25/52

Joining Barbara in commemorating the year in once a week posts … just whatever is going on in your life: the mundane, the crazy, the normal, the everyday.

 

The end of season BOX SALE at our local greenhouse.  My MIL and I went to peruse the flowers – annuals and perennials – on Thursday.  Then, Dash needed a few woodworking supplies, necessitating another trip to town … so, I invited my MIL to come and we stopped at the Box Sale again!  Lots of great deals.  We filled the suburban …. twice.  The cool deal is that I came home with three FREE rose bushes.

Centennial Morden Shrub Rose planted earlier this summer.  This is a VERY hardy and beautiful rose.

 

So, where did all those new flowers go?? 

The annuals will go into the bed by the garage to provide some color.  AND, how come I did not know that Stock were so wonderful smelling!?!  The smell reminds me of Gardenias.

The majority of the perennials were planted in a new bed.  This bed has been in my head for the last few years, so it was great to finally dig.

Above:  Japanese Iris

Below: Show Off Day Lily

The new bed will run the length of the front of the garden.  Two rose bushes will frame the entrance, which will eventually be high-lighted by an arbor or pergola.  Maybe Dash’s next 4-H woodworking project??  Or a Birthday/Christmas gift from my Dad??  Maybe it would just be easier to go shopping!

The garden is looking great.  Rain has been plentiful.

Fresh baked buns.  We are hooked on the Baker Boy frozen buns (made by a bakery in Dickinson, ND and sold in Valley City).  These are less expensive than bakery ‘dollar-sized’ buns and are the perfect size for lunch-time sandwiches.  Leave them in the frig overnight to thaw, let them rise on the counter or in an oven heated to 170 degrees, bake for 15-20 minutes and enjoy!

Sewing, sewing, sewing.  We finally finished the pajamas, the skirt, and the shirt.  The skirt and shirt will be modeled in the Sew & Show, too.  Oh, it’s so wonderful to be done.  I won’t document the number of ripped stitches because I can’t remember their number.

I couldn’t resist picking up this little horror.  Flies seem to really like my kitchen.  Of course, the open garage door is sooooo very inviting …. eat little plant, eat!!