I am writing in the garden. To write as one should of a garden one must write not outside it or merely somewhere near it, but in the garden. - F. Hodgson Burnett
Monday, September 19, 2011
A morning walk in the garden
Finally... we have a flower and some fruit coming!
Our morning glories being their namesake.
Dew on the elephant ear.
Hunting in the garden can get exhausting...
but only for some.
Ha ha. Sorry Maggie. Caught you with your tongue out.
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