why i love my backyard

i recently learned how to mow the lawn. well, i'll admit it didn't take much learning, more just doing. anyway i now love mowing my lawn - it soothes the soul. so i'm trying to bring my poor grass back to health and lately things are summery and pretty and i am in my backyard all day sometimes and i just love it.
for many reasons. look how pretty this is.


and this

this is SO NICE, addie calls it margaritaville

these are new this year and the hummingbirds of course love it plus i feel like i'm in costa rica


this stuff just appears out of nowhere to brighten our world

and of course there's always these
and him
and these guys merrily traipsing through!


Comments

Joseph Beatty said…
rad i love living there
July 10, 2009 at 6:58 PM
Mikie Beatty said…
the cutest blog that I have ever seen
July 11, 2009 at 5:56 PM
Unknown said…
i love how you are mowing the lawn in a skirt! right on, that's how i garden too... :)
July 15, 2009 at 10:29 AM
marya said…
your blog makes me happy - do you mind if i link it to mine? (terrasse.pyralis.net)
July 20, 2009 at 11:42 AM
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