Living in Maine teaches valuable life lessons; the first of which is that there are three seasons that are loved, the fourth is too cold to even mention. We are definitely in the midst of the fourth as I type this. Which brings me back to the title - I really, really miss my gardens. As a new blogg site setterupper I hope that my attempt to add a picture of my garden to this site has worked. As I said - being new to this - well, let's hope.
After reading my brother's blogg site posting I've found that I look forward to seeing what his day was like. There are always funny mussings, pictures, thought provoking writing. This morning was no exception, I got on his site and was having a wonderful time reading it when bingo - there it was in front of me, a pop up note that said I, too, could create my own little blog. Praise the Lord and pass the peanuts. Who would have thunk. So here I am - freezing my whatsis off on 21 Charles Street writing my first blog. And by the way, this blog stuff seems a lot like that old fashioned daily journal stuff writing I used to do. Yep, a modern version of a diary.
4 comments:
I miss you, sis. And your garden, even though I've never seen it....
Hey Pat. I love your garden. I want to come see them when they're in bloom. You and I share the love of gardening. I miss mine too.
Grammy Dots, I love your garden and painted bird houses. The bird houses look so real I think the birds will try to fly into them. I like how colorful your paintings and garden are. Do you have a wild iris? It is my favorite flower. I will visit your garden in the warm weather. I love you. Bergen
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Grammy Dots, I like your birdhouses. Do you have real birdhouses? Do you get hummingbirds and butterflies? Where is your red race car? I will come for a ride when it is warm. I love you. Finley
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