Why, oh why, do I end up on a weeding binge every Saturday evening, when I know it will hurt even worse tomorrow than it does tonight?
My fellow church-goers will think that I habitually hobble!
But I did find some serendipitous surprises as I made my way around the garden. These roses clamber towards the sky against the back fence. They have a sweet old-fashioned appearance and a subtle aroma.
We have a snowball bush in the side yard and during the storm yesterday it snowed blossoms all over the ground beneath.
Well, the garden has a few less weeds than it did this afternoon and, after the rain this week, my veggie garden is full of small seedlings and shows great promise for harvest-time.
Speaking of roses, here are a couple more for your pleasure. These lovely red, almost thorn-less roses were planted in the flowerbeds at church after it was renovated a couple of years ago.
And here is the sweetest flower of all, getting some Mommy time after that mommy finished her first 5K this morning.
Happy Sunday, lovely readers.