ALIVE... and all is well!

It turns out the April Massacre on my flower bed wasn't as devastating as I'd first assumed.  SOME of the weeds had the nerve to continue growing even after I took the shovel to them over and over again.  However, I think I can outlast them in persistence.  They're soon to meet our (more like Ray and my dad's) secret weapon; Round-Up with Kryptonite.   Actually, I don't know what it's made of, but I think the original bottle has a skull and cross bones on it.

So dangerous we don't even dare store it in the original bottle... we disguise it in a Crystal Geyser bottle.

(I once saw my dad spray a weed with this stuff and within two hours its leaves were wilting...)

Weeds and small children should be VERY, VERY afraid.

On a happier note.  My flowers in the flower bed are also recovering.

(Our house came with Calla lillies and they are my favorite.

They're beautiful and big and last year they survived the whole year of neglect.)

(I just bought these pink Calla lillies and I'm planting them right outside my kitchen window)