tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981659012070333472.post1816463660171674193..comments2023-08-23T08:13:04.243-07:00Comments on ......Piccalilli Pie: The Garden, Ready for Its Closeup (and Only a Closeup...)Christina Wilsdonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02472802098557216513noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981659012070333472.post-69435226279552692852012-06-07T10:01:49.944-07:002012-06-07T10:01:49.944-07:00Ah, I'm sure somebody wiser than me has said s...Ah, I'm sure somebody wiser than me has said something quotable and pithy about half-done-looking gardens and works-in-progress and "a gardener's reach should exceed her grasp' and dreams and stuff...Before I started gardening I kind of thought it would be like sticking furniture in a room and then just needing to dust now and then. Can't believe I ever thought that. But I do love pottering about in it.Christina Wilsdonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02472802098557216513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981659012070333472.post-35454502770659048492012-06-07T09:55:00.291-07:002012-06-07T09:55:00.291-07:00Your yard looks beautiful, Chris, but I know what ...Your yard looks beautiful, Chris, but I know what you mean about a work-in-progress. I cringe every day I walk past the mess I've made of the front yard, with its tufts of straw spreading into the pathway and the meager looking garlic! But the garden is my therapist -- I dig and haul, tear things out, move things around -- and slowly my mood lifts. I fear, that with this kind of relationship, my yard will always look half-done!Rachael | The Slow-Cooked Sentencehttp://theslowcookedsentence.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981659012070333472.post-32219026830635071632012-06-04T18:08:19.318-07:002012-06-04T18:08:19.318-07:00Ah, yes, deer...my mom has contended with them for...Ah, yes, deer...my mom has contended with them for years, definitely a love-hate relationship going on there! She loves to see them with their fawns, but hates to see the twigs they leave on the trees...one year a doe came and ate all the petals off all the daisies, leaving just the middles. It was like finding that some kid had slurped all the icing off the cupcakes and left just the cakey part behind.Christina Wilsdonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02472802098557216513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3981659012070333472.post-66696311747354177242012-06-04T17:28:56.896-07:002012-06-04T17:28:56.896-07:00Cute! You should see my deer ravaged garden, it wo...Cute! You should see my deer ravaged garden, it would make you feel a whole lot better!Mary Bennetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02908550586505392408noreply@blogger.com