In the Sunshine
It’s rose season. The ones that didn’t re-wild are blooming prolifically. And the naturalized Malve and other volunteers are just as happy.
In the Sunshine
It’s rose season. The ones that didn’t re-wild are blooming prolifically. And the naturalized Malve and other volunteers are just as happy.
Hot Days
Summer has arrived with scorching heat, a huge downpour a couple of days ago, a lots of watering to do on the other days. It is truly summer. Today after church and a group dinner, some of us walked back to the house and church along a tumbling river. It was sweltering hot, but being by a river somehow helps.
From Oma
We have been taking, or rescuing, sundry items from Oma‘s pretty garden. She collected huge numbers of rocks and smaller stones she found interesting, or that someone gave her. Many people carried rocks down from mountains over the years. All of them ended up in her garden. Every one has a story, but I don’t know them. Now we have many of them, and I am making little rock gardens with them.
And we got the little bell tower. That has been a wish of mine for a long time, when Ona said, “Take what you want.” If you come for a grill with us, we will ring the bell when dinner is ready on the circle Platz.
Open Garden Days
Today we visited a nearby Rose establishment. The proprietor is an internationally known rose breeder and cultivator. His collection is amazing. The day was sunny and warm. Everybody and his brother and mother were there. And the roses were gorgeous.
Blessed Sunday
In the Countryside
Between rains, among the growing crops. First through the woods and across a stream.