I just placed the final order for all veg seeds and plants, a couple of flowers and more raspberries (because 6 plants is not enough for the two of us). I want to have enough raspberries to make jelly.
I'm trying my hand with asparagus.
I need to stop buying plants before it drives Michael away.
After long discussion and debate, we decided not to get chickens. I've got a great local source for eggs and meat..the benefits don't outweigh the work. Sigh.
I have an awkward flower bed outside the kitchen window. It started as a seed bed, or plant start bed and quickly became a catchall. It's in a high traffic spot. If I'm not mowing down the bed with the garden hose, the dog tether is. Hose guides are too short. I got the *brilliant* idea to use some of the logs we have as hose guides.
I got this brilliant idea while wandering around the yard with the dogs, not dressed for yard work. I ended up galloping after a runaway log with 3 barking dogs behind me, one flipflop on...lost a flipflop in the woods..
This is why Michael calls me Calamity Sam. I'm glad he didn't witness this. I did get the damned logs set in the ground by evening. So far, so good.
To cap off this disjointed mess, photos that have nothing to do with anything I rambled about!
|Kung Fu Deer.|
|I caved and bought a thistle feeder. Now, if the 50+mph winds would stop making it an amusement park ride...|
|Pippin after getting caught in the rain. He looks entirely too happy.|
|Irie and Punk. 6 pound cat loves 96 pound dog.|
|Voodoo and Bella Luna|
|Bella is the stumpy tailed, club footed demoncat. She's not a pleasant creature. Everyone feels terrible for her, until she tries to rip their faces off.|
Is my couch not the most hideous brownish blob of sectional horror?
Every time I mention replacing it, Michael looks traumatized.
There is no slipcovering that beast, either. Gah.