It would seem that summer–make that spring?–has arrived at last. The irises are open, bearded in purple, and I still have hope that the peonies will show up. The roses, sturdy creatures that they are, are plugging along and I think the big dinner-plate dahlias will open soon. I need to pick up some hanging planters for the deck just outside the kitchen door–I am starved for color, color and more color.
Sadie-beagle continues to fight me on the pill-taking front. I just have to remember who is the mistress and who is the dog. Sometimes, that’s hard. She’s… Read More »