Crazy Stable

A shabby little shed used to cling to the side of the CrazyStable, next to the driveway, containing a rickety stairs to the basement.  (I don't think it was a coal chute; most of the coal chunks turn up in the back.) We had it demolished early on, and the cellar entrance (badly) cemented over and backfilled; the resulting small garden bed, watered by the torrents from the roof valley above, is perfectly sheltered and basks in the afternoon sun. I am not much of a yellow flower person as a rule, but given the site's miserable past, I decided to try for three seasons' worth of sunny yellow blooms. These guys are up first.  

 
"As they were coming down the mountain, he strictly enjoined them not to tell anyone what they had seen, before the Son of Man had risen from the dead. They kept this word of his to themselves, though they continued to discuss what “to rise from the dead” meant.”       Mark 9:9-10