We've got a ski cabin in the Sierras for the next two weekends, and I got a good fix on Friday, so Sophie and I have been happy to spend this weekend puttering around the house. A big rain storm was predicted for today, so we took advantage of cool but dry weather yesterday to do a little gardening. Nothing big and no trips to our favorite nursery.
I pruned our camellias and snipped away at other plants that have been long neglected. Cutting back the rose geranium is always fun because we can bring it's wonderful perfume in the house to enjoy on a rainy day like today.
I've got little bits of it in vases all over the house.
There even a few things blooming:
And of course the heartiest, most drought and deer resistant plant ever, rosemary.
When Husband gets around to replacing our front fence (it's currently held up by some vines and a few strings of tiny white Christmas lights, I've going to replace the present hedge and with all rosemary.
Sophie's class works in their school garden every Friday, and now she's all fired up over her own garden at home.
She spent over an hour weeding and turning her soil and then planted seeds for onions, carrots, radishes, and fava beans.
It started raining last night and has not stopped for a minute all day. We've read in front of the fire; worked on a school report; washed hair; made lasagna (for tonight), chili (for next weekend), cookies (for right now); and bottled homemade limoncello. Taxes? No. Why ruin such a lovely weekend?