A new fence is on the way.
The first boards come down.
Later...
Later yet...
A view to the street.
Hanging baskets mixing with the locals-
patiently waiting to grace the new fence. Now if we had more sun, the tomatoes would not look so pathetic. The broccoli is also at a slow pace. This spring has if anything, extended the season for violas and cool weather crops. And finally the fuchsia's are trying to come back from last year.
The gazebo sits in the lawn protecting the swing from any further rain. My son's sand/water table now lives on the lava rocks in the tiered garden. Along with the cold frame filled with sand, soil and hanging brackets. (and one Christmas cactus.) Only a lonely loveseat sits on the patio without cushions. We just set up the patio furniture, now it's back in the garage. (a little full I might add)
The now mud pit, where the fence tomatoe shelf shaded the grass.
Spanish lavender with its pineapple shaped flowers.
Wildflowers from Becky finally planted.
Now the wait begins...
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