Lousy potato harvest on Friday... Too wet a spring and put the chicken amnure on too late which clodded on top of the soil which even after tilling didn't fluff out like it's supposed to... Oh well, maybe Mr. Clifford will sell us a bushel 'cause that's about all we got out of our garden...

Our lirope is doing very well... The majestic blooms have fanned and seperated... The Christmas blooms are perfect as are the Monroe White... Great not having to share our gardens with deer... We haven't had these blooms since moving from Wes Ginny... Might of fact, the hydrangeas are blooming their heads off...

Unfortuanately, so are the weeds... The price to pay to have no deer... I had forgotten how many weeds those miserable creature ate in addition to our gardens... Oh well...

B~