For the past 2 years I’ve been training a climbing rose in my garden into an archway. I think it’s finally there, folks. Isn’t it pretty? It’s just high enough for me to walk underneath (yes, I do remain an incurable romantic, even after all these years….)
Yesterday I returned to the garden after about two weeks of convalescence. Things were looking good there due to the good care of GameBoy who kept my new plants well-watered. I fussed and fretted a bit over my roses, got my tomatoes in the ground (finally!), and pulled many weeds.
Most of my rosebushes are either blooming or are just about to bloom. My strawberries are perking up, the peach tree is covered with green fuzzy knobs, and my orange tree has some pea-sized oranges on it. I trimmed a handful of chamomile and brought it home and steeped myself a cup of tea that tasted of pure comfort.
It being Mother’s Day today, I awoke to the smell of Hollandaise sauce and a lovely breakfast of fresh strawberry shake, Eggs Florentine (with oyster mushrooms from the Farmer’s Market rather than meat), and a frothy latte. Yum!!
:)