Here is St. Francis with his tiny scilla flower garden. You can see bluebells just behind him...getting ready to bloom.
The little old boy from my mother in law's garden is surrounded by lamb's ears. I thought it appropriate for this little boy to seem as though he was enjoying his little fuzzy garden.
I went out just a short time ago and looked at the sticks in my yard. That river birch drops them when ever the wind blows. Joe's talked about cutting it down, but it is such a beautiful clump...a beautiful addition to our foundation plantings. I asked the kids next door to come over and pick up the sticks. They always like to make some money and have helped us in the past. As they grow older, it is hard for them to do this. They are so busy, like all kids today. Practices, sports, rehearsals, club meetings, studying, and traveling with their parents. Years ago it wasn't that way. We were glad to have something to do and often had time to help people out. Well, it rained a little this morning and then stopped about noon. When I walked to the mailbox, I noticed that they were gone. I looked at the sticks and thought that I would try to rake them in some piles. I got a plastic, soft, rake from the garage and started pulling the little branches into piles. It went better than I thought. I lightly raked the sticks out of the foundation garden and left them in piles for the kids to put in my lawn cart. Learning that I have to pace myself...I finished in about an hour and came inside. I have corned beef cooking and it is about ready, so I will have to stop this post and fix our dinner. I feel very pleased with myself and the way I am handling my gardening. Doing a little at a time isn't so bad after all.