Progress

The work continues to give this "new" house my imprint. I can't do much about that army barracks look until the shutters are in place and the Boston ivy begins to climb up the bare walls.

The roses are gorgeous work horses. I gave them probably their first pruning ever in the spring and there is a long way to go but they are beautiful, blowzy and their scent is wonderful.


The pond is a joy. The fish are growing although it's hard to spot them in that dark, mysterious water. No matter--it's a lovely surprise when they do appear. The embankment is planted and I try to stifle my unreal desire for instant lush growth despite the heat and watering restrictions.


We can walk out to the deck from the kitchen without facing the neighbors doing the same thing. Steve the writer/carpenter devised this barrier and we're all happier.


Summer--long may she reign.