A Good Tired

I am currently sitting on the porch, my hair still wet after a well needed shower. I've spent the day weeding and digging out unwanted plants and trimming along the fence line. It turned out to be a lovely warm day. It actually felt a bit like summer. Everything is lush and green (and growing!). I continued my quest to rid the world of black eyed Susan and during which I discovered my second most loathed invasive plant: lily of the valley.

I never planted it. It came with the house. It managed to get into this particular flower bed by travelling through darkness under the deck and out the other side. Tenacious.

The birds are singing. I have two new hanging pots of flowers on my deck. I went with fuschias in gorgeous pink colours. Even in the few minutes that I have been out here blogging, a hummingbird has come to feed. I sat very still. It wasn't the least bit bothered by me. I do love hummingbirds.

Fuschia  (poor lighting, sorry)

We do indeed have a raccoon. As I was bent over digging out plants, attracting a nice sunburn on the slice of lower back, upper rear end that was pointed south, my husband came out to talk to me, then declared there was a raccoon on our lawn. It was in the corner which borders with an unused yard beside us. He made big sounds and chased it away. Yes, I am definitely going to have to tell the tale of our summer of raccoons some day soon.

In my gardens, some tulips are still in bloom while others have lost their petals. The centura (bachelor buttons?) are a beautiful glowy periwinkle. In a  short while my irises will be unfurling. I have purple and pale yellow and they seem to dimish a little bit more every year. I used to have some really big, dark burgundy irises but they, too, have gone by the wayside.

Regardless, I love a feeling of being tired after putting in a productive day. I'm not very good at scheduling fun. I never have been. I suppose it's because the weekend has always been the time I / we have to get things done. So I'm great at crossing things off to-do lists. And I'm enjoying sitting on the porch, listening to the robins, feeling a good kind of tired.

So, this is what I am currently looking at.

This shot reminds me a bit of Linda, another Canadian gal, over at Woke Up, Got out of Bed. She often gets her toes in her pictures too. Mind you, she seems to have pretty, delicate feet, always nicely pedicured. You can see my neighbour's lawn in the picture. Not a weed in sight. He sprays it and walks around looking for rogue weeds. I don't spray, preferring to just mow all green things short and pretend it is all lawn. Lord only knows what's in that spray! He's not a fan of flowers. He literally has no flowers on his property. I don't think I could live on a property without flowers. Winter is so long and so hard, flowers are a reward for surviving!

Sunday evenings are bitter sweet, for tomorrow it is back to work, and gardening must be put on the back burner. But for now, I am soaking in my surroundings, happy with what I have accomplished, and having a nice glass of red. Enjoy what is left of your weekend, all!