Norma’s got many things that are green, but her thumb ain’t one of them.
My neighborhood has a community garden.
The gals love to take cuttings from one another...
Luba seems to have found a bulb that needs planting...
Our grapes have tender vines...
There’s no lack of fertilization...
Morey lives across the street. He’s always looking for a hedge to clip...
Our American Gothic!...
Of course, he lives in another neighborhood...
I’d just mowed. Thankfully, my clippings are bagged...
