My unfinished noise-reducing, composting panels, first put on hold because of my persistent recurrent head colds, then my lack of free weekends, and now so I can get some planting done before it gets too hot.
My unfinished arbor for the fig tree I am planning to espalier in the corner.
The dying Spanish broom that I finally cut down so it could come back from its roots, yet to be cut up and carted to the trash.
I have nothing to say about this.
Or this. Well, I guess I could say that I'm going to donate it to Habitat for Humanity, just a soon as I learn to use a telephone.
The summer kitchen is still in storage, waiting for the last of the spring storms to blow through.
Construction materials still cover the vegetable garden plot. Need to call Habitat. Really do.
Tomatoes and peppers are going in those galvanized planters. Someday.
In a fit of madness, I volunteered to put my garden on a tour this summer.
What was I thinking?