Little Helper

One of my sweet little helpers.
I love it when the kids help in the garden. Apparently they do too - our California grandson said this winter, "Remember when I helped you in your garden? I'm gonna do that again".
I have been pretty neglectful this year, and the garden is in pretty bad shape. I'm enjoying it anyway, and I refuse to feel guilty about it. Who's in charge here - me or the garden? Or the deer that are eating the flowers?

Had a busy weekend with the art fair on Saturday. My friend K came for a couple of evenings and helped organize and pack and then helped out on Saturday too. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! We didn't make a ton of money, but it was worth doing, and it was such fun to see everyone - old friends, new friends, students . . .

I'm packing things up now and refining my lesson plans for tomorrow's classes - watercolor in the morning and drawing in the afternoon. To be prepared for indoor or out, I look at about four weathers on the internet - then I choose the one I like best.


Anonymous said...

Your backyard looks beautiful. The lights on in the house ... homesick. Glad to hear the art fair went well.

Catherine said...

Dear Amy,
Don't be homesick - things aren't as they appear. There is art fair gear stacked all over the house, laundry (clean!)on all the beds, I haven't seen the dining room table in two weeks, the daisies are mutating into something small and ugly, a huge long vine is taking over the backyard, and the six inch slugs are trying to come in the back door.

Anonymous said...

You are welcome. I enjoy spending the time with you. Now we are going to dive into that splendid shelf of half finished works and find diamonds in the rough to polish and sell. It is like a treasure hunt for me. Karen