
This weekend was a whirlwind. Home very briefly, I had lots of work still to do, so it was with great joy that on Sunday, Joe and I both got out to do some fall cleaning in the garden. We filled barrel after barrel with cut-back plants and weeds, we pruned things that could be pruned, and we picked some pretty flowers to bring inside to enjoy at the same time. Many of our flowers have faded, but some are still going strong, and we were happy to see that our camellias are starting to bloom!

While we were outside, on that glorious fall day, who should come by but my good pal Wesley and his friend Eva. Wesley is our neighbor who visits me all the time.

He came to visit and we told him to pick some roses to bring to his mom, which he did.

Of course, I had to get some photos. He’s a great little guy! While I was on the road for my last trip, I was surprised one day to get an email from Wesley with a birthday wish and a poem he “invented.”

"There can be no other occupation like gardening in which, if you were to creep up behind someone at their work, you would find them smiling." (~Mirabel Osler)
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