'Tis the season of the year when gardeners delight in bending over, pulling weeds, digging holes and dragging manure and mulch across the yard. Sore muscles make us smile because we can see what we're accomplishing. Our efforts pay off big time and that in itself is therapy following a long winter's nap.My hubby cringes during the month of May, and his vocabulary becomes more colorful let us say. He's pretty grouchy. He doesn't have the green thumb but he has the height, and muscle, necessary to do the grunt work sometimes.
He made this raised bed for me last May due to being married to an arthritic whiner. It works great, and the design is lovely and so well built.
This barn quilt was my Christmas gift this past December.
Of course there's a corgi theme going on here. The rocks were all gathered from local fields. Jim always says he's not coming to get me out of jail if I get arrested for gathering rocks. I tell him that I'm doing the farmers a service.
My two kids put this arbor together on Mother's Day weekend in 1993. It came along when we moved to small town USA. Kentucky wisteria on the left, and red climber roses on the right. Morning glories grow later in the season adding a touch of navy blue.
The month of May and June, for me, are the happiest months. Most of my days are spent outside if I'm not doing my receptionist gig at the large nursing facility six minutes away. We have a covered deck out back and watch hummers, butterflies, listen to cooing doves and just chill. Garden therapy indeed. I hope that you, where ever you are, are blessed as well, in having your own little respite hideaway. God meant for us to be calm, and enjoy His beauty.
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