Mary, Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
with silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row…….. English Nursery Rhyme circa 1744
reminiscent of the french horn, my favorite brass instrument
I spent a little time capturing the mid-summer garden this morning:
the ultimate in rudeness
Pollen Count, Deep Throat (post Watergate version) plus eavesdropping on a tiny visitor:
Coming Attractions:
