If that’s at all possible with Beagles running all over it.  Yes, it’s 7 degrees right now & the beds are blanketed with snow.  I’ve been a bad blogger going months without a post.  I had things to say but never took the time to say them, then forgot..Oh, no excuse is good but I am still here,  gardening & blogging when I have time.

I had a good gardening season and have started trading & buying seeds for the next.  I can’t wait to start seeds.

Daylilies have really been putting on a show. I’ve added a few here.

Boots wasn’t an outdoor cat but occasionally we would let him go outside while we were in the garden. He loved to supervise, sniff the fresh air and chew any long strands of grass that the mower missed. He could spend hours under the lilac bushes waiting for any little movement from the vole clan that had taken up residency.

He was 12 years old which doesn’t seem old enough for a cat, but being wild & deemed unadoptable from the pound, I suppose he had 12 good years longer than expected. He was a talker that loved attention, kissies, warm water and of course, his bowl of crunchies.

Now he will be laid to rest in the flower garden.

da booties, da booties

1994 – 2006