My helper, Dave.

I'm never alone if I'm working outside. 

It's not long after I start to rake, dig, or tidy up some flowers that I feel a pair of gold-coloured eyes on me. Big, beautiful eyes.

He appears out of no-where to drop and roll at my feet. Ha! He's so predictable.
If he wasn't so happy and well-fed I'd steal him.

This morning I spent some time cleaning up a small space right next to the old out-house to plant some shade-lovin' flowers. A little sun and mostly shade is what this little area gets and I know I can find just the right plants for it. It was in a sad state; only one potted flower all by it's lonesome.

       

    Here's the Before and I'll soon show you the After.

David helped me rake and dispose of dead grass, leaves and some garbage that was found under the soil such as pieces of broken pop bottles and vintage bread bags. I wonder if this may have been a spot where they burned garbage in the old days. It's possible.

I added some fresh soil and mushroom compost to the area and bordered it with moss-covered logs and tree bark. I then added a few rocks around just because I love rocks. ;-)
I was happy with the result.

David was so happy, purr purr purr;  he dropped, rolled and demanded a belly-rub.

"WE did a great job, Deb.

But now I'm hungry

Hmmm...wonder what's for dinner?"

Then, as always, he headed home covered in dust, leaves and a kiss on the head.

I found my way to the tree chair to cool off in the shade and wish that someone would appear with a cold drink. 
Ahhhh....

Whoever invented tree chairs was a genius.

The lilacs are at their best now.

The fragrance of the mouse-house 

is intoxicating.

Having them, and my Peach close by, makes blogging all that much more fun.

We sure could use some rain here.

hugs, Deb