Hidden Cameras

Have trowel, will garden.  Despite the Polar Bear MD's advice, we went back to doing what we always do. 

Gardening.

This past weekend's weather was glorious, we had an inch of rain on Friday night followed by a cool and glorious Saturday and Sunday.  I love weather in the upper 60's and low 70's.  Just right for digging in the garden.

Joel was gone for several days on a fishing trip and Dave was here and there most of the weekend, so we kind of lost track of time and didn't quit working until it was too dark to see.  Time flies in the garden, doesn't it?  You go out to work and before you know it, hours have sped by.  We were pruning pine trees and weeded the Quarry on Saturday.  Our plan was to work until 7:30 and then get ready to go to a graduation party for David's girlfriend, Kayla, but since the days are so long, I didn't look at the time until it was 8:30 and still had to try to look presentable, well, at least take a shower, so we were late to her party.  Bless her heart, she understood!  She knows we are nuts.

On Sunday we had church and another graduation party at noon for Jessie, which was alot of fun, too.  Good food, great company and we didn't get home until 4:30PM.  We quickly shed our 'glad rags' (that's what my mother always called her Sunday clothes) and crawled back into our garden rags and back to work in the Formal Garden, still removing plants and transplanting so we can get that wall done down there.  I still say tearing an old garden out is harder work than starting with a new bed.  I just hate to pitch flowers to the compost pile.  I made a few phone calls and have another source for adopting them out, though, which is good. 

Joel came home very late in the afternoon and since I was covered in pine pitch, I asked him if he'd take pictures of the garden for me.  I always love to have guest photographers because everyone sees the same vista in a different way.

This morning I sat down to see what he photographed.  I was in for a shock.

Oh, my.

Ok, so the spelling isn't perfect, but what a goofball!

I told him to take pictures of the GARDEN, not the gardeners.

There's Carl & I, digging out iris.

Spying on the Old Folks and turning us into a Nature Documentary.

Yes, Joel, you've got that right.  I was wondering why he took this picture yesterday, he really startled me sitting in the shrubbery.  Now I know. Just wait 'til he gets home from work tonight.

Thankfully, he moved on to taking some much prettier subject matter:

Screech is always photogenic.

There's that mimulus again...I don't get the nickname 'Monkey Flower'

Doesn't look much like a monkey to me.

 

I wish dianthus lasted longer....love their fragrance.

I'm running out of time this morning, have lots to do.  My thanks to Joel for his photography last night, yes, even the sneaky ones.  I'm not fond of my picture being taken, but those are the memories worth keeping, aren't they?  Gardens aren't perfect all the time, just like life.  I have some pictures of the Elusive Lucille (my mom) that she would just love to destroy, but they are precious to me.  I wish I had more pictures of her working and doing every day stuff.  We don't live most of our lives in our Glad Rags, do we?

Joel took this picture of me with his phone one day in May....no I wasn't napping (or passed out) I was taking a picture of the daffodils. Hmmmm......not my best side.

But of such things, memories are made.

Thank you, Joel for being my guest photographer, and for your enormous help in making this garden happen.

And you've got some 'splainin to do when you get home!