I got some grass.
Growing. Actually, it's been green all winter. Ripe for harvesting...er...mowing.
It was bliss.
It's my retreat.
One of my favorites is my little Japanese Fisherman. He's stoned most of the time. I love his toes. They are so cute I pinch them once in awhile. Except they're green. He needs a pedicure. And NO, I don't play "this little piggy." I do have my limitations.
In my new place, I'm going to have a Japanese garden with my Japanese maple. Ooolala. Can't wait.
By the barn, I'm going to have my antique wheel barrow, my barnwood birdhouse on a shovel. Yep. You heard me. It has a beer bottle opener and antlers and stuff. It's redneck.
In front, my colonial statuary will be marvy bringing back the original character and feel of the Harry Potter House. English garden.
Believe it or not..this will all blend into a magnificent garden retreat.
Each side will be a santuary and a reflection of myselves. Yep. Selves...plural. Greatest thing is I can have tea in the garden and a great conversation with all of us. Bwahahha!