The four-oclocks and the blackeyed susans are in their glory…
Today, for the second time in the season – a first in my experience – I had to sort-of mow my sort-of lawn. The blackeyed susans are working their way all the way up to the pear tree, so in order to get to the burn barrel I actually had to selectively cut some down which hurt my heart a little bit.
Look! My front yard is mostly green. That hardly ever happens.
It’ll all die off, of course. But in the meantime it’s kind of a compensation for the joint aches and the daily rain and the occasional floods and the danger of property damage…
Ya gotta love a native plant that’s purty and takes no maintenance to thrive. And not trying to kill/maim you with defensive chemicals or pointy things.
Wait a minute. You have a lawn mower. And landscape lighting.
‘Roughing it’ ain’t what it usta be.
Well, I have a recently-acquired string trimmer. You lost me on ‘landscape lighting.’
Last picture, left of bottom, collection of three gizmos that look like steampunk landscape lights…?
Meant to say “left of bottom of clump of trees”…need coffee….
Oooh. Okay, yeah. I dragged those things home like eight years ago and never found a use for them. They’re water fountain lights, probably cost a pretty penny once upon a time.
I remember burn barrels. As a kid, when I was old enough to be “responsible”, I got the “job” of burning the trash. I tossed in an aerosol can, for fun.
I could use one today. I have some old bound financial material that I don’t want to toss in the trash, but shredding it would be a PITA at best. Don’t have a fireplace, either.