Sunday evenings are always a bit sad. The weekend is over and it's back to work tomorrow. Why is it that those two days just seem to fly by?
My weekend isn't the only thing that didn't last long enough though
On June 4th I noticed that the peonies had bloomed, Not only are they beautiful but their scent is heavenly.
We had a pretty bad rain storm last week and by June 10th this is what my poor peonies looked like
So long my beauties. I'll see you again next year.
Showing posts with label garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label garden. Show all posts
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Duke and the garden bunny
Today I am turning the blog over to Duke because he wants to tell you his story.
Hello everyone. Today I want to tell you about how I met the garden bunny and why I don't like him. You see my mom is growing a little tiny garden in an egg carton.
Mom was showing dad how all the seeds are growing and they were talking about how they'll plant them in the yard when it gets warmer. It sounded very exciting and I wanted to take a look.
Well apparently there is a bunny, who thinks he's some kind of gardener, watching over the whole thing. I mean really, just because he carries an old tin can with a pitchfork, shovel and silly plastic carrots doesn't mean he's in charge of things.
Stupid bunny yelled at me and told me to get away from the garden
MOM! Something has to be done about that bunny. I don't like him.
I'm just going to sit here and look sad but I'm really plotting my revenge on that silly bunny. He's back there laughing at me isn't he?
Hello everyone. Today I want to tell you about how I met the garden bunny and why I don't like him. You see my mom is growing a little tiny garden in an egg carton.
Mom was showing dad how all the seeds are growing and they were talking about how they'll plant them in the yard when it gets warmer. It sounded very exciting and I wanted to take a look.
Well apparently there is a bunny, who thinks he's some kind of gardener, watching over the whole thing. I mean really, just because he carries an old tin can with a pitchfork, shovel and silly plastic carrots doesn't mean he's in charge of things.
Stupid bunny yelled at me and told me to get away from the garden
MOM! Something has to be done about that bunny. I don't like him.
I'm just going to sit here and look sad but I'm really plotting my revenge on that silly bunny. He's back there laughing at me isn't he?
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