Wild Thangs

I am ever so thankful that the long weekend is finally here...

The second I declared this my year for the hot cha cha pinks, my dear friend, Wunx, gifted me with these electric Geraniums.

At the onset of Memorial Weekend when it is ~ at long last ~ finally time to plant some pretty annuals.

 

 Triplets! These brazen baby foxes live right across the road from me.

Wunx is a nickname for foxes, how appropro that I should find 3 cute as a button new neighbors while scouring the landscape for a perfect place to plant the pinks.

Those fancy geraniums weren't the only thing she gifted me... Dearest Wunx also snagged me one of the new SLC Master Gardener tote bags!

I hardly deserve to haul this around. Haven't attended a meeting in over a year. Ever so busy. Plus I'm a bit of a hanger on. Living 4,000 feet higher up in the mountains, my garden world is very, very different from those talented green thumbs living down in the valley.

And, who might you be?

This young fellow is the latest mystery bird to frequent my gardens. I've been trying to master the art of high altitude bread baking ~ which can be serious rocket science. The birdies snack on the rejects and it's turning into quite the party out by the bird tree.

 Euphorbias are taking over.

I'm predicting fairly marvelous Memorial Day weather conditions. It always stops raining the moment I decide NOT to go camping.

But, I'm also predicting the gardens will be looking pretty spiffy after 3 long, leisurely days of playing in the mud.

 First Montanas are quite scraggly but the bees don't mind.

Happy long weekend to one and all.