... Yes, because that should not be believed, but the garden at this time there 's nothing to do, it turns thumbs (or shoots, as we want!) .
Observe:
- Plants grow by themselves without encroaching on others,
- They found the way to the nearest faucet and copiously s'arrosent end day (they know the plants that watered open Caniard it serves no purpose except to pick up a sunburn on their delicate leaves)
- They are the Slug pellets anti sparingly (as slugs have realized that they should not bother coming these ladies otherwise Banzai behind the ears, kick back in your face slug)
- And perspective weed plants out of their small hoe for waxing discretos the roots of these nasty.
So the sudden I have nothing more to do in my garden, if not learn to swim with cats.
And ask patches.
short in garden you understand it is IECH .
So Blowin-ty not certain that they are "duh if I threw a little challenge, like that story to occupy these gardening bloggers who trailed in their hammocks.
This day I have done better to cut my fingers with my shears, rather than responding like a goat "me, me, I can play with you?"
Not that I seek apology (with a lot of house chores, 3 children, husband with his shoulder loose, giant hair in hand, flegmingite acute and cat psychopath who must learn to swim ... all that, it matters not) but .... I AM OVER THE WAD.
Everyone has already given his copy (except me). Admire their work so there , there , here or again , ( ft also here).
But must know, I'm the queen of "I start but never finish (except for my children when I still made an effort, I will not support the "mom ...? why I have one eye (or an arm or leg .. .)?
So here's my contribution (poor, it is not a 4 / 20, go back in September SilvouplaƮt, it's sloppy work that Ms. )
First the corner next to the terrace, a garden in which we (well rather I) planted anything:
- plants that ultimately prove to be the family of plants monstro: Lavatera (size cup in March, looks like a baby elephant for six months beginning July ...), nepeta and gaura.
- a columbine saved at the city dump,
- cuttings planted the sedums goes-as-j'te shoot bein then we'll see if it grows ,
- droppings of cats (oh well no, that's not me)
- of vegetables (First, I do what I want in my flower beds)
Sorry, but the pictures really do not much about the color rendering (again: could do better ...)
Then comes the garden was renamed for the occasion:
Resto classified in Gault et Millau since April 2008 with a menu within 2 granules ferromol of drool and a dash of ... is the feast in the village.
And finally, a planter on the patio :
Okay, I admit I am clumsy comedy, outsized and labels made in a hurry (especially do not compare myself to what others have done participants or I cry) but I accepted the challenge ... I am?!
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Say, there's not a new game, then I'm bored ...
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