Mister Spikey

I didn't much like him when we first moved here. There are so many spiky, pointy, thorny and just plain hostile plants in our garden, but as the drought continues, I have grown to appreciate them more. Mister Spikey has thrived on total neglect and is now quite elegant in his very tall white pot.

It's been a day of appointments, getting lost, finding myself again without having to phone anybody for directions, dogs and searching for coral colored carpet roses.

The dogs and OilMan finally got hot and came inside. Dana is still out there digging holes….

The extra photo is of a cute little freshly painted church that I passed about four times while I was lost this morning. I finally decided to stop and take its picture.