I love it when the silver lace vine starts to creep over the front door:
and when things start to get overgrown:
purple and red and orange and yellow go together:
the swans don't mind ...
... when strange things start to bloom:
metalcat is ready for showers:
the daisies are going to town:
even the hydrangeas are giving it the old college try:
and Mr. Z rides herd over it all.
2 comments:
Ok, I love, love, love that zebra! Where did you fine her/him?
He was a kids' plastic ride-on rocking horse that I found at the thrift store. He wanted to be a zebra, so I painted him that way.
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