Posts Tagged ‘gardening’
October 1st, 2011
I know this because it’s late Friday night — technically, early Saturday morning — and the neighborhood is abed. I can’t hear any street chatter from my window over the garage. No one is sitting on their front stoop smoking a cigarette, while a neighbor leans against their garage door sipping on something cold and foamy. The sultry heat of summer is over, and it is gravely quiet. Quiet as the grave.
We’ve had a snap. A snap in the weather, of the cold variety. We’re hovering between summer and fall. Somewhere. Out there. One day it’s 70 Faren with a measurable humidex; the next it’s 63, and the winds they are a whippin’ through the plains.
And may I just say that the stupid spiders are hieing indoors on their hairy legs, and it’s freaking me out. One just scurried across my office ceiling, and I had to stop writing this post and scream like a girl encourage him into an alternate universe.
Where was I? Oh, yes.
We’re somewhere between summer and fall. A few leaves have begun to drop to the ground, even less are turning color. Mr. G, honey and I went on a quest last Sunday for fall color. After questing here and questing there, we discovered that the most brilliant was a maple tree at the end of our lane, not far from that hole that sucked most of my intertoobs out of the atmosphere earlier this week.
There are still tomatoes growing in the yard, but there’s also a patio pot with kale, ornamental peppers and chrysanthemum cohabiting in it. There are even some daylilies hanging onto a bloom or two.
There are two fat, orange pumpkins lazing on the kitchen patio, while pretty pink fairy roses are begetting and blooming like crazy in the new frontscape.
Which brings me to this. Remember when I wrote about…
Pumpkin? Squash? Zucchini? Whatevers?
Well…
Love the updo.
Peek-a-boo.
Hello, Miss Mini.
Whether or not it is of the edible variety, I cannot say. There are edible mini pumpkins. Yet, I cannot say. Say, I cannot.
Who could eat that sweet baby anyway?
Between midnight and morn, the neighborhood continues to remain gravely quiet.
Shh.
September 6th, 2011
…growing out of the compost bin.
You thought I would be blogging about something more titillating the day after the Labor Day weekend? The day school starts in my neck of Canadaland? Sadly, no. But I should get some points for using the word “titillating” right out of the gate, post long weekend.
Back in June, I showed you some Columbine growing out of the front vent of the compost bin. Here is what’s been going on since then.
August 15 ~
Pumpkin? Squash? Zucchini? Whatevers?
August 21 ~
I know not.
August 29 ~
We like it here. We’re not leaving.
Hello, elephant ears!
September 5 ~
Growth spurt!
What do you think? Pumpkin?
We’ve hopped the fence and are making a run for it.
Get out of the way, Hosta. There’s some nice cedar mulch out there, and we’re heading for it.
I’ll probably have to clip this back when it gets to the front walk. There must be a city ordinance somewhere about migrant pumpkin-squash-zucchini-whatevers.
Let me know if it makes it over to your place.
July 9th, 2011
My orchid didn’t flower this year. Instead, it decided to grow a new leaf. Right up the center. I’m okay with that. Leaves are good.
Now, I’m thinking my Popsicle lime green pot looks like it’s wearing a fascinator.
Seriously.
I’ve been planting Pink Fairy roses in the front garden this morning. Once they recover from my delicate touch, I’ll post a pic or two. I wore jeans, a hat, sunscreen, gloves and sweat. It’s a south westerly or a west southerly exposure. Something like that. It’s hot. It’s bright. It will cook an egg on your face. Two hours, and I threw in the gloves, swilled Gatorade — Big Blue — and collapsed. It was those pesky rose holes.
For Writers ~ Kristen Lamb’s Tips for Being a Healthy Writer at Kristen Lamb’s Blog. Ahem. Kristen must have been looking over the fence…at me. Loved the video she included. Click on over.
Among other things, Kristen is a writer and social media expert, and author of We Are Not Alone: The Writer’s Guide to Social Media and Are You There, Blog? It’s Me, Writer. I have both on Kindle. I need all the social media help I can get.
You can find it on the intertoobs.
That’s it this week for Feed.
Weekend’s here.
