Yesterday's Blooms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

More of Margaret's Garden

I sure have fallen down on the job here for the past little while.
 

I've been in one of my slumps and have been in bed days that I am not keeping the children.  Nothing ' bad ',  just feeling my narcolepsy and fibromyalgia more than usual.  It'll pass soon and I'll perk up again.

This is False Indigo.

 

 

Foxglove

 

I don't know the name of the plant pictured below.

 

Of course, these pictures are all taken in Margaret's yard.

This shrub is an old fashioned plant with very strong, sweet smelling flowers. It stays full of bees while in bloom.  You can smell the blossoms and hear the bees drone long before you get near the bush.  Margaret has trimmed it to expose the branches otherwise it would be a full shrub.  My grandmother had bushes like this around  her house when I was a little girl.  Their scent always reminds me of her.

 

 

This is Mock Orange

 

A Bachelor's Button

And Brother Moon.  Not a full moon, but beautiful none the less.

 

Greetings Little One

Marian decided it was time to find a puppy.

She did a lot of research on breeds, but, in the end she went with her heart. 

Meet Cooper.  My new grandson.  He is a bloodhound/border collie mix.

By the size of his paws I am sure he will grow into a very large dog.
Of course, both the bloodhound and the collie are large dogs so he will not be a runt by any means.  He is 26 pounds at eleven weeks old now.
Did you notice his eyes are the same color as his coat?  They are a dark amber, not the usual puppy dog dark brown. 
We ( Vincent, Toni the kids and I )  have all tried to talk Marian into naming him Cooper.  She is not a hundred percent into the name so we shall have to wait on the final decision from his mom, as it should be.    

Flowers from the yard....

 

 

Watch this heartwarming video

Margaret's small plot behind the house is coming to life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Few More Iris

 Cohen and I missed walking on this side of the yard for some reason yesterday.  I stepped out for a few minutes and saw these flower beds and had to get a few pictures.

 

 I  always enjoy the iris.  They smell so good I think you should be able to eat them.  And I really want to too!  I can never get a whiff of their wonderful aroma without thinking about the first time I smelled them.  I was around 6 years old and living on the Great Lakes Naval   Base where my father was a  Chief Petty Officer.   Even though it was housing everyone knew they would be transferred from at some point, many women planted nice flower beds around the apartments.  And, of course, the whole base was policed (cleaned) and in tip top shape. 

 

Jim worked alone for several weeks to put a wood picket fence around the pool.  It looks very good and makes it easier to keep the dogs out unless invited into the area. The kids still won't be allowed out without adult supervision though.      

 There are a few renegade iris around the perimeter of the yard.  Don't know how bulbs manage to migrate.
These are the lilac bushes I was talking about in yesterday's post. 

These pictures leave a lot to be desired but I think you can see the Robbin watching the Common Grackles invading his territory.  He is none too happy.
He watches for a few seconds and then becomes aware of me.  A quick look in my direction and off  he goes.

 
The Grackles are visiting more than they usually do.   Whatever they are finding has them walking over the yard quite a bit. 

 

There are two azalea's at the front porch.  They are pitiful dwarf bushes but their bloom's color is pretty.  I've never really liked azaleas even though they are a
' southern thang '.