Morning drizzle makes for wild hair and giddyhappy morning glorys.
A traipse around the garden and back with drizzled bedhead, and sporting jammies n cowboy boots is something that needs to NOT be ever captured on film. Still; my jaunt to the red tip photinia and back was quite worth the risk of bumping into another human being.
The shabby olde potting shed beckons to be cleaned and swept inside.
The trash can overflows with old seed packets, plastic flower pots and bird seed bags onto
I noticed the country mouse family chewed their way into the blandex board that covered the olde double wash bin and have been dining on what remained of a wild bird seed mix:
...Candy to them.
Back outdoors, the red lilies were so vibrant this year.
...The morning glories are everywhere now and ... love September.
I do hope they'll love October even more.
This one is extra special.
You know who you are
Dontchya lil Texas! :)
It's so hard to go inside,
when morning glories
Some will even greet you
with good mail.
Baby lettuces enjoy drizzle too.
I must tell Brussel Sprout and Mrs. Potter
that soon... very soon
fresh salad will be
on their menu.
I'd ask ya to come sit a spell,
but then your britches would get wet and we'd
smoosh what's left of these flowers. Not to mention you'd
catch me in my morning get up. Ha!
So until we meet again.......
Holykisses from the shed. xoxo