Heck with lunch, I'm just bringing my lounge chair.
Gorgeous, my dream garden. I'm confused, explain the title. This is your place, right?
Before our street had a number, it's name was Amsbaugh Road. It just sounds kinda' English, and I was hoping that using the name would help the garden to grow better? I throw it in here and there.
I am in awe. Steve, let me know when you plan too drop in. It sounds like we should have a party. What a beautiful, peaceful spot.
Ah. It's an elegant name, and it fits the garden. I'm sooooo envious. It certainly shows all the hard work and time you put into it.
Amsbaugh Gardens, it is - rivaling Buchardt Gardens in Victoria. Even though it's not as big, it's far more peaceful. How beautiful it is - your piece of heaven. (But we won't talk about the work involved, will we?)
Thank you all for coming to visit me this morning. Sometimes Steve and I feel a little far flung from the rest of you, but not this morning!
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