Three weeks ago I finally obtained full title to my home. Now I am making it my place. In a year I shall return for good. In the meantime I'll make visits when I can. It 's a drive of slightly over five hours, but , of course, I stop somewhere enroute. The house is named High Hopes. At the beginning when I was just beginning to gut it, someone, a man, of course, wisecracked: "You have high hopes". I do. So here are some flowers from my own garden. Can you see the very dark daylily in the centre? It's Treecroft Twilight Time. I plan, someday, to have a little daylily farm.
This is my neighbour's strawberry stand - you drop a toonie and two quarters into the yogourt container. The soil here is quite gravelly and needs a lot of amendment - like seaweed, but when I was gardening a few kilometres away it was brick-quality clay. There are always challenges. I am eating strawberries for three meals a day.
This is Joan's garden. I've using her computer, but here on the shore we only get dial-up. So sometimes I can load pictures onto the blog and sometimes - like the last time that I tried, it just comes up blank. But it worked today. I've been putting primer on the exterior of the house, working around on the shady side. I can only do what I can reach, then I'll have to get someone to do the high ladder work. Somehow, for me, paint cans and July just go together.
I can only send things on rather sporadically now that I am back home and borrowing computers - but it is rose season and here is a rose growing on the road shoulder. I took the picture as I walked down our road: mostly for the bee.