The Garden in its (not) Glory

 Please, rain. Soon. And a lot.
 The birds and other critters stripped the grapes bare.
 I mean BARE.
Not much left blooming but persistent mallow.

Because Rick was right; this is lovely.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

LOVE me some Howie Day.

And I wish I could let you borrow some of our rain from New York.