Those hydrangeas came from my mother's yard. She divided them, my brother drove them from Chicago to Kentucky. Fatty planted them in our yard. And now a little piece of my other home is at this home. And I love that.
Carrots need to be thinned. I did that a week ago and was disappointed to see white, spindly, root-like things. I pulled one on a whim yesterday. And look! I am growing baby carrots! Fatty ate it. He said it smelled like carrot, but tasted like nothing. Let's just wait.
Like the carrots, I pulled a pea pod. Yuuuummmm! I'm anticipating a harvest in a week or so.
And geraniums are my favorite annual. I always go for the shocking pink, almost red variety. The distinctive geranium smell is full of memories. I should tell you about that some time.
I hope your weekend is wonderful. Ours is off to a good start. Dinner cooked entirely in the new kitchen and margaritas to boost!