The postman ...

... is actually a postwoman. She and I talk flowers a lot and gardening of all kinds. I purchased a different mailbox at a rummage sale last summer. It opens in the front and the back. I love that. I've put it right by my front porch and I can just reach in and get the mail without having to leave my porch. Perfect for me. But ... for the past year, the mailbox has been propped up with two cinderblocks. What an eyesore. I've had this plan for it since I purchased it but just hadn't gotten to it. Finally, the whiskey barrel I mentioned in an earlier post found its new home. So, with sweat tickling my head (I HATE that feeling when my hair gets sweaty), I marked that task from my to-do list. It was terribly hot and humid yesterday. I'm not complaining at all because I do love hot weather. Most of the time, when I have something physically demanding to do, I try to do it during the morning or evening hours.

 

There is a bright green sweet potato vine on the left, the lavender color is the bloom of a small double bloom petunia, the yellow and orange blooms are small zinnias. In front of the zinnias, a momma and baby bird figurine that I've had for many years and just behind the birdhouse, to the right, you can barely see the black knight sweet potato vine. Hopefully, it will look nice in three weeks or so. I have the intent to change it with the seasons. We'll see ...

As you can see by the bare spot in the grass (caused by the 2 cu ft bag of garden soil I had laying there for a week before I got to it) and the bit under the porch, I still have lots to do. It's gotten more difficult as I get older and I've had to accept that it will probably never been what I'd like. The only one to do it is me and I'm not moving so fast anymore. ha My shoulders and back scream in protest but I've found they scream in protest when I lounge on the couch too. ha

Enjoy your day as best as you can ...