The Tennessee summer has been damp and hot, but the 'burger's crepe myrtles have never been prettier. This part of the yard hasn't been landscaped. It's wonderfully old fashioned, and I can almost imagine a childhood summer in Louisiana.
But just when I think this house has shown me everything, she pulls out a secret.
She has left something intriguing. You can see it beneath the far right crepe myrtle.
I'm fascinated by the wooden box and stand. It's not a bee box. But what?
No one can figure out what it is. If you know, please tell us.
Enjoy your evening!