|Western fence line where we started|
the first seeds of Eden.
That was three mornings ago, and on the right is a partial view from my desk. We're still waiting for those storms. The weather people say they may be in some time this evening.
If you ever want to know where Eden is, I suggest you begin by looking in your own backyard. This patch over here, with the rustic pillars and bird feeder and Grandma Cordie's witch's cauldron; we officially christened it EDEN yesterday. This is the first garden we plotted in Brook Village.
|Lazlo Turdle amongst the sunflowers|
planted by a cardinal couple.
Yet we have one lonely little sunflower hanging out beside the lamp post. He's showing his face already and spends the better part of every day in shade.
|Sunflower, also started by the cardinals.|
|Luke the slumber dog guards shade.|
Sunflower, photinia and lamp post share this spot with a rescue tomato, an evening primrose that followed me home and a couple of Texas bluemist flowers moved in from a sister site near the house.
That's my morning and I did not get to the blooming zucchini nor the sprawling Texas bluemist. Oh, well!
If anyone needs me, I'll be in the backyard.