Like my Grandpa Does

When I was younger, my grandpa would wait for the color to fade in these and spray paint them another fun color.

 This summer I am staying with my grandparents in Omak, Wa while I work at the local nursery. So it's only fitting that I give you a little peek at the garden that they are tending to. This is my grandpa's parts. Grandma's is to come later...

He is from the Midwest, so of course he has to have a corn patch.

Ears of corn for the visiting birds.

Honeysuckle for the many Hummingbirds.

He doesn't buy geraniums anymore. Instead he takes cuttings from the years before and grows his own over the winter in his greenhouse.

And what garden isn't complete without your very own Easter Island head to greet you?