Vegetable garden planted and gravel path opened
I'm still catching up here. These notes and photos are from July 4th weekend through July 9 even though the post is dated August 22, 2006. I am in fact on the Outer Banks visiting my daughter and her husband and Finnegan. So here's to vacation, and more catching up.
Remember the planting of the tall yellow daisies in June to block the woodpile? Well I expanded that graden to include vegetables that my Dad gave me. Peppers (Bell and Cherry Hot), tomatoes (Eary Boy, Amish and Cherry) and Chives (actually transplanted from the patio patch).
I also cleaned up in front of the woodpile (I can't wait two years until the tall daisies grow and fill out).
I planted some Morning Glory seeds in front of the pile and with luck and training they will grow up the face of the pile by end of the summer.
Oh, also notice that gravel path has been opened up. I re-edged the path and dug up all the gravel that the grass had covered. Now to keep it free of grass the rest of the summer.
Here is the BEFORE photo.
Entry path from the car park to the house entry door on the patio. Photo shows the dollop at the beginning of the path by the car park.
The sod from the path edge and the expanded vegetable bed was used to define the edge of the path in the woods.
The blue Corn Flowers are starting to bloom and the Tiger Lilies are beautiful.
I have also noticed...
...that there are some Black Eyed Susans freely mixed in with the daisies.
Someone recently said to me it is good to be free. But what do you do with it? Well today I was free to get up at 10 a.m. to plant the vegetable plants even through a pouring rain. I got soaked to the skin and didn't come in until the first thunder clap!
Looking out onto the patio.
Looking out of the studio window upstairs into the front yard.
I was free to read some short stories by an author I discovered quite by chance (they called to me), A. S. Byatt from her "The Matisse Stories". Free to have lunch and share it with Baby Dog. Free to hang some paintings downstairs and prepare four panels for new work. Free for work on materials for my Westport Arts Center Show. Free to do laundry, wash the dishes, clean up after the dog, pick a bunch of flowers. And jot this down in my notebook while drinking a pint of Guinness.
Free to go to sleep until 6:12 a.m. Monday when I am free to go back to work and pay for all this freedom.