Working...

Well... okay ...so mostly it was Ross that was working, not me...

but I did do SOME work, honest. I have proof.

It's his daughter, Ruth's fault. She gave us 2 beautiful azalea plants for a wedding present. So - after some research to find out what azalea's need to survive in this area, we then had to decide on where to plant them.

We had several rather bicker-y conversations about where we wanted them:

How about there?

I'm going to build a deck there.

What do you mean you're going to put a deck there. I have plants there!

I'll move them all.

Okay, then, how about there?

They need more shelter

There?

...sun

There?

...shade

There?

....what-the-hell-ever than that...

And finally, this morning

Well, since you won't help me decide where to plant them....

Oh for &$#@! sake! Plant them right there.

We finally agreed on a spot in front of the deck off of our bedroom door. Ross was fussed about perhaps blocking the door - but since part of what we have been trying to sort out since the renovations and installation of the new door is a way to make people STOP going to the bedroom door and instead go to the main door, I didn't think it was a concern.

Finally, we made enough decisions that it was time to go get the tools.

Where did he go? Can I come too? Much whining - apparently the door wasn't opened wide enough for Scrooge to risk entering. (Scrooge is not having a very bright day)

Isn't this a pretty bush? Also a wedding present, from Ross' ex-wife.

Let the digging begin! He dug.

And he dug.

And he dug some more.

And then he raked.

By this point, he was dripping with sweat - so was I, actually - it is stinking hot out there. I was starting to feel guilty about continuing to find places for him to dig. But look - there was shade here.

Scrooge supervised, as is his wont. Wasn't doing such a good job of it here though.

 Oh alright. I shall move to where I can see.

It's hot out here you know! Time for a dognap.

Time out from digging. He planted. At this point, I actually did do some work. I mixed in peat moss and so on ...and helped plant. Honest. I have proof!

The daisies don't show so well in the hanging planter. So they came down and were planted too.

More digging. Well, it was HIS idea that I should plant the squash seeds. And the beans. SRSLY.

Found a new spot. Ah - this is better.

And more digging.

Finally, all the seeds & plants had a home. Of some sort. I'm sure that the gardener types among us would not necessarily approve of some of our locations. The squash are in the wildflower garden, along with some found in a baggie seeds that I think might be hot peppers.

The beans are around my hummingbird climber thingie.

Sunflower seeds wound up just about anywhere you can imagine.

One more shot of stuporvisor dog :)

And look - proof that I did some work too! See? Told ya I had proof!

I HATE having dirty hands... but gloves ain't no way to garden either, I figure.