Sky and trees and light.
Strange and interesting wasp nest on the old stable doorway.
The only three teenagers who didn't figure out how to go to roost in the hen house. We gently and lovingly carried them in.
A tiny baby squash.
A tiny baby tomato.
What a sweet Friday night date with my love.
Mary dearest-your growing season is just ridiculous. My lettuce is the size of a fingernail and tomatoes, ha! Not even in the ground.ReplyDelete
So sweet to stroll with a cocktail and your loving man.
Well, this is Florida. And when you're getting gorgeous fat juicy tomatoes ours will be dead from leaf curl and pest damage. Trust me.Delete
It was a sweet evening.
What a wonderful gift of a post. Such a slow, calm rhythm. Lovely.ReplyDelete
It's a beautiful ritual that we observe sometimes.Delete
Sweet, loving steps through your yard. The baby squash already! Your garden is enviable for sure! I love this post, I love the photos, and the youngins on the fence! Your life is grand!ReplyDelete
Our life is very, very grand. I am so grateful for it.Delete
Such a wonderful post. I hope your teen age chickens wise up. They could take a lesson from your garden.ReplyDelete
The past two nights all the chicks have gone to roost in the hen house. They have figured it out!Delete
How beautiful and peaceful. Those teenagers are growing!ReplyDelete
They are. I love this stage when they just look sort of like miniature chickens.Delete
A lovely Friday night. The garden looks beautiful.ReplyDelete
Mr. Moon has gotten that garden into tip-top shape!Delete
lovely and what a fabulous garden.ReplyDelete
Now if we just get any vegetables...Delete
Those chickens are adorable in a dinosaur-ish way. What a weird wasp nest!ReplyDelete
I cannot figure out that wasp thing. I guess mud daubers had to have made it but I can't find anything on the internet that looks like it.
Oh my gosh, I can't believe your garden is already that advanced. My tomato plants are about 2 inches tall and we can't put them outside until mid-May because we can very often get frost until then. And I'm glad you had a lovely evening with your hubbie.ReplyDelete
Well, the heat and critters will kill my tomatoes before yours even get started good so don't be too envious. North Florida really isn't the best place to grow them.Delete
Now that's a beautiful Friday night date. Mr. Moon's planted rows are just impeccable.ReplyDelete
"Impeccable" is the word! Lord. He even puts the stabby labels in the individual pots in the same place. Facing the right way. He's just a little OCD when it comes to things like that.Delete
That's a lot of beauty!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Denise!Delete