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A little of this and that
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I received a lovely surprise in my mailbox today. The prize package from Jennie arrived. She’s such a dear. She didn’t have to send the package all the way here from Cardiff, Wales. She could’ve fibbed and sent it to someone closer. I’m glad she did send it to me though because it’s a delightful little treasure trove.
The news that one of my favorite actors has died threw me for a loop. I’ve always adored Patrick Swayze and kept hoping he’d beat that nasty pancreatic cancer.
We’ve had two sunny days in a row now—Hooray for the sun! I managed to backwash the pond filters, pick five tomatoes and a dozen or so grape tomatoes. There’s still more out there that aren’t ready yet. The first hint of a frost around here and I’ll scrabble to pick all the green tomatoes—we do love fried green tomatoes.
After I finished the yard work, I went straight to my computer and spent several hours reading and critiquing one of Dave’s books. He’s truly an excellent writer. In fact, I think I used ‘excellent’ more than once in my comments on his manuscript. I’m telling you people, when his books are published, you have to read them.
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Bullfrog glamour shots and garden pictures
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After accepting a bribe of worms, Goliath obligingly sat still for several photographs tonight. He stayed still even with my use of a prop (a one pound coffee can) to show his size. Goliath frog is fat! I then downloaded his ‘glamour shots’ and the garden pictures I took last week. You will find them on our garden and pond page.
The garden pictures are from August. I’m always on the look out for black flowers and foliage. (I have a thing for them.) One of my favorite pictures is of my black elephant ears. We lost our black bearded Iris to the mice a couple of years back and we haven’t found another one to replace it. This year I purchased a couple of daylilies that are quite dark but not black. I like the black flowers and foliage because they make the other colors in the garden pop. They also go well with all the gargoyle statuary. 😉
I did forget to take a picture of our torch wielding gargoyle. Yes, the torch does work. I’ll get around to photographing it one of these days.
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Cooler nights now
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The last couple of nights have been wonderful. It’s been very good sleeping weather with the temperatures in the mid sixties. Our AC is off and the house opened up during the day with the low humidity and cooler days too.
I am saddened to see that the leaves are ever so slightly beginning to change color and some of the Tulip Poplar and Magnolia’s leaves have fallen. Summer has passed too quickly.
We’ll soon have to rake leaves. Dear Hubby and I hope to get the pond covered properly this year so we don’t get as many leaves in the water as we did this past fall. We never did get around to putting the netting up and I had a heck of a job cleaning the pond out this spring.
The bullfrogs are eating everything they can grab now, fattening up for their winter hibernation. Yes, for Goliath this includes any birds that happen to land too close to him.
It’s also time to change the Koi to their fall food. I’ll have to add that to my list to pick some up this week before I forget it.
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My turn!
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Since Gavin wrote the post yesterday, Mom said it was my turn today. My name is Patty; I’m the lovely dark princess in the picture above. Mom says I’m no princess I’m a Peppermint Patty I have no idea what she’s talking about when she says things like that ‘cause I know I’m a princess. Daddy says I am his rescued Rumanian princess. I love my Mommy too but she cleans ears and stuff so I’d rather sit with Dad.
When I went outside tonight, I chased two of those green critters into the pond. They both screamed and hopped so high I thought they were birds taking off. I couldn’t help chasing the first one he was sitting right at the bottom step. I surprised him as much as he surprised me. Halfway to the pond the other one screamed and took off so then I had two of them bouncing green things in front of me. I was so excited! That is I was until they splashed into the pond. I don’t like to get wet so all I could do was try to see where they went. Mom said they hide under the water with the fishes and can stay there for a long time so I should stop looking and come in.
I told Gavin about the green critters that Mom calls bullfrogs. He says he’s heard them scream and splash into the water but never saw one close enough to chase it. I beat him on that one!
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Hookers, Johns, and night-time photographs
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I know it’s weird that I take pictures of the gardens at night. The whole night-time photography thing started in a strange way…
I live in the center of town in a rather quiet area, slightly off the beaten path. For years, we had a high hedge along the side of yard. This attracted a certain problem. What was the problem you ask? Hookers and their Johns discovered it. At first, I’d let the dogs out and allow them to bark at the strange cars but I began to fear that these people might try to harm my darlings. My tactics changed quickly when one man became confrontational and we had to call the police on him.
After such an experience, you tend to try to find easy ways to move them off without being confrontational. Having a camera’s flash go off several times in their direction certainly does the trick. No, I don’t take pictures of them or their cars but they don’t know this. Should they try to confront me, I can prove that I am innocently taking pictures of my gardens and pond.
I’ve found that when I photograph the gardens at night the colors of the flowers and Koi come up clearer and most natural. There is that deterrent thing too…
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I am not a domestic Goddess
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I hate to clean. Don’t get me wrong, I love a clean house but I hate doing the work to get it clean.
Dusting, oh, I’d rather play with the dogs. Running the vacuum, yuck, it’s so noisy, wouldn’t it be better to sit and read a book? Sweeping, it’s quieter but wasn’t there something I meant to write about? Washing windows? Do I really need to see outside? If I wash the dogs’ nose prints off the windows, they’re back there in an hour anyway. They call it decorating and I tend to agree with them.
Who wants to schlep baskets of laundry down and back up two flights of stairs when there’s gardening to do? I can go outside, pull a few weeds, daydream, and play with the Koi and the bullfrogs. Therefore, the laundry piles up and when I finally break down to do it; I’m at it all day. It’s a good thing to do on a rainy day. I can cuddle with the dogs in between loads. No, I didn’t say dust, vacuum, sweep, or wash windows.
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We will have to buy some mulch
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The poor pups had a late dinner tonight and they certainly let me know they were not thrilled it was late. Gavin scolded me as I washed and refilled the water dishes. This ritual marks dinner time in his eyes. Patty ran from the kitchen to the living room several times. There she’d sit in front of her dish stand for a second before returning to join Gavin in sassing me. What does this have to do with buying mulch you ask?
I finally cleared the mulch pile from the driveway today. I moved seven wheel barrow loads of wet mulch. I mulched the entire side garden, half of the garden under the Tulip poplar, and a bit of the back garden along the fence. I didn’t finish until after seven and that’s why the dogs were disgusted with me.
I figure we’ll need to buy about five bags worth of mulch to cover the parts of the gardens that I didn’t cover today. Unless, the neighbor’s son just happens to have another truck load of mulch to get rid of, of course.
Tired doesn’t begin to describe how I feel. My legs burn, my back is sore, but I’m happy. Tomorrow I’ll clean the house…yeah, sure like that’s going to happen.
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The green stalker
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I have a stalker. It seems I can’t weed the gardens now without feeling as though I’m being watched. Yes, that creepy sensation of eyes boring into your back that makes you turn to see who it is. Slowly I turn and, and, and….
GAH! He has webbed feet and a green complexion. It’s Goliath Frog. He’s crept up behind me and is waiting for me to toss him some worms. I can’t go anywhere near the gardens now without his sudden appearance near me. Yes, I’ve told him I won’t kiss him, I’ve already found my prince.
The idea of a stalker frog cracks up Dear Hubby. I’ve had to prove it to him. This man knows that bull frogs are smart — he told me about them using a dead bird as bait for a fly feast. Yeah, I know. How gross!
I’ve seen them stalk and catch starlings. We now have six big bullfrogs and three medium sized ones. However, Goliath makes the five other large frogs look small. I’m hoping that one day we can find tadpoles for the pond that will produce small frogs. I’m tired of relocating bullfrogs.
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More mulch please
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Five more wheel barrows of mulch are in the garden, which brings the count to fifteen. I pulled so many weeds the last couple of days that I filled a thirty gallon trash can. And, I’ve only done the pond garden. Geez! I hope to begin the side garden and I’m betting there’s at least two more thirty gallon cans worth of weeds there.
Heaven knows how many wheel barrows full of mulch it will take. I only hope that I don’t run out before I’m done. If I run out, I’ll have to go buy some. The mountain of mulch in the driveway now looks as though I’ve been removing some. It’s down to half the size it was after my neighbor’s son dumped it there.
I’m not sure if the frogs like the change. They seem to be staying in the pond more, but then that could be because the yard is dry right now. Maybe I’ll get a chance to take some pictures of the gardens this week.
In the pond garden, I’ve trimmed back the baby’s breath, cut down the remnants of the oriental lilies, removed some iris, put in the variegated yucca plant my cousin gave me, and moved one of the day lilies.
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Hard work never hurt me
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We had a very hot, humid day today and like a fool, I went out to work in the gardens. At least I waited until the afternoon when the sun was off the area I planned to work in. I weeded and trimmed back the overgrown baby’s breath and a few other flowers. Then I hauled three overloaded wheel barrow loads of mulch from the driveway to the pond garden and got that put down. I still have a ton of work to do but at least I can see some progress now.
Around six thirty Dear Hubby came outside. He took one look at me and told me to quit before I had a heat stroke. I can’t help it if I sweat like a horse. It doesn’t have to be in the 90’s for me to look as if I just stepped out of a shower when I’m working. I know, ew tmi!
All this hard work will be worth it and I’ll be sure to take pictures and add them to my garden and pond page.
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August already?!
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It’s hard to believe that it’s August already. This summer has swooped past at top speed. We were lucky that for the most part the weather was mild. However, that does make one wonder what this winter will be like.
My gardens are now full of marigolds from last year’s seed heads, red sage, purple Echinacea, multicolored snap dragons, and the mums are beginning to bloom. As I dead head flowers, I have a habit of dropping the seeds from all my annuals right onto the ground. I have been lucky to have the flowers return each year. It saves me a fortune since I haven’t had to buy these annuals for several years now.
I spent several hours weeding the pond garden and trimming back the Lizard Tail in the pond. The Lizard Tail is in a pot on a shelf in the pond. It was getting huge and taking up a lot of space both in and out of the pond.
The Koi seem happy that I trimmed back the Lizard Tail but I think the frogs are upset that they lost some hiding places. They’ll get over it.
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The weeds and frogs didn’t miss me
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It’s hot, humid, and miserable outside. I can’t go out to weed the garden because when I go outside I can’t breathe. All I do is cough up my lungs. The weeds don’t mind, they are gleefully invading every area I didn’t get to mulch. (This is most of the gardens.)
My neighbor’s son gave us a half truck load of lovely mulch before I went on my road trip. He dumped it in the middle back section of our driveway. I’m dying to get that black gold into the gardens. Maybe next week when I’m fully recuperated and have enough energy to get at the weeds.
Our bullfrogs haven’t minded that I’m seldom outside lately. In fact, they’ve become quite bold. Tonight there were two close to the back porch steps catching bugs under the light. It was a shame I had to take the dogs out and in doing so scare them. However, it was funny to watch them scurry for the pond and leap into it.
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