What nice dads. I love the bit about cats being money pits I don't know why I said that when it's the dog that's just cost us an arm and leg, his leg, actually.
Today has been a wonderful day, very sunny, though very windy. The new bed is dug, topped up with some organic soil, wetter, hose down, edging secured. That's it. The plants can wait until tomorrow.
The boring but essential pruning, etc. has produced 8 bags of garden waste, with the bin already full. Boo, too.
By way of a treat, I bought a wallflower today, seduced by its wonderful scent in the garden centre. I've resisted them until now because their scent has been unimpressive compared to the bare-rooted ones you get in the UK. The growers have got their act together together and come up with "Winter Passion", a brownish-maroon flowering plant. They're grown as perennials here, getting to nearly a metre in height and width. I think I'll keep mine in a container so I can hide it under the carport when not in flower as it's a bit boring then. Right now it's on the front doorstep, smelling the place out. What with that and the beauty of England when watching the Tour, I'm getting quite nostalgic.