I was looking at my flag and thinking about tea. As in you could drink Boston Harbor for maybe ten minutes. Yes, that’s a slice of chocolate cake in my hand...

In August I won’t be able to stand in front of this hydrangea bush – it bulges with HUGE pink blooms and is known throughout the neighborhood as the Hydrangea-that-ate-Cleveland.

Look what I found hiding in my roses, or then again, maybe the roses found LABYRINTH wandering around in the garden, looking for readers...

Death by Roses – hmm, now that’s a title. Am I being chomped on by my gorgeous iceberg roses?...

The only bummer? I had to read THE LAST SECOND to Clothilde (the fertility statue and goddess of the waterfall) because she was afraid she’d get it wet. I do know what she yearns for -- my moose slippers and my lipstick, only in a more earthy shade, and my Warriors jacket. (Hang that one up, Clothilde.)