went outside and weeded and gave all my day lillies, mums and irises a big fat haircut as they were crowding my brug seedlings for light and circulation. *also whopped off some glads that havent bloomed by mistake :S* it was misting a warm rain and the weeds surrenderd without a fight-----found some volunteer pumpkin vines from last years jackolantern--------decided to have a punkin patch right in the middle of my flower bed by the door. Kinna got back in touch with why I love gardening, its not just the bloom--its the smells, the feel of damp dirt, the doves cooing, the writing spiders web-----rain in your hair.
what a day
Wonderful, you are a poet!
Yes, a gardener writer......LOL! I love those days also Plays!