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I love this weather
Posted by doggonedmysteries
It was hot outside yesterday and the dogs are quite spoiled by their Daddy’s need for air conditioning. Patty spent the day sprawled out on the couch and Gavin alternated between his chair and the floor in front of the air conditioner.
I spent most of the day outside planting some of my flowers and veggie plants and working on the pond. I only came in to rehydrate and take the dogs out to pee. Well, it was more like dragging the dogs out. They didn’t want to leave the air conditioning. DH and the dogs think I’ve lost my mind. I hate to tell them that it took a walk a long time ago.
I’ll be out working on the garden again today. I need to weed along the back fence and get the rest of the tomatoes planted there. Then on Tuesday, I need to buy more potting soil so I can put flowers in the pots out front and in the wrought iron stand that I brought home from the MIL’s house.
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They MADE me do it
Posted by doggonedmysteries
The expression heard often yesterday by my dear friends was, “Why did I let you drag me here?” G, her husband, and I went off on a money-spending spree (for me, not for them). They took me to a bulk goods store they love to go to and I went over board–there was so much there I wanted to bring home. The spices alone (cheap!) made me go hog-wild.
If that wasn’t bad enough we then stopped at our favorite garden shop where, once again, I managed to spend like a drunken sailor on shore leave. As I piled more flowers on my cart, I said once again, “Why did you drag me here?” As if, I went along with them kicking and screaming. Yeah, sure I did. They had to hog tie me to take me along. Now about that swampland in Florida you wanted….
Then we went to the pond shop. (No, no, don’t make me go in there!) Damn it, he had two black Koi…now he has one and so do I…. I found green frog tadpoles for the pond and yep, brought home a dozen of them.
Next time they invite me to go along on a jaunt, DH should handcuff me to the desk.
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Picture day!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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I wonder, do Koi get the sniffles?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
It seems that pond heaters, when used hard in very cold weather, have a two-year lifespan. I have to replace ours this winter. It isn’t heating well. Without a heater in the pond, our lovely Koi won’t last through the winter. I was glad to find them on Amazon and ordered two so I had a spare just in case.
So far, we’ve been lucky with the old heater managing to limp along. The pond hasn’t frozen over completely yet. Sunday we’re supposed to have a day in the fifties with rain. However, the temperatures will take another dive after that. I hope the old heater survives until the new ones arrive.
I also hope the Koi stay healthy in the meantime.
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Life is a laundry list of clichés
Posted by doggonedmysteries
A dear friend told me, “The writing will wait.” Yes, it will but I do wish it didn’t have to. However, now I am overwhelmed.
The expression ‘time and tide wait for no man’ (or in my case, woman) comes to mind this week. Hospital runs for his mother, doctor appointments for him, and a run to the vet for allergy meds for Gavin one day this week. I feel as though I’ll never catch my breath.
I look out in the yard and almost feel like crying over the amount of work that needs doing before winter hits us. I am doing none of it this week. The leaves are getting deeper.
As of last night, we hired AJ to get rid of the ton o leaves. (She’s the peach who cleans our walks in the winter.) After that, maybe I can get to the pond to clean it and the filters and then to the garden plants that need digging up and taking in for the winter.
I thought I was going to be able to keep up with things this year as I did last year but luck has never been one of our strong suits.
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Welcome to robin central
Posted by doggonedmysteries
As the robins prepare for their migration south, my yard has become robin central. Every day there are literally hundreds of robins in our three trees, on the ground, in the birdbath, and at the pond all vying for their turn to drink and bathe.
The other day I somehow managed to stretch the netting over the pond on my own. The idea was to keep more leaves from getting into the pond. Mother Nature had other ideas.
Fifteen minutes after I had the netting in place, a robin flapped around on the pond trapped under the netting. I freed it by showing him an opening and with some coaxing. He wasn’t thrilled with me. I had visions of things to come.
When I crawled out of bed today, DH told me, “I had to set five robins free this morning.”
It took a minute or two for that to register in my coffee deprived brain. “From where?”
“The pond, they were under the netting. I lifted the edges in a few places so they can get out on their own next time.”
“Oh, crap. I thought I had enough openings for the idiot birds. If we still had bullfrogs the birds wouldn’t swarm all over the pond.”
Oh, yeah we’re getting more tadpoles in the spring.
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On leaky pond
Posted by doggonedmysteries
How does one find a leak in a pond? I know we are losing water somewhere but I have no idea where. It could be around the hose connected to the waterfall, the waterfall itself, or maybe in the liner. Yikes!
We need to find it before winter. This is going to be one of those (not) fun projects. What I wouldn’t give to have a strong-backed weak-minded helper. Nope, don’t have one of those—DH doesn’t count. His back is weak, his balance sucks, and he’s sharp as a tack.
It wouldn’t be so bad if the pond were spring fed but mine is hose fed and I have to pay the water bill. Yikes! Therefore, while we sit beside our lovely pond and enjoy its serene atmosphere I wonder how much water I’ll have to add by the end of each week.
We have a month or two left to locate and fix the leak. This means muscling big rocks and lifting a heavy pond liner always mindful of the fish, moving a cement and fiberglass waterfall to look beneath it, checking hoses…any volunteers? I didn’t think so.
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Relocating a snake, a color changing Koi, and a toad hideout
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Last night I removed a rather large garter snake from my garden and relocated him to a distant area of the cemetery. The snake might have been large enough to make a meal of my littlest Koi and I wasn’t taking any chances. The little Koi is growing rapidly and turning into quite a character. He (We’ll use he here because at this age who knows.) never misses a meal.
When I first got him he was tiny compared our other Koi. Since then his size has quadrupled. He’s not afraid of the much bigger Koi either. He’ll swim right over their heads to seize a prime piece of food. When I brought him home he was black and yellow and, much to my disappointment, he’s become more black and orange than yellow. However, his personality makes up for his change of color. He is a brazen little devil.
We hadn’t seen our toad since the night my neighbor’s son gave him to us and we set him free in the garden. Last night I found him quite by accident. I picked up the green recycling can to put it out and there he was not happy that I discovered his hiding place. I inverted a clay pot over him and propped one end up with a small clay saucer so he could get out if he wanted. DH said he was gone when he put the can back in the morning.
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Is our pond garden now Toad Hill?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
We’ve added a toad to our outdoor menagerie. The neighbor’s son presented him to us yesterday. He feels bad that our frogs are gone and thought he had one for us. I had to explain the difference between frogs and toads to him. However, I am delighted to have a voracious bug eater around again.
It won’t take him long to grow larger. With the frogs gone we do have more bugs about. Mr. Toadamus should eat well if he sticks around.
Several years ago, I brought home two that DH caught. They didn’t stick around I no sooner let them go than they packed up and headed north whistling as they went on their way. I guess they considered the frogs too much competition at the time.
I’m still hoping that the neighbor’s son will come across some native frogs and bring them home to us. They’d stay much smaller than the bullfrogs and might not go walk about as the bullfrogs did when the large bugs got scarce and the birds refused to land here after they saw others become bullfrog meals.
The little native frogs will also chow down on mosquitoes, which the bullfrogs considered too small to bother eating.
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Picture post
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Koi are like potato chips
Posted by doggonedmysteries
You can’t have just one. A couple of weeks ago I found I couldn’t resist purchasing one more Koi. I’ve told myself we don’t need more many times. However, one of the Koi we lost in the tragic poisoning of our pond a few years back was yellow and black. I never found one to replace him. That and the fact that one of ours has a physical problem pushed me over the edge when I saw the little guy.
I do mean LITTLE guy. Our Koi dwarf him. He is a game little thing though. He’ll brazen it out at night and swim rings around the big Koi. I’ve tried for days to get a picture of him in the pond. Tonight I managed to do so. He’s under the lily pads pictured in the top left of the first picture.
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Monet skies
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I gave away more plants today. The perennials have flourished and are elbowing each other for space. M’s mother and father in law stopped by and took several plants. They barely put a dent in the crop.
I may have to resort to pulling some of them out like weeds to make some room. I hate to do that. Better to expand the garden edges and weather DH’s complaints. He shouldn’t complain since it would mean less for him to mow, but he is rather particular about the lawn.
After a hot and hard day’s work in the gardens, I sprawled out on the hammock to cool off and relax for a bit. The clouds drifted across the sky on the tip of an impressionist’s brush. The results were astonishingly gorgeous. I daydreamed under a Monet sky.
As the day moved into night, the back yard became nature’s light show. It began with a colorful sunset and ended with hundreds of fireflies doing their winged dance. The neighborhood was quiet. All I heard was the sound of the waterfall and fountains.
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