That was the month of June. A driver's license, last day of school, rain, first horse show, rain, second horse show, rain, grad parties, rain, third horse show and Bob's your uncle. Any chance that July will be more leisurely? Not likely, I guess, but we can always hope. Of course, the month wasn't a total washout. Baby Taliskar worked on his tan:
Flannary decided that the grass really IS greener on the other side of the fence:
Phoenix, Webster and Beau, however, held fast to the notion that there's no place like home:
When puppy arrived last fall, I realized early on that my flower beds might never be the same. Some things have survived, however. Happily for me, they're among my favorites. Can't you just smell them?
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Those peonies are soo gorgeous. I haven't been able to grow them anywhere I've lived in the last 25 years -- my parents house on Long Island back in the 50's was the last place I got to actually go smell em on the bush! I remember there were always armies of sugar ants crawling up and down the stems... Ah, nostalgia! Thanks for the "trip"!
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