This weekend was quite productive, but I am ready for some technology-free time outside with some plants.

There will be some planting under the window of the garage, planting of super sticky, sharp (but non-life threatening) items that might discourage rebellious pre-teens from thinking the garage is their own personal hardware store. You know, prickly pears, juniper, dwarf hollies, etc. (If you have any suggestions, let me know! I'm all for adding agave to the mix as well.)

Well, okay, maybe a little technology. I'm getting a motion sensor sprinkler to keep people out of the backyard. Is that very "grumpy old lady" of me?

I had a breaking point this weekend when the man and I went out for breakfast midway through our lazy Saturday morning.

The garage door was open when we went outside. It had been shut earlier and C said it was just the wind, but early in the morning the dogs were both at the fence closest to the garage barking their cute little, non ferocious faces off. Despite screaming Mimi's protests otherwise, they aren't barkers. Someone had been casing the garage for, perhaps, the big heist.

Then there's the driveway. You see, our driveway entrance is about 1/2 acre of woods away from the house. I had a concrete planter up at the street with a copper trellis and a vining rose in it. The planter was a bright green (probably sounds kind of tacky to a lot of you) and greeted me with color every day as I left home. It was a fairly cheap planter, so was the topiary, but I was rather attached to its cheerfulness. Someone stole my planter Friday night. They dumped the plants out in the ditch and stole a friggin' planter. I certainly played the grumpy old lady part very well for the remainder of the morning. Growling and muttering to myself about how much faith I'd lost in human nature glaring at every stranger that walked relatively close to the house.

The rest of the day I took my aggression out by working on the website some more and intensely cleaning the studio. The pictures are of the studio, which I think should be more interesting than a cluttered garage and an empty plot of earth beside a mailbox.