The flower bed and sittin' spot are done. Just gotta wait for the rose moss (portulaca), the mondo grass, and the hens 'n chicks to grow and spread all over the place :)
A beautiful calendula, a wire tricycle doodad, and a seat made out of concrete blocks and an old enamel baking pan that Mother hadn't missed.
Two giant mounds of hostas in each corner, courtesy of my mother! Yeah, Ma! Can't go to the nursery and just buy a great big mound of already spreading and full hostas (well, maybe if you want to spend tons of $$$, you might).
And, last but not least, a quick and fuzzy snapshot of yet another "one of Angie's cool and totally out there projects that turns into a whole lotta work." This is the galvanized metal door to the old shop. . . Never, I repeat, never, let yourself talk yourself into painting anything on the ridges of tin siding. Stupid idea, trying to freehand paint lines because masking tape pulls fresh white paint off the tin. Silly idea, thinking you can finish a whole quilt pattern in red, white, and blue in time for tomorrow evening's picnic and fireworks. . .
Talk to ya later! Gotta get some sleep, gotta get up early in the a.m. and start painting!