Two-fer

Be sure you go back (scroll down) and read yesterday's post. I wrote it today. I just didn't post-date it.

Today, after church and Bill's Big Breakfast, I worked on the gardens. I weeded the garden on the south side of the house.

Then I went behind the garage.

Yikes.

 This is the before.

I have completely neglected it. I don't see it, so it doesn't exist, right? This is partly why we want to move the garage back closer to the property line. We don't need this garden. It's not a secret garden so much as it's a jungle.

It's Atticus' hunting spot.

It's a tree farm. Want a Redbud? We'll sell you one. Or several.

Since we probably need a permit for selling trees on a small, urban lot, I just attacked the wild garden with a shovel. 

There were plants in there!

And lots of weeds. And lots of vines. Aggressive, thick vines.

It's also our dumping ground for large limbs (since the neighbor behind us doesn't like it when we burn dry wood in a container). Those large branches, etc are still back there. 

As you can see I did get a lot of it cleaned up.

Now it's time to relax. It's a holiday weekend!

the sky is falling

I am sitting here in the dining room. Every so often there is a loud noise and more snow slides off the roof, crashing to the ground right outside the dining room windows.

Earlier today, I walked down to the end of our street to take these pictures. As I walked back, I noted that there was not a lot of snow left on the south side of the house (the dining room side).

How this much snow continues to melt and slide off the roof is a mystery to me.

I wanted to post these pictures because it is a gorgeous, sunny day. The blue sky is a welcome sign. The sun gives warmth even in the cold temperatures. The snow is still clinging to the trees. And because, as I was on my way home from Meijer, I saw this tree. It is Heather W's favorite tree (it is a Northern Oak) and she is the one who first pointed it out to me.

It's got great branches. I like the contrast of the snow and the blue sky.

This picture is the snow on our deck railing. I like how it's slowly melting and "falling" off the edge.

(Editor's note: this particular snow has now melted, which is why I went out earlier to take the pictures. Frosty's life is numbered by hours, not days.)