I used to have beautiful, purple iris
planted along the fence.
Every spring I would look forward their bloom.
The smell just like grape sweet tarts to me.
Well, somebody ate them. Every last one of them.
So, I decided to plant more…
as a reason to live through the long gray winter.
I had a bucket of bulbs sitting by the garden bed, for weeks.
Finally, last week I planted them.
What I saw the next day…GRRRR!
I didn’t take a picture,
but when my SBP Buddy, Eva posted this picture:
For a minute.
Why didn’t that brat eat them out of the bucket?
Why did he wait for me to plant them?
NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR!!!
I sound like Charlie Brown, :D)
I cleaned out my closet yesterday.
I am more, ehem, robust
than last year.
Nothing without stains fits!
it’s beautiful, colorful, sunny and warm
So I am off for a walk.
if you are interested,
you can find these guys
Have a fun day,