I gave away more plants today.  The perennials have flourished and are elbowing each other for space.  M’s mother and father in law stopped by and took several plants.  They barely put a dent in the crop.

     I may have to resort to pulling some of them out like weeds to make some room.  I hate to do that.  Better to expand the garden edges and weather DH’s complaints.  He shouldn’t complain since it would mean less for him to mow, but he is rather particular about the lawn.

     After a hot and hard day’s work in the gardens, I sprawled out on the hammock to cool off and relax for a bit.  The clouds drifted across the sky on the tip of an impressionist’s brush.  The results were astonishingly gorgeous.  I daydreamed under a Monet sky.  

      As the day moved into night, the back yard became nature’s light show.  It began with a colorful sunset and ended with hundreds of fireflies doing their winged dance.  The neighborhood was quiet.  All I heard was the sound of the waterfall and fountains.