I wasn't able to get out in the garden much over my long weekend.  And then seems we had thunderstorms the last couple of days.  When I finally got back I had weeds out the wazoo.

So aside from one very interesting meeting over Pom and grapefruit juice cocktails that's what I did yesterday.  I weeded.  I've said before I think weeding is great therapy, and I could definitely use some about now.  I am still in the midst of my parental visit PTSD. 

And The Ex and I had such a nice time at dinner he's invited me for a weekend away, which I, of course, had to decline.  It was Maine, not Monaco.  Been there, done that.  He'll catch on eventually.  The first time around you can do the cabin in the woods, but the second time around your standards are different.  It obviously depends which side of the dumping you were on and if you're getting any now whether they're higher or lower.  We're still in negotiations.

Anyway, weeding was just what the doctor ordered.  Nothing quite like cleaning the clutter out of your bed. 

This lone cleome is about the extent of the color in my garden at the moment...
 

One or two cone flowers have burst onto the scene, too...


Tony's Hydrangea just over the fence is coming along...


(I actually like the white ones when they're still a little green.)

The honeysuckle's in bloom on Iory and Leo's garden gate...


Mmm.  A little aromatherapy can't hurt either, eh?