Friday, April 8, 2011

G is for Garden....

The battle lines have been drawn.

My Potatoes and Beans

The commanders take their places.

                                The Weed Demon and my Gardening Angel

The spies have infiltrated behind the enemy lines.

They get everywhere!!!!

The armies have arisen from their earthy graves.

Gold Potatoes


Let the war begin.

"The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth."  

~Dorothy Frances Gurney~