Joanne Yordanou

No needles Tuesday. My friend Linda and I headed down to visit Angela - a favorite thing for both of us. Angela lives in a beautiful old home she and her husband are renovating along the Niagara River. The sun was (finally) shining as we walked around the gorgeous yard and the gardens within it. Then to lunch, followed by nursery visits. The nurseries in Niagara are unlike Sheridan, Terra, Connons stack-em-high and watch-them-fly mentality. Regal and Mori nurseries are esthetically gratifying, with garden furniture and accessories and good size plants. the hydrangea were in bloom and I succumbed to the Pinky-Winky (as did Linda and Angela), a cone like flowered hydrangea (blooms white, then turns pink), a purple lace-cap hydrangea, a tricolour St John's Wort with red tipped leaves and, of course, the most beautiful hosta "Stained Glass.

This morning, I started weeding my garden (A thing I always do after salivating in Angela's inspiring garden), managed to fill a garden bag and got thoroughly soaked in the rain. At one point, I had to stop and come in. Made lasagna. Took E. to get 2 teeth pulled for braces and back at it. Now they are in their new homes (the hydrangeas temporary ones until the fence gets built).