Wednesday, February 17, 2010

out of bounds...

What with Olympic games and all...our thoughts are more on skiing, skating and hockey these days...than on gardening.

But the reality is that it is almost spring...and time to think about pruning those shrubs that are growing 'out of bounds'. The raspberries still need do the grapes....and the curly willow. Stopping by the garden shop is quite tempting on a nice sunny day...and our Olympic weather forecast is for plenty of those the rest of the week.

We have a garden centre and nursery nearby...and I stop by on occasion to pick up a few things. The other day I wandered through the nursery...all on my own. The snow-capped peaks in the distance are those in the Whistler area. And as I left I noticed this sign...

...and smiled. What a nice way of asking us not to go out of bounds!

And guess where I am bound today? I am donning my Canada uniform...and off to Vancouver to join in the cheering.

Have a great day...


  1. Yippeee!!! Will look forward to your pictures and reports. It is so cool having so many great blogging reporters on the scene.

  2. I wondered when 'the Day' would come. I hope you have a ball - I'll be scanning the crowd scenes for you!

  3. You can cheer for the both of us when Canada is given that pretty gold medal! Have a wonderful day!

  4. Have a wonderful day! And I just about thought that you stole my profile picture....
    Cheer and sing for me.

  5. Love that sign! Have fun in Vancouver!!

  6. Enjoy! I can't wait to see your photos and read your excellent reporting, Judy!

    Spring will take a few months to make it's appearance here yet I am already dreaming about my little garden.

  7. Woo hoo! Can't wait to watch tonight! I'm certain I'll find you and Elmer in the crowd. ;>

    Yes, that is a great way to say a tough thing.

  8. Lucky you!! Have fun and I'll be looking forward to your report.

  9. wwoooooooooohoooooooooo....go Canada go!

  10. That sign makes me smile!

    Have fun at the games!!


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