Reviving Neglected Gardens
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Robb and I spent an agreeable afternoon, in the back garden of our new home.
More accurately, I hacked at all the overgrown tangles, and Robb hooked what he could in the crook of his cane, and dragged the detritus to our gigantic compost pile.
We have a lot of work to do.
And I couldn't be happier.
Was I dead asleep on the couch, back at our apartment, at 8:30 this evening. Will my neck and shoulders be sore tomorrow? Will it all be worth it?
Do you have to ask?
Robb and I spent an agreeable afternoon, in the back garden of our new home.
More accurately, I hacked at all the overgrown tangles, and Robb hooked what he could in the crook of his cane, and dragged the detritus to our gigantic compost pile.
We have a lot of work to do.
And I couldn't be happier.
Was I dead asleep on the couch, back at our apartment, at 8:30 this evening. Will my neck and shoulders be sore tomorrow? Will it all be worth it?
Do you have to ask?
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LunaSea
Annalisa
Martha
Annalisa
Grumpy Grinch
"Do you have to ask?"
I've seen a fair number of fantastic impressions of his style lately. This guy... you would think he had eaten Mr. Gorey for breakfast, his style is so reminiscent:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/vonmonkey/2680721750/