Yesterday morning I worked to restore some kind of order to my box garden. (Beds in boxes, not, alas, bordered by boxwood -- the uber-traditional box garden. Someday, in another life, maybe I'll have one of those. And a dour Scots gardener with a staff to maintain it.)
It's been a fine summer with adequate rain for once and the weeds have prospered. No matter. I like weeding by hand -- it puts you down and close up with nature. It's a quiet, contemplative way to spend a morning -- and a good time to take a camera along.
It's been a fine summer with adequate rain for once and the weeds have prospered. No matter. I like weeding by hand -- it puts you down and close up with nature. It's a quiet, contemplative way to spend a morning -- and a good time to take a camera along.
Follow this link for pictures from my morning. And, for those of you who were reading my blog a year ago, no, there weren't any copperheads this time.
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