You've got to win a little
Lose a little
(or in my case this year, a LOT)
Yes, and always have the blues a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory of
Love.
What were your garden's booms and busts?
Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny nonny. (Much Ado About Nothing II.iii)
LOVE the blue morning glory! I tried gardening for the first time this year. Most of my plants committed suicide, but my geraniums are still going strong. Gardener high-five!
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately this year I only planted a couple of things in pots (trying to stay focused on our ripped up inside of the house instead of getting distracted by all I want to do outside too) but they didn't survive my five week trip to Utah. I guess Scott and the little neighbor girl could only keep the pets alive in our absence. Yours look great though!
ReplyDeleteOne word says it all--grasshoppers. The voracious critters gorged their ugly little bodies on my hostas, peonies, pole beans, etc. I must say, though, that declaring war on them and spraying them with almost-organic insecticide felt really good.
ReplyDeleteAnnie, Your garden was A joy to behold. I cannot say the same! Maybe next year. congratulations!
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