Oh, how disappointing that none of you care to wish a happy birthday to Florence Nightingale. It breaks the heart. Well, if you didn’t like that, then I don’t think you’re going to like what looms ahead.
That’s right – we now commence repetition of the same seasonal posts that I make every year at this time, starting with my rhododendron in bloom. This year, something new has been added: they’re dying.
Some branches here and there are dead as door nails. I’m hoping it’s from the weight of all the stupid ice we had this winter and not that they are weary from dragging their 25-year-old asses into bloom every year. In the top left view, you can see that I’ve outlined in blue a gigantic poison ivy vine that’s making itself at home in there. As if things weren’t bad enough.
Now that we have this one out of the way, I’ll tell you how it’s going to go for the rest of the warm weather:
- plants in flower pots on the deck – new this year! herbs on the deck
- little dog posing next to big hostas
- rose hedge in bloom, followed shortly thereafter by mildewed rose foliage
- outdoor lighting inside gazebo
- close-ups of single day lily blossoms
- birdhouse, but in a new location this year
I’ll understand if you go away until I’m over myself and start posting new content. If previous years are any guide, that’s pretty much going to be it until September.
Or is it?
I’ve got a cheery tomtato planted in a big pot on the landing of the the deck stairs. And I might decide to show you iced tea in my eBay’ed green Anchor Hocking glass pitcher. Maybe I’ll veer away from this topic altogether and talk about how my knee hurts.
And guess what? Small pieces of yellow paint have started to peel away from the sides of the urn. Wouldn’t you like to see that?
Here. Treat your retinas to some light pollution: