In The Garden

When I started this blog I promised myself that I wouldn’t feel guilty if I didn’t post regularly.  I’m not a fan of writing just for the sake of writing, and I’ve followed a few blogs where this has been the case.  Needless to say, I don’t follow them anymore!

Lately my sewing and quilting have taken a back seat to yard and garden work.  As described in the previous post,  A Lull, Hopefully Short-lived, we have been working to create a new garden and to restore one that was neglected for several years.   It’s hard work, but so satisfying.

You may have gathered that I try to look on the bright side of life.  Sure, there are times when it’s necessary to be serious, but why waste that energy if you don’t need to.  Last week my Mother in Law was checking out the garden and she said that it was whimsical – music to my ears.  We’re trying interesting plants and using lots of bright colours.  Believe me, this past week the colours have cheered up the cold, wet and grey days.  We’ve been collecting odd bits and pieces of stuff from the beach – rusted chains, huge spikes and old chunks of ferry dock pilings.  Hurray!  We replaced the two old lawn chairs, which Blake found on the side of the road, with four aqua Adirondack chairs.  And this week we crossed a major ‘to do’ off the list.  We installed a flag pole and raised The Maple Leaf for the first time.  It’s beautiful and we’re going to have a christening celebration on July 1.

Here are a few photos of things in the yard.  You can click on them to enlarge and to bring up a description.

Now, as Sunday is a day of rest, I am going downstairs to work on a quilt that’s in its final stages.  I hope you’re enjoying a restful, final day of spring.  Thanks for reading.


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