What do you get when you cross a dress boot with Uggs - Fuggs?
Cheerleader pom-pom stilettos. I'd love to see some cheer routines done in these shoes.
What trees would wear if they wore shoes. There's a fairy in the woods missing some boots.
One taste and she is begging for more. Sorry my little girl, there aren't any more ready to pick. Maybe tomorrow.
Apparently a burning bush is a tasty snack. Isn't this little one too cute for words? Until I look at the damage that it has done to the shrub.
Mama groundhog as taken through the screening on the porch. Notice the missing fur from her back. She needs some Rogaine. Or the Hair Club.
Here are the three young 'ens that were born in the maternity ward under our porch. 
Thank you each and every one who fought for our country - especially my father and late father-in-law. You are all heroes.
Here's a spring view of the shed where we took many pictures of Cardinals in the winter. They still come to feed at least three times a day. Behind the fence is a bird bath with a solar fountain to keep the water running. I love the sound of the water. Growing on the fence are pink honeysuckle and pink clematis. In front are two shades of spider wort. To the right of the fence are Montauk daisies and butterfly weed.
A close-up of the clematis. The early flowers are large, while later blooms are about half the size of these.
Peony bush just to the right of the portal of the damned. I love peonies and every year when they bloom I resolve to stake the plant so the blooms don't fall over and every year I forget. Senior moment I suspect.
Wigelia against the fence by the walkway to the front of the house. I love their color.
Shrub roses line the back of our morning room. When the wind blows, the scent of the flowers is just incredible. The pot in front contains dying hyacinth that my husband had in his office. Once it dies back, I take the bulbs out of the pot and plant in the fall.
Here's the hole chewed in the lattice under the porch -I like to call it the portal of the damned.
Per instructions that I read on-line, you make a path with rocks or logs from the groundhog hole to the cage. This provides a direct path from their home to the river.
It took two different size cages to capture the "hogs" - the large one for the adults and the small one for the babies.
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The garden is located behind the row of arborvitae on the far right. It's secluded from the pool and is not an "eyesore" in my husband's eyes.
These are the four raised beds that my husband refers to as the "over boxes" - one for each parent. Each bed is 4' by 8' and about 18" high. Because of our "wild" animal problems, I've had to add a fence around the top of the beds to keep the critters out.
This bed has four tomato plants, one pepper plant and, hopefully, some pickling cucumbers.
Here's a close up of one of the tomato plants. A few years ago on a show called "Ground Force" on BBC America I saw this gardening idea - "plant" a pot next to the plant and water directly into the pot. The water drains out of the holes in the bottom and directly into the ground and to the roots. I've done this for a few years and it does a great job of conserving water and promotes incredible root growth. 
Four rows of beans are planted in this bed - two green and two yellow. We eat a lot of beans.
Went to AC today with the parents. Played a lot of slots. Won some bucks.
The front hallway pile spills over into the living room.
Apparently he hasn't done laundry in a few weeks.
Spawn comes home from college today. His room is as clean and straightened up as I can make it - clean sheets on the bed, floor (what isn't covered with stuff I refuse to pick up) is vacuumed and the exposed parts of the desk and chests of drawers are dusted. Ten minutes after he gets home, his room will look like a FEMA disaster area. It will drive me nuts, but it will be good to see him.
