These are the glory days in the garden. The roses are out and their scent is intoxicating. Add to that the smell of the honeysuckle (hey - I don't agree with it being there but since it is...), and being in the backyard is a heady experience.
|She is a little miffed that she doesn't get to go out but the birds are happy.|
My goal has been to simplify. Being gone for the main gardening months year after year has resulted in a tangle of invasive plants (see mention of honeysuckle above), none of which can be tolerated in such a small space. So I have been digging out the beds and replanting with low maintenance perennials and a few annuals. Would I rather be creating a mini-farm for subsistence living in an urban setting? Yes, but it just isn't happening. My denial of that is why I have such a mess back there now.
Little by little, it is looking better and happier.
And a happy garden is a wonderful thing.