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The fence is the final major project on this garden.

Note five inch trench.

No critter would dare go under.

Especially when they could go over.

At least it keeps Calley and her playmates out.

And the wild turkey family which has taken to cutting across our front

lawn on their stately way to somewhere else.

Tools.

A gardener's best friend.

Looking closely one can see my mother's favorite scratcher with

the red handle.

A closer look will reveal the shears with rubber on the handles once used

by my dad to clip the hedge.

I swore I'd never have a garden after the years of weeding I did in theirs.

Yesterday I weeded the rhododendron and vinca like a mad woman.

And stood back to admire the results.

"what do you think, mom? look better?"

Old habits die hard.

We had parsley, basil and chives in potato salad yesterday.

Picked from the garden.

This project might be worth it after all.