My daisies are blooming. Daisies have always been my favorite flower since I was just a child. There’s just something fun and whimsical about daisies that make me smile.
I placed sea shells on in the pot to insulate the plant from the sun.
I love to see the cobalt blue bird bath mirror what is overhead in the water.
The pink roses are continuing to put on a show. As one rose fades, right next to it will be a perfectly curled up bud just waiting to take its place.
Charlie isn’t familiar with the sounds of ducks. Apparently a resident at some point in time raised some ducks here at this apartment complex.
And if they go somewhere in the wintertime, they come back. Although they say some ducks stay where they are if there is a big body of moving water. These ducks like the pool.
I can hear them in the alley. I understand the maintenance man is not happy with them getting in his pool.
But they just rise up and fly away, unconcerned about him being unhappy with them.
Rusty, the deputy rooster, is confounded by them too. What are ducks doing on his watch? Why are ducks always quacking in the alley and flying overhead.
The two fairy gardens I planted last weekend are growing nicely. It has rained. And flowers and plants are very happy after it rains.
The ornamental grass now has plumes. I love planting ornamental grass. It brings such wonderful texture to a garden space.
As a longtime gardener, I am at my happiest out here with my many containers of plants. Listening to the birds in the trees. The dogs watch me as I work, sometimes falling asleep in the outdoor chairs.
This is my zen space, I suppose. The place I relax while I do what gardeners do.