Benched
We have an old bench that was getting swallowed by some weeds in our backyard. Barry rescued it and we attempted to make it look a little more inviting.
This involved sanding, sanding, sanding, sanding. We used steel wool and I have to admit, I do not like the texture of steel wool. So, I wore the one latex glove we happened to have.
When I took my glove off and did a bit of sanding, I got some awful steel wool bits wedged into my skin. Like I said, I’m not a fan of that texture. I’d like to know who is.
After a bit of paint, the bench looks more inviting, in my steel-wool-hatin’ opinion.
Hardy Har Har
Me:Knock, knock.
You: Who’s there?
Me: Lettuce
You: Lettuce who?
Me: Let us in, we’re freezing!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!! Remember that joke? I loved it as a kid and now that I’ve actually got lettuce growing in our gardern, I’m sure Barry’s going to love hearinig with increased frequency.
I wish I had a knock knock joke to go with this picture of our new location for Blueberry Grove. Isn’t it delightful? I think we need a sign to alert our guests to Blueberry Grove. I just like the name Blueberry Grove.
This is a picture of our resident cowboy. I’ve always wanted my very own cowboy and now I’ve got one that lives in my garden. He’s everything I’ve always wanted in a cowboy….whatever that means.
Sydney isn’t really sure what to think about the new lettuce, location of Blueberry Grove and the mini HB cowboy. As far as she can tell, the blueberries are no longer accessable to her lying down and that is just about enough to make one little Pug angry.
Maybe I’ll tell her a knock knock joke that I know.