Mock Orange and Roses

We moved into this old farmhouse in January 35 years ago in 1984.  All the trees and bushes were leafless.  I will never forget when Spring arrived and everything began to leaf out and flower.  It was simply amazing!  Then I set out to identify our floral bounty.  This I found was a Mock Orange.  It grows to the right of our garden shed.  It is very pretty and smells wonderful.  Our son Travis, DIL Kristi and grandsons Hayden and Caleb come to visit yesterday.  Hayden amazed me when he decided on his own to cut out some blackberry vines that were growing up in the shrub.  He even took these two photos for me.  I lavished praise upon him for helping us out.  :-)

Here is the pile of blackberry vines he cut out!  These are Himalayan blackberries and are considered an invasive species here and are horrible to try to eradicate.  

We have a local Facebook page called "Corbett Unstuff" - I noticed a reproduction antique style metal sign with a small price on it and messaged the seller.  She dropped it off to me yesterday afternoon.  Now to figure out where to hang it.  LOL!

Dayle cut me a branch of Mock Orange and several roses from our garden for a bouquet.  I placed them in a purple glass pitcher.

I inherited my friend Sally's Eastlake style Etagere and for now we just put it in front of the door into the living room as to be honest I wasn't sure where to put it.  I know it needs to find a better place but for now I'm enjoying looking at it and playing with things to put on it.  I stuck my collection of Hen on Nest dishes on it but I don't like them there.  What DO you put on something like this?  HELP!  I need ideas.  It has pretty legs and another shelf on the bottom.

This bouquet is extremely pretty and fragrant.. each time I pass I give it a sniff.. :-)

A close up of the Mock Orange.. 

The kids brought their dog Ozzie and you should have seen the whirling dervishes of Mocha and Meeka playing with their "cousin".  Mocha had become obsessed with this little pink ball we got her.. here she is after the kids left, passed out with the ball still in her mouth.

This ball is so small that it is constantly rolling under furniture and then she barks until Dayle fetches it for her.. and one minute later it's "lost" again and she starts barking for him to get it.  It got so bad last night that we had to take it away from her and put her in her crate so we could watch a TV show!  We're afraid to give it back.  Silly thing.

I told you of her habit of jumping onto the back of my chair.. now this is her new thing.. she sits up like a Meercat to keep an eye on things going on outside.  Goofy dog.

Speaking of TV shows.. Dayle and I are hooked on a series called "Longmire" on Netflix.  It's so good!  There are 6 seasons and no more.  Dang.  It's a modern day cowboy show with a lot of Native American influences.  

Well.. off to swim soon.. I hope you have a wonderful week ahead.  ((hugs)), Teresa :-)