Every year in May, I plant a new batch of flowers in the window boxes Marty built on our front porch. Today was that day.
I'm not a garden-y sort of person, though I sometimes wish I were. I have to say, I just don't enjoy it. I do enjoy the results, though.
So bring it on!
On a side note, on the other end of our porch hangs this bird house. The boys bought it for Marty years ago. It's always hung there as a decoration.
Until this year, when a chickadee decided to actually use it as a house! We watched her and Mr. C fly back and forth with twigs and grass. Then we watched Mr. C fly back and forth with bug after bug, feeding Mrs. C while she sat on the eggs. Then we were treated to the sounds of tiny peeps (frantic peeps, I must say) every time Mom or Dad returned with a bug. We did not see them fly the nest, but they are all gone now. We hope they come back next year!
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