Saturday, January 14, 2012

Nighty Night, Sleep Tight

A little later than hoped, our garden beds are now tucked in and waiting for Spring.
"It looks as if Olga's ready, too," says Virginia.
Er, um, Keri couldn't resist her. I guess I can't blame her, can you? Maybe we should rustle up some new clothes before a prude complains.

The grape arbor needs some reconstruction, too, and I'd better put up a trellis for the tomatoes when I find a lull. 
Lots of lulls (LOL).


  1. I see Olga's arm has disappeared since I last saw her.

  2. The garden looks great, Olga, not so much.