It's A Garden Party - Still Green

This feature, originally known as Saturday Farmer's Market, was created by Heather at Capricious Reader, and then hosted by Chris at Stuff as Dreams are Made on.

On the west side of our house is an old cast iron bath tub we tore out when we remodeled.

No. We don't bathe al fresco.

It isn't a pretty claw foot tub, but it has been incorporated into the landscape. I filled it with soil and planted it with Succulents.

Yes, it's badly in need of weeding - but
I am a lazy slug.

I have not been able to work in the garden for months now, and it shows. Since we haven't completed all the labor saving changes, it's looking bad all over right now.

Maybe one day . . .

The bottom picture is a small Agave that I hope to move into the garden next year.

The Echoing Green
- William Blake

The sun does arise,

And make happy the skies.

The merry bells ring

To welcome the Spring.

The sky-lark and thrush,

The birds of the bush,

Sing louder around,

To the bells’ cheerful sound. 

While our sports shall be seen

On the Ecchoing Green.

Old John, with white hair 

Does laugh away care,

Sitting under the oak,

Among the old folk, 

They laugh at our play, 

And soon they all say.

‘Such, such were the joys. 

When we all girls & boys, 

In our youth-time were seen, 

On the Ecchoing Green.’

Till the little ones weary

No more can be merry

The sun does descend,

And our sports have an end: 

Round the laps of their mothers, 

Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nest,

Are ready for rest;

And sport no more seen,

On the darkening Green.