Today was a really productive day at the old manor house on the hill.
Did you know that if you drink several glasses of iced tea throughout the day, you can keep going and going. And going . . .
Today we each worked on our own projects. My husband was in his garden and I continued with my container gardens that I’d begun last weekend.
I would work for awhile, then take a break and cool off with a glass of raspberry iced tea.
I love raspberry iced tea. And mint. And ginger, too. And blueberry, actually. It’s surprisingly good. But today I made raspberry.
I have this three-tiered wire planter that I like to line with moss and then fill with little impatiens. It will be beautiful in about a month or so when they start to get bigger.
My husband moved the pansies to the shady side of the house. They’re still doing pretty well, I’d say.
This is the front porch. It’s a nice place to sit in the mornings and evenings. That’s the huge azalea bush on the right. I bought those urns at the WalMart last weekend. They were on sale and look like stone. But they’re not. I hope I haven’t ruined it for you now that you know.
I found this old wire planter in the garage. I don’t like to use other people’s things but it looks nice hanging on the back porch. And it goes with the house.
I have a collection of wire planters and each year I just buy new coco mats. I couldn’t find any for the cone planter, so I improvised and used moss at the top. I actually like it better this way, don’t you?
I love yellow petunias and these were on sale this weekend at Home Depot.
We needed new lawn chairs. The camp chairs we’ve had for the past couple of years were looking ratty and these pretty yellow chairs were on sale at the WalMart. They’re really comfortable, too.
It’s been a beautiful week here in Maryland. A little warm today, but the house has been staying cool (so far). It’s from precise timing on my husband’s part, of opening and closing windows and curtains to keep the cool inside.
Hope things are going swimmingly in your neck of the woods!
Until we meet again . . .
My crown is in my heart, not on my head,
Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: My crown is called content:
A crown that is, that seldom kings enjoy.