A SUNDAY AFTERNOON IN SUNSHINE!

LET ME OUTSIDE! Thought the dinner plans and picking up clutter would never be done but when they were, out I went to edge a sixty foot long border. Somehow the edge was wandering in and out...here two feet, there six feet. The ground was easy to work because of recent rain so I did the whole thing...except for breaking up the clods and removing the moss, grass and weeds. I'll need some waterproof pants to be able to sit on the ground tomorrow or the next day.

Someone hung a hat in a tree on a low branch. At least I didn't say a word to it (see post from April 4 where I greet rhodies I mistook for a person). I just left it there. Either its owner or somebody else who needs a hat will pick it up.

The picture is NOT my garden unfortunately. As you may recognize, it is a view from Monet's garden.

SNAILS ARE TURNING LEAVES TO LACE

THIS IS A PICTURE OF MY OLD GARDEN. WE DOWNSIZED TO A TRACT HOUSE WITH TOUGH CLAY SOIL ABOUT FIVE YEARS AGO. THE OLD GARDEN WAS WELL KNOWN...WRITTEN UP IN BOOKS, MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS.

The new garden, in the new location, is much smaller, sunnier, and boasts at least a trillion snails.

So, wearing gloves, armed with a squirt bottle of ammonia, water, and a bit of dish detergent; and carrying a bucket, trowel, salt shaker and a poison called Deadline, I did much to thin the ranks of this army of munchers. People always recommend beer traps, but I would have to own a brewery to trap all the critters I've got! Also, think of the time (I don't have) it would take to keep all the little traps filled with beer and emptied of their inebriated consumers.
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It is pretty now... spring having arrived ...there are many little flowers blooming and some rhododendrons are opening. My neighbor has a gorgeous red rhody in bloom and she oftren wears a red sweatshirt so there am I, flaunting my excellent eyesight and friendliest attittude...saying hello to her rhody.