Groundhog Day

Well this is certainly not the news we were hoping for, is it? Although I'm sure it will take six weeks for all this snow to melt, and we are expecting another storm tomorrow.

I am headed outside to pick some forsythia stems for forcing, and that'll bring a touch of spring a bit sooner.

In the meantime I have been working on bunnies of all sorts, and garden angels, and flowers, which you can find on my site.

Have a happy, productive six weeks! ~Denise

First Snow

Shoe Garden with tattered old soles from friends and family!

Hilltop garden with rusty old chair and chipmunk abode!

My childhood playhouse before restoration, rotting into the ground at the front side...

My father built this over 40 years ago.

Hilltop garden with one of hubby's many birdhouses...

Cartoonized garden house photo, love this!

Wild section of the yard with bedframe trellis, funky signs, and treasure pole...

Garden House in summer of '06

The kiddo's treehouse, way up there...

Partial contents of shed during renovation, yikes what a mess!


Arbor and fence at the entrance to backyard...


One of my lovies!

Hubby returning from a lumber trip...

Veggie garden beds in springtime.

Coldframe and small butterfly garden

My garden shed with new paint


a rusty old chair with washboard back and pot of annuals

Messy old perennial bed with lots of weeds. Another day...

Pretty old bromo jar, cartoonized.

Springtime "weeds" in the veggie garden, how pretty!


My gram's old irises, love how they bring back a rush of memories...

More early spring flowers

Another cartoonized look at my refurbished "lil house"

Well, that's all for now...

One of these days...

I will have more time to sit down and write in my blog... when we get caught up a bit more!


We've been extremely busy outside in the gardens, as we are every spring. They are dreadfully in need of TLC after being neglected the last few years! Poor hubby Matthew spent much of his vacation grubbing in the dirt, jacking up the childhood playhouse turned garden shed that my father built when I was 5 or 6. He knew how much it meant to me and reclaimed it from the earth! I am lucky he doesn't complain more about things!

What a mess outside once we cleared it out for new sill and flooring.... I didn't have any idea how many clay pots I had stored in there! This is only a few of them.

I spent much of that week painting it an eye popping shade other than that which I had intended. Our large building supply store never seems to mix the right color, but I think the color is growing on us after all. Next is a plank door to replace the rotted door. I long for a metal roof to hear the rain pinging down, perhaps later in the year.

Morning Breakfast

Mr Peanuts, perched on my porch railing every morning and every evening, begging for a treat! The cats let me know he's here...