Trickle, Trickle . . . Splash, Splash . . . .

Outside That Old House it is raining.

When you live in a house as old as this one, that is good news --

it means the roof is not leaking. Yet.

Our side patio, just off the sunroom.
Behind the sunroom, we have an old stone wall with ivy and flowering border plants.

I love to watch these:

turn into these:

which look like this if you look really really close:

They are oriental poppies. Their buds look like crazy fuzzy Kiwi fruits; not attractive. But their papery blooms are fabulous and red. Like wowzer red. One lone blossom opened up Tuesday morning.

Today this first brave bloom is wet and soggy, collapsed and droopy.
But I still like looking . . . from the dry sunroom!

Petunias are at the top of the stone steps.
I love petunias, so fragile looking but so tough; they work hard all summer long.

And take a peek below. Can you see the babies? Not red yet!
I'm betting on fresh homegrown tomatoes for the Fourth of July. Any takers?

Inside, where it is mercifully dry, we have a single red rose hiding in a sea of pink Peruvian lilies. That rose is from Mother's Day, a gift from the restaurant where we had brunch. How romantic. :-)

Happy Outdoor Wednesday!
Visit Susan at A Southern Daydreamer to see what's sprouting in other gardens.

And to get your fix of RED today,
Wednesday is Rednesday at It's A Very Cherry World!

Thanks for stopping by! -- Cass