No complaints, the rain at the moment is good, The plants have shaken off the smoke, and are loving the shower.
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Why anyone would love these concrete outside table and stools is beyond me.
They are heavy, they are cold and they are hard, thinking "hemorrhoids"...I suppose they might be nice in a large garden half buried in the grasses and earth.
Why anyone would want purple glass mushrooms is also a mystery to me. There are loads of them so I may not be alone in my wonderment.
Why anyone would want to buy a pineapple plant that will only produce one pineapple also has me wondering, Especially up here in the dark , cold north.
Exotic, I suppose.
It has got to be tough trying to flog stuff during these days of uncertainty, Investing in decorations for home and garden seems a bit out of touch ...said the woman who wants to buy every plant in the nursery...
In the post box the other day, a home made card sent from a friend -tongue in cheek-"Enjoy the day"...with a more accurate sticker inside, rather perfect!!
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Erik once adopted a cute little Venus flytrap not realizing how finicky they are, so when he could not take proper care of it he was devastated when it died. They are not cheap, and they are tiny. More vulnerable than newborn , more difficult to keep alive, especially in winter, when flies have gone. There was a barrel top full of baby Venus fly trap at the nursery, tempting because they are very cute. Nope, Not another thing to try to keep alive during winter...we are dealing with just trying to keep each other alive. That is a full time job. So, i walked by , looked at heartier plants with interesting leaves.
Gourds that will last well into December.
The circle is already broken.
Monday, September 21, 2020
autumn is here - ready or not- Goppy gourdy Autumn.
We went out this morning when the sun was warm and the sky was blue, A perfect morning!
Ready for a nap, I got up at three this morning, to take aspirin because I was pretty sure I was going to have a heart attack or a stroke or something because that is where my mind goes when i am half asleep and I have a weird headache that is not only in my head it is all over the world. Anyway, I had a cup of tea, and something else , read Steve's blog because the timing was right- and just stayed up.
Added Glories to the little Sarah covid journal book. Three thirty in the morning- all is quiet, there is an animal on the deck with a long white tail , not one of the babies. to be sure.
New blogger is weird...We will adjust I am sure but right now I do not have the patience.
Sunday, September 20, 2020
One sorry blossom on the lemon tree , born during the days and days of oppressive heavily laded smoke choking air, in its infancy ,it is weak and tired already but there it is!
That was a terrible eight days with no oxygen- pretty sure there has been brain damage, like we can afford that!
A quick leaping drawing in the journal before breakfast.
Approaching 200,000 by the end of the day, preventable, they say.
Hope that the baby raccoon come back today for grapes and an egg. How you feel about your cats and dogs and chickens and what ever else you have adopted- that emotional investment- I have with these little wild things. Yeah, I know...I know, you needn't tell me about wild animals, you needn't tell me about tiny lemon blossoms born during a time of climate decline- or children for that matter- life just keeps doing its life thing, the living must live , and struggle to make more of it, survival of the fittest and all- making the most of the time we have and being grateful for the time that we have spent, we are greedy, we want more, of course- some pie is good, more pie is better! Keep making pie.
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Couple more entries into the Sarah book, a quote from Paddington's blog for Ruth.
Outside my window under the sill.
It is a little bit lighter this morning, the air is still "caution" but not as grim as it has been.
I am so glad!! there are four baby raccoons on the deck, very skinny. Eating kibbles and splashing in the cake pan pool.
A little good news !!
"Ripeness is all; timing is everything. For Ruth Ginsberg, her reputation as a lawyer rested on her brilliance as a tactician who knew when to fight a battle as much as whom to fight for. She knew when to raise, when to hold ‘em, and occasionally, when to fold ‘em. Ginsberg’s strategy was described as building bedrock of precedent until she had created a tower, and that’s a matter of figuring out what goes where and when." Cyrus Sanai
Good morning, what took you so long to notice? Mr. Squirrel Pants has figured out the handle to the door, he is so smart. He comes in, ...
A good day if there is a dog involved, This is Deuce, studio pup, happiest little soul - I went up to pay the rent, look around, uninsp...
My friend named her bird "Smudge", he has not been responding , it sounds too harsh and lands like a thud on his ethereal fe...