Here are a couple of fuzzy pics to help. I am going to need to find someone who has a steady hand to get better pictures.

I have a mock orange that has a real history. It came from the neighbor who has had the parent plant for about 50 years. The plant he has came as a start from his mother in laws garden, and was gathered around the time she got married. In the late 1800's. This single flowered form has the most lovely fragrance, but I don't know enough about mock orange to find a name for this plant.

It is planted in with roses and honey suckle and I think that must be what heaven smells like.

Roses

Opps one is the quince, but the other two are a small rose at the end of my sidewalk. It has no scent, and these orange-ish flowers. I would love to know what kind it is if anyone has a clue. The flowers look like little orange balls and do not really unfurl. They just open a bit.

Look the slacker with the MonSter is back!

Well at least I am trying to be back again. The garden is coming along well and I will post pictures when I find someone to take them so that they are not always so blurry. We are all on pins and needles here awaiting Angels birth. That makes for a jumpy household.
I am housebound today due to the chill and wet outside. Thankful for both today, as it is really needed moisture.
Trying to figure out what to do about those people who smoke cigarettes and leave the butts laying around the yard. It has become a real issue for me since I am spending a lot of time there now. Wouldn't be an issue if the niece and companion... and all of their friends didn't hang out here. I am finding that I am a horrible person when it comes to that conflict of interest. I love the kids, I want to see them and their children, I hate the poison smoke that they consume almost as much as the companies that they are pouring money into. I wish that they could see it my way. It is poison, it is litter, it is so bad for the economy and ecology of the planet. Addiction sucks.

Greetings Earth Dwellers...

It was always a joke between my brothers and sisters and myself. It was from some old space invasion movie. Still doesn't it make more sense now? I like to think of myself as dwelling on the Earth. To dwell... to remain for a time, to live as a resident, to keep the attention directed upon, to speak or write about insistently.... got to love Webster! I am not certain what form this awareness of dwelling is going to take in the long run, but for now it is enough that I am becoming aware enough to know that I dwell. I am not just here, or just living there, or gardening... I intend to dwell.

Spring snow has made all gone now...

and the yard is trying to leap into spring. I have a bit of damage on one bush that flowered hard last year. It woke up early with the warm weather, and has some serious cold damage. I was putting some compost on the grape vines and the air shifted. There was this wonderful smell. Following that I think I have a current in bloom. Picture sucks, but I will try again tomorrow to get one that is in focus.

Ahhhh.... those big spring snow storms...

well this one promises to stay until Saturday. The seedlings for this years garden are happily growing in the starter greenhouse in the living room. We can't set stuff out safely till the late part of May due to snows and frosts. Still it is going to give me a good jump on the growing season. Some of the things that are in containers already are some radish and carrots. Some salad greens are also growing. This weekend I have plans to also put some flowers into starters so that I have more happy bee goodies. Pollenators should be kept happy. I am still looking for someone that might want to share the yarden. So far no luck. I think that I am not hanging with the right old hippies. LOL
Green Cable Lux Tunic is on the needles, the chest band is finished, and I should get my stich markers made and the rest of the sweater started this weekend also.