I’ve had to go out on the patio several times and cut back all the plants that are growing so rapidly. The many days of rain gave them a shot of adrenaline.
The hedge hog watches slyly over the sage and mint and sweet potato vine, watching for predators.
The bunny, largest of them all, even got buried in the plants and herbs. I’ve cut them back enough that it can watch over the rest of the gardens.
Poor Charlie Ross, having had so many teeth extracted, often has his tongue or a tooth protruding. I find it rather cute.
He is taunted by the sounds of this ornery squirrel chattering up in the tree.
The squirrels and critters don’t faze Abi. Mom has given her a rather primitive hair cut. I can’t keep them still long enough to make their haircuts look halfway decent.
I brought these violets over from the little blue house last year. Some look at them as weeds. But I like the symmetry of their leaves.
Where some see weeds, I see beauty.
And the flowers bloom. One right after the other. When one shows signs of fading, another bloom juts up to take its place.
Such is the world of gardening.