My eldest son sent me money last Christmas to buy and install a french door where the slider used to be. It's beautiful and I'm still getting used to it. This is the view I see when I look outside from my kitchen.
The picture below is of a climbing rose I planted below an old chair last summer. It's growing well and doing what I hoped it would do. Growing up and out and over the old chair.
I have a lot of yard work to do. Just this last weekend I planted a desert willow tree and a pomegranate bush. It's been raining here a lot, for at least a week, so my yard has been mostly mud. When I planted the bush, my foot sank up to my ankle in mud. Guess I'll be washing those shoes soon. Waiting for the mud to dry out so I can get it off before I wash them. Putting in the tiny tree, I was crouching down, patting the dirt, lost my balance and fell back into the mud. Crap, now my jeans and shirt had to be washed. Oh well, if that's the worst that happens, then I'm doing okay right?