Wee Garden Update

Sadly, the summer is drawing to a close. The first summer in our new home has been amazing and the wee garden deserves a lot of the credit. Big Papa has 'cued up some mighty fine meals for our friends and neighbours. Already, there has been many bottle of wine drunk by candlelight on the patio. I've revelled in getting my hands dirty, and our botanical friends have rewarded me--they've put down roots and are flourishing, just like we are.

The mini blue spruce that Big Papa purchased (recklessly ignoring my instructions to buy a juniper) loves its tiny new habitat...



The impatiens and coralbells are jostling for standing room...



Hibiscus gone wild! What are we going to do with this thing in the winter?



Papa has plenty of fresh herbs to choose from for his culinary delights...



This is the first time I've ever successfully grown a clematis...



This mandevilla (a house-warming gift) is getting rather chummy with the lilies...



We've come a long way from the waste-land, baby!

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Papa returned to us tonight after a 5-day out-of-town training exercise; I thought Cakes would be ecstatic but she acknowledged his return with a nonchalant wave. Are babies like dogs, with no concept of time? I was so busy with blogging and partying with blogger chicks, I didn’t realize how much I missed him until he returned. I welcomed him home by cooking him dinner (a rare occasion); I grilled up some mahi-mahi. I must say, it was perfectly done, despite the fact that I, uncharacteristically, ignored the President’s instructions and followed my grilling instincts (such as they are). We uncorked a bottle of yellow tail, threw on the new Foos album I purchased when I was jeans shopping, and had ourselves a grand time.

Now, I’m not going to give you smut--let’s just say I will never look at my living-room furniture the same way again.

Absence makes more than the heart grow fonder.