I've been slow to realize that this is my patch of dirt. That means that I can plant flowers and veggies in the dirt outside, not in pots on my deck.
So slow, in fact, that everything is still in pots on my deck.
But it's slowly getting less cluttered. I'm upgrading some of my pots (yay for clearance sales at Michael's and Joanns!) and I'm sacrificing my pallet garden. It was a good idea--but didn't go vertical very well. The harsh winter also killed half the plants in it. Two ground covers and the spearmint survived, but only barely.
I snapped this picture with the pillows and reed mat to show the direction I'm headed, the pallet is still there in this picture, but it's gone now!
This is what it looks like now--minus the soft things:
I like to sit out on the deck and write on the weekends--I'm right across from the bird feeder, which the birds aren't happy with, but they cope and come eat anyway after fussing and fluttering around for a little while. They refuse to let me take pictures, though.
The chipmonk (whom Zorro has named Tim, after a webcomic troll) and the squirrel, however, kept their distance. The squirrel more distant than the chipmonk, who lurked around the edges of the deck watching me for the several hours I was out there.
|"I can see you, Kirk. Can you see me?"|