Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Balcony Garden
I haven't got the big garden any more, but this is pretty nice too. The mint always reminds me of Grandma's. She did that Enlgish thing and put them in the water when she was boiling new potatoes. She always asked me to go get some from the garden.
When I first got this hibiscus, the first thing it did was drop all its leaves and refuse to bloom.
Funny that it is producing different sorts of flowers all on one bush.
Started the poppies myself from seed.
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