Rose Pink Flamingo shows off its flower power.
I’m a secret fan of Jeopardy. I watch intently when time allows, and blurt out the answers (yes, Alex in the form of a question) milliseconds before the contestants can pop a thumb on that big old buzzer button. From my sofa, I’m a Jeopardy champion, although I must admit the final Jeopardy question can often leave me penniless and crestfallen. (French Philosophers of the twentieth century should never be a category.)
Anyway, I digress. It’s the end of the week and I believe this post could easily be a Jeopardy category: I’ll take Tom’s Garden Potpourri for $200, Alex. Here’s a look at what’s sprouting up this week at Tall Clover (the pretty stuff at least).
A wonderful neighbor dropped off a dozen of her opulent rainbow eggs. Dazzled by the gradation of colors, I then proceeded to play with my food, and arrange them by color. (Seemed a much better use of my time than weeding the front beds.) 
Now that it’s May, I thought perhaps I should roll up the Christmas lights on my branch fence. And should all go well, I may just put them away in the barn come June. 
Figs are my friends, and these two babies are outcroppings from a White Genoa Fig, one I procured from Holly Park Nursery in my old Seattle neighborhood near Rainier Valley. 
First rose of the season, Madame Alfred Carriere has it all: a heady fragrance, thornless canes, undeniable beauty and disease resistance. Yes, indeed, the spider (in the lower frame) has excellent taste in home sites.
- Front field mowed √
- Branch fence weeded √
- Garden rototilled √
- Vegetable garden planted…uh, perhaps this week.
I always say gardening is a process not a destination, and patience paves the way. After nine years of TLC, this dreamy lilac finally bloomed from the cutting I planted. Its fragrance so intoxicating I was almost compelled to tether it to my nose (…well, almost). 
Sometimes, moving sales are worth further investigation. This honest two-seater is just the place to have morning coffee, noontime tea, and evening cider.
And as a man who believes you should work hard and take plenty of breaks, the hammock still holds a dear place in our hearts (speaking for Box and Gracie, of course).
