Thursday, May 14, 2009

Just a Piddlin'

Hello, Dear Ones! I thought I would just go outside into the back yard and piddle. We have a very small postage stamp sized back yard. So many of you have vast lawns and the most lovely of views and I drool over them all of the time! But this is what I have and I'm just happy to have a little place to piddle.
Oh, look! Here comes my little helper!
Hi, baby! This is my Chloe Dawn. Man! She needs a haircut!
Just recently planted these Celosia. They're a cousin to the old fashioned Cock's Comb.
We have an abundance of these little green 'ears'. Well, actually they grow rather large and are called 'elephant ears'.
I don't have a clue to what the name of this plant is, but I affectionately call her the 'the finger plant' just because the leaves look like fingers sticking out to me. She grows all year long and we just keep cutting off her dead fingers. That doesn't sound too gory, does it? ;)
Love this fox tail fern. Actually it's not a fern at all, but is related to the veggie - Asparagus! Cool, huh? See, I know some things! ;)
Also, since we're tropical, we do have lots of good old fashioned ferns. They love my teeny tiny postage stamp sized back yard! Smile sweeties! ;)
Here are my hydrangea ~ they've gone to pot! :) I don't have much luck with these beauties, but I'm gonna try one more time!
Here's another fern. I know she has a real name, but I just call her the 'florist fern'. Isn't she the daintiest thing?
This is Bunny Foo Foo and she guards the back yard for me. She is always very alert and oh, my goodness! Can you hear her calling Chloe Dawn!?
"What, what, Bunny Foo Foo? What is it?"
Shoot! The neighbors black cat is back and taunting Chloe Dawn. Oh, just another day in the backyard!
Isn't it great to be just a piddlin'?

Now Dear Ones, if you happen to notice I'm not commenting on your posts, just know I'm really off piddlin' and will be back sometime next week.

Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

In The Garden

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear,
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me,
And He talks with me,
And He tells me I am his own;
And the joy we share as we tary there,
none other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go;
Thru the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me,
And he talks with me,
And he tells me I am his own;
And the joys we share as we tary there,
None other has ever known
~sung by me