It's not camp

But it sorta looks like it in the first picture. We got the picnic table from a local Boy Scout troop. It took 4 of us to get into the back yard. It only took about 2 hours to split the wood with our new log splitter.

At any time during the day, we have between 2 and 20 mallards in the yard. Some have been feeding in our back yard for 4 years, so they pretty much ignore the dogs.

A sample of Pat's rabbitt collection

Views from the deck

Views from the path in the back of the yard

Our latest new planting.

Views of the patio beds

Put the shovels down

The last of the stones are now on the path. What remains of the sweet peat sits on the driveway waiting for a just in case moment. This years projects are over. It's time for Pat and I to enjoy sitting in our garden.

The boys

They would help if only they had thumbs. But the don't, so they hunt for stuff. Fred digs for moles and Bob looks on not getting it. Bob would rather sniff around for who knows what. They are great companions and would stay at our side all day or until the first chipmunk, rabbitt, squirrel, bird, or (you get the idea) shows up.

BOB

FRED

Pat's flower pot collection

This is but a small sampling of Pat's flower pot collection. Every year we tell each other that we have reached our limit. But the yard is big and the pots are small. We just don't count them any more.