What would Jane Austen Grow?

Here we are in another week.  I am no longer distraught over Tumbles death but only sad.  Tipper has redeclared her affection for Mitch.  We have a visitor, Francis, my dad’s dog.  She is bringing companionship for Tipper.  Life is still very quiet.

On the landscaping front, Mitch has been hard at work.  Planting, planting, planting.  I think we are about done with planting.  Next on the agenda is pressure washing the other half of the vinyl fence, repainting the outdoor furniture and finishing the wine bottle sculptures.  My mom’s birthday is Saturday and we would like to take a day off together.  We’ll see what happens with that.  I think I am through bringing home plants.  We are now at the finishing stage.  I hope we peak at the right time!  I did find out that it is better for the owners of the gardens being toured to be present during the tour.  That is outside my box.  I may seem like a glory hound, but really I am very shy.  We’ll see how that plays out.  I’d like to give kudos to my “yard slave”, my faithful and dependable husband, Mitch.  He’s also extremely sexy, witty, and my best friend.  I couldn’t fathom life without him.  Thank you, Mitch!