I love Spring in Portland. Plant life is lush and full, everything filled with promise. I get outside doing something different than slaving over vintage clothes like I have the past months. I’ve done some garden cleaning and brought out my vintage planters stored from the winter. Junk piles in the house, garage and driveway are being taken away. This week we also finally got some sod put in after our unsuccessful trials and error with trying to grow grass seed ourselves. A little stone path was installed so the grass won’t turn to mush on the way to the garage as it was when we moved in. I couldn’t be happier with how the garden is looking. I bought a bunch of scalloped garden borders from Fred Meyer on sale too which completes my French garden look. (Read a Babar book and in all the public French gardens there is scalloped borders) Can you tell I have a love of black plants and flowers? Blame it in my teenage goth-dom. I love the contrast it gives my garden, French elegance and gothic mystery. My chickens Bessie and Billie are enjoying pooping on the new lawn and nibbling it a bit. We are trying to chase them into the side of the house where we put a chicken wire gate so they don’t eat the grass while it establishes, easier said than done. Here I am in my new Jiggerbuggin’ overalls and a vintage pajama top actually. I feel comfy and cute. Someone at the grocery store said my pants remind them of Olive Oil from Popeye which I will take as a compliment!