Dear friends, I sat here for about two hours last night putting together a post. Got it finished, hit publish, then thinking I was deleting a draft, deleted my newly published post. Grrrrr!!!
My post was titled "Little treasures from Poppy". Here's why...
Did you notice the painted box turtle on the table? Well, Poppy found the empty shell in the woods. It was old, so old in fact, the outer layer had peeled off leaving a solid white shell. I asked Poppy if he would paint it for me.
First, I Googled the Eastern Box Turtle and was surprised at their many color variations, then borrowed this picture from the Internet...
Funny, yesterday walking Eli and Ellie, we came upon this...
A young box turtle. Doesn't he look like the little one in the picture? I sat him on the rock and asked if I could take a picture...he disappeared into his shell. Sort of reminded me of myself.
So after getting his picture I gently sat him back in the grass and headed him in the direction he was going in the first place.
and another treasure...
Poppy found this old bird cage at the trash dump. Said he thought I might like it...and I do!
The little door still slides up and down. Think I will paint it Canary yellow :) and maybe hang it from a small chain somewhere at the playhouse. Maybe put a plant inside? Any suggestions? I'm not good at decorating things like this. Wonder if people still keep Canaries in pretty bird cages ?
Anyhow, these are only two of my many treasures from the woods or trash dump...He has brought me tiles, old windows, old dishes to use in the greenhouse and garden, bird's nests...I could go on and on.
Oh friends, the wild shrubberies are in bloom up and down the dirt road and their scent is heavenly. Heavenly!
My ex Mother-in-law called these, "wild shrubs". The sweet scent of these tiny white flowers takes me back to somewhere in my childhood maybe, or something like that. I just can't explain it. I could stand for hours under these blossoms and breath in their fragrance.
Well, what else? Oh, in my last post...a couple of you asked if I actually use the rocking chair in the playhouse. Well, I do. It's the perfect place to sit for a minute and wipe the sweat from my face after working in the garden.
and Mari, I think you're right about the Iris being Siberian Iris. Thank you.
So in closing, if you don't mind, I will show you how the little garden has grown this week...
Thank you for looking in. Okay, I'm going to try and hit "publish" now and not "delete". :)