At 6:30 it was delightfully still: one man jogging and a lone woman with her white dog.
A few weeks ago, as the white creeping thyme in our front bed had finished flowering, we tried an experiment. Brian trimmed about 1/5 of the bed with large clippers. I'm not sure if it was because the blades were dull and therefore did a fair bit of tugging, or if perhaps we cut too much off. Whatever the cause, I spent nearly an hour digging and pulling up their sad, dead remains. Then I claimed some plants from the outside edge and tucked them in. Never mind that there is a hot sunny week ahead... I certainly can't wait for an overcast few days!
Brian is out there whistling as he weeds along the deer-netting edge of another front bed. It's interesting- I garden in silence, unless I am talking to the plants personally, while he accompanies himself at all times. I think Brian's beginning to understand how much work I've always done in the garden! Now, with my body operating at less than full-gear, I am asking him ("please please today..") to take on some weeding chores. Now, if he'd only learn how to cook!
Here's a glimpse of a grouping of large containers in our back garden.
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