That’s how far away our oldest daughter, son-in-law, and two oldest grandsons live from us. We don’t see them nearly enough. The route takes us around mountains:
THROUGH mountains:
Across rivers, which means BRIDGES! Both hands on the wheel, eyes straight ahead, DB, ’cause I’m closing mine!
Indianapolis has some beautiful, classic buildings and impressive war memorials:
Daughter Boo has always been the frugal one in the family. She loves turning trash into treasures.
Bottlecap and corrugated metal flag
A leggy plant
Son-in-law doesn’t like this one. . . an old, broken door with crushed wine bottle panes. He says it still looks like a broken door.
Wine bottles get new life
Son-in-law frequently quotes lines from The Big Lebowski. Our other daughter’s children don’t know his real name. They call him Uncle Dude.
This is not Uncle Dude.
The garage window that isn’t, really.
This side of the garage is strictly for the birds.
Daughter Boo does her trash to treasuring during long Indiana winters. She loves gardening in spring and summer.
Bottle trees and castor bean plants grow with equal vigor.
Sometimes topiaries aren't, really.
With WHAT???
Magic mushrooms
Autumn crocuses? Croci?
I love everything your daughter has done! Brava! Very creative….
Boo has a magical garden. I like her spirit!
LOVE everything, especially the window that isn’t it. too bad she doesn’t read your blog!! Has anyone in Indy ever seen a bottle tree before?
actually she does read the blog, she’s told me so. she will read this one. her dad will make sure.
I LOVED all of Boo’s creations and tell Uncle Dude that the broken door with crushed wine bottle windows was my personal favorite!
I now look at my yard and think BORRRRRIINNNGGGGGG – WHAT FUN!!! I am inspired!!:):) The pics are great!!:):)
Our son and daughter-in-law live in Indianapolis. We drive it in one day, but that is one LONG day!
Fantastic pictures. Daughter Boo (DBII?) has a wonderfully creative sense, like her Mom!
I love Boo’s bottle tree! 600 miles is a lot but at least it’s still a day’s drive. We always have to fly to see our son and family in Colorado…it’s too far away and visits are too far apart for my liking. sigh