Change is Scary

That's the back vegetable garden today.  Monday it may not look like that at all.  On Monday that little back addition is being torn off and rebuilt.  This is a project a long time coming and I am thrilled that it is finally going to happen, but I'm a wreck about what it is going to do to the garden.  The builder promised that nothing would be disturbed, but that's a little hard to believe.  This was all supposed to happen last Fall, but our  original contractor dragged his feet for so long that his prices went up beyond our reach.  I was relieved to find another builder who could do the work for the original estimate, but now it's going to happen at the one time of year we were trying to avoid.  On the other hand, this means I'll be here to keep Penny from having cardiac arrest - so that's a plus.  This dog has a  near stroke everytime someone walks near the porch, so I'm thinking that someone removing the back of her house might upset her a little.

This year Tim put in far more tomato plants than we could use or, I suspect, keep up with.  He was thinking that if we had to sacrifice those nearest the house, it wouldn't be a great tragedy, but I'm a sucker for variety so I hate to see any of them go.

We had a beautiful morning today, low humidity and clear.  I pulled out all the larkspur in the front, that had gone to seed.  I thought there were more plants hidden there amongst the larkspur, but apparently not.  All the astribles  that we had tucked in there were dead or dying.  We are going to have to put some coleus and inpatients and some other shade loving annuals in there to fill-in.  Not my favorite solution, but it will be fine.  Tim HATES having that big pear tree casting shade on half the front.  My point that it cools down the porch by about 15 degrees is always the winning argument - that, and the fact that the birds love it.  He gives me the invasive species argument - but he doesn't believe it for a minute.  We do have to have it pruned heavily this fall.  I better be sure I'm home or money will cross someone's palm, a fatal cut will be made and  - oh well - we will just have to replace it with something smaller.  Ha!  Not on my watch.