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Mindless Monday
I think I’ve lost my mind. Sometime while I was getting the dinner dishes done, cleaning Gavin’s ears, thinking about my dentist appointment tomorrow afternoon, and trying to figure out what to post tonight, my mind wandered off by itself and hasn’t returned. I’m betting it’s going to be one of THOSE days when I wake up.
We had sun so I worked in the yard again. The ground is so wet that it made weed pulling easy. We had such a pounding rain last night that I had to tie up some of my flowers and trim others back. My Cranesbill was completely flattened and looked as though someone had placed an anvil on it. I had to trim that way back. I was glad I’d taken the time to trim back my huge baby breath plant a week ago or it would’ve been flattened too.
If it rains tomorrow, I think I’ll curl up with a good book after I get home from the dentist and relax.
Weeds, rain, Koi, and worms
Whew. It’s a good thing we had another sunny day. When I said that all that rain made the plants happy, I should’ve said the weeds were the happiest. I spent all afternoon and most of the evening (while there was still enough light) pulling weeds. I’ve only managed to clear the garden against the back fence and the backside of the pond garden.
Unfortunately, the weather report predicts rain for tomorrow and Tuesday so all my work might’ve been for nothing. Two more rainy days and those weeds will be shooting up like sky rockets. I hate to think about the growth spurts the weeds I didn’t pull will go through.
While I pulled weeds, I found a bunch of worms and as I found them, I tossed them into the pond. My Koi were going crazy—they sure do love worms. If I take the time, they’ll take them right out of my hands. Tiki and Yang are real pigs about worms and will fight for the chance to get first grab.
Frog songs and gardening
It was such a lovely night tonight that instead of watching TV Dear Hubby and I sat out by the pond listening to our bullfrogs sing. No, they didn’t sing The Michigan Rag. Gosh darn it, we could’ve made a fortune if they had—no, wait they’d only sing for us and everyone else would think we were crazy. Think? Heck, I know we are.
I spent most of the day pulling weeds, dead heading flowers, cleaning algae off the waterfall and rocks, backwashing the filters, and cutting back overgrown plants. DH spent the morning with his mother and then rode the mower around our yard. I think I got the better part of that deal.
We have a ground cover growing near the waterfall. I spent several hours thinning it out. I have no idea what its name is. What I do know, is that it hides the wild strawberries and those, ever so devious, hummingbird vines until they are well established and difficult to remove. I thought I liked hummingbird vine, well I did actually, until I planted it in my yard. Now it is a curse. It’s invasive as hell, as difficult to control as a fresh from the wilds mustang, and a real pain in the aster to pull out.
Bullfrogs scream like little girls.
Screaming frog
I keep hoping to hear our frogs croaking a web footed chorus but as of yet they haven’t. We have no Michigan J. Frogs out there. However, they do scream when surprised. Normally it’s just a quick little “ACK” when they hop into the pond as we approach.
This evening I was rambling around the yard when a sudden scream and a wild scramble at my feet startled me. The next thing I heard was a loud thud when the poor creature ran into the side of the garden shed. I had to find out what the creature was and whether or not it had dashed its brains out. I cautiously approached the corner of shed, flashlight in hand, and tried to peer into the jumble of ferns and chocolate vines. Whatever it was, screamed, and slammed into the shed again. I moved back and then approached from a different angle.
Finally, I caught sight of the creature. One of my larger bullfrogs cowered in the spot of light for a second, then it screamed like a little girl, and bashed into the side of the shed again. They aren’t the brightest lights in the harbor.
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