How Does Your Garden Grow?

I may not be Mary (that's my sister) but I'm sharing how my garden grows. This is the shady part of my garden. It looks better in this picture than in real life. I'm slowly ridding it of the weeds I imposed upon it.



This is the stable garden. (See the red stable and white fence in the background?) It, too, looks good in pictures. This one is overrun with ivy and weeds.




I was so thrilled that I successfully transplanted wild phlox. That was last year. This year? They're now a weed in the garden. Pretty is as pretty does and they've taken over. Stinkin' pretty weeds.




Promises of good things to come.




And even better things to come. Yum.




Chives in bloom. They look as good as they taste.




It's a long way up, beans, but you can do it!




My azalea is the last to bloom in the entire county. My MIL says it's because I transplant it every year. She may be right.



And my pond. I went the easy/cheap route and buried a Rubbermaid crate. Micah gets an unholy joy out of throwing things in holes. I may just throw the dirt back in and call it a failed attempt. This was the third "rocking" the poor pond got. And I didn't even get to the put water in it stage. (I know there's water in it. That's from rain.)




Kate is sure there's a chipmunk living in that tree stump somewhere. She's been keeping vigil for two days.




Guess who I found? Why yes, it's our three-legged toad! This fat guy gets around. I shudder a little every time I see that poor mangled limb. But aparently it doesn't slow him down much.



Oh, and remember last weekend how I did the ask me a question thing? I'm getting around to answering, I promise. But if you haven't asked me something yet now is your chance to get in on the asking.

Ask away!