Garden Tours

November is never the time for garden tours.  But my back yard looks like a Calistoga mud bath.  Between the girls summer play and Annie's ball chase in the rain, the yard is a mess.

My mother and I used to attend the Northwest Garden Show every February.  The joke between us was my yard would always win last place.  Until one year I almost convinced her that we should enter a landscaping contest calling it: Dog Garden.  I bet then, and still do, that many people would have hired us to design a "dog garden."

First, I would have said, have no expectations that anything will grow.

Murphy's Day.