End Of Summer Garden

I spent a beautiful September day 

outside working in the garden.

This is my little workhorse, she is the second yard tractor

that I've had since moving here.

We know a kind man that buys

old riding lawnmowers.

He fixes them up and gives them 

a good going over and resells them.

When my chores were done,

I had the urge to run into the house

and get my camera.

 

So this is a tour of one

of my garden spaces . . .

The one my sweet husband refers to

as my hippy garden.

He named it that when I built

this twig gate into the garden. 

 I add a few more limbs to it 

each time we prune or 

have a wind storm. 

This is another view of it.

I always think that the garden

looks it's loveliest just at

the time of year when it's time to

pull everything up and get the beds

ready for winter. 

 Its a small jungle here . . .

I've been beyond weed pulling 

for the last month.

It's can or pull weeds . . .

canning wins :)

There's a farm-girls hands.

You can tell by the green stain on

the cuff of her work shirt, LOL. 

The blackberries are all but done.

When you look up into the plants,

you are blessed to find one last sample

of their sweet taste of summer.

It's funny because I was thinking

the same thing about the tomatoes.

When I think of my favorite summer treats 

I think of tomatoes, blackberries and watermelon.

Oh, and peaches, yum 😊

This is the garden where I store

old junky stuff.

If you throw it away . . .

A week later you'll see some

fabulous farmhouse decor that was 

made from the junk you just threw out.

So I just took some old pallets

and created a spot out by this garden

to store my farm house and gardening treasures.

I'll have you know that this photo

and the next two . . .

were taken by this little old lady 

who almost had to lay down on the ground 

to get the shot.
Good thing that a neighbor didn't see me
laying in the garden and dial 911, LOL.
 

No wonder my back always hurts. 

This is what's left of our scarecrow.

I pulled off the head in the Spring

and stuck my old plastic owl up there

for her head.

He did a great job this summer

keeping the birds out of my blackberries :)

Busy bees.

Hidden Birdhouses.  

And Sweet Basil. 

I love this stuff . . .

the smells is perfume to my taste buds. 

Well, that's it . . .

time left for a hot shower,

an warm dinner

and 

falling asleep in front of the TV.

Have a sweet day . . .

If you're still here reading,

thanks for not turning me off 

from sheer boredom.

Sometimes I do rattle on :)

God bless you . . .

&

Keep Smiling!

Your blogging sister,

Connie :)