|A male leg. Not often (ever) seen|
outside or inside this house...
|The rest of the leg.|
|The hops vine is itchin' to climb over|
the new pergola.
|I love it!|
Sunday was D-Day on getting my garden in. It was the only day I had to do it. I walked out the front door at 8A with seeds, gloves and tools and didn't stop until 4P. I usually wait until Memorial Day weekend to finalize my garden, but I figured it was only a matter of one week's difference. Besides, next weekend there is rain forecast for Friday, Sunday and Monday. That only leaves Saturday and it is going to HAVE to be Coop-Cleaning Day. Joy.
At one point yesterday, I was in the garden, Billy was on the deck and -- the Lithuanian Lawn Guy showed up!
He never lets me photograph him, so I went into stealth-mode. He mowed my lawn and weed-trimmed the entire garden. Let me have half his energy at his age - 82. The dogs were pooped, after trying to keep track of all the activity. Bertie was asleep by the sliding door (he was totally smitten by Billy), Lovey was dozing on her elevated bed by the front window, chin on sill. The Pepperoni was conked out on top of the sofa, with a good view out front and back. I was too tired to take pictures of the garden last night, and this morning it was pouring. I will try to immortalize my garden in its pristine 'newly planted' state, as this is the last time it will be relatively weed-free!