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The other day I had the opportunity to go to a local garden that is a joint project with a restaurant chef and a winery. There were all sorts of wonderful things growing in the garden but the thing that most caught my attention was the way they had marked the rows and plants.

Wine bottles.

They recycled empty wine bottles as garden markers by writing on the sides with permanent ink (wine pens) and turning the bottles neck down into the garden rows.

So much for my dorky little seed packets tacked to a flimsy wooden stake.

These bottles are cool, guaranteed not to blow away in the wind or disintegrate from too much exposure to the sprinkler.

I’m so glad people much more clever than me come up with great ideas like this.

 

And let people like me steal their ideas!

She Who Needs to Get a Garden Planted

Barbecue Tips

Happy Memorial Day Weekend everyone!

If you, like many others around the country, are planning a barbecue this weekend, here are some barbecue tips that might come in handy!

Here are some tips for Summer Essentials to make your warm weather gatherings simple and easy!

She Who Needs to Plan a Party

The Butterfly

Saturday, Captain Cavedweller and I did something I promised I’d never do again – held a yard sale.

I hate them. Loathe them. Have nightmares about them.

But due to the backyard project that I’ll blog about soon, we had to tear down one of our storage sheds and we have 18 years of useless treasures that needed to be sorted through and disposed of.

A yard sale seemed like the best way to make a dent in all that…. stuff disappearing.

So while CC made breakfast and then lunch, I sat outside and waited for shoppers, read a book, got really sunburned and reminded myself to never again hold another yard sale.

We live out in the country. We don’t get a  lot of drive-by traffic. And for whatever reason, I could not convince CC to go stand down at the corner of the highway and hold a big sign advertising our sale. What’s up with that, anyway.

So while I sat pouting and burning my fair skin to a crisp, CC pointed out a lovely butterfly who seemed to be quite taken with our blooming pinks. I ran in the house and grabbed my camera, attempting for about twenty minutes to get a shot of it not moving.

Finally, it held mostly still.

I can relate to that butterfly. Sometimes I flit around, don’t want bothered, just want to do my thing.

But I’m really glad it settled down long enough to snap a quick photo!

She Who Needs To Just Relax