Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Here is one of my first antique roses. I bought it about twelve years ago from Mr. Foster in Kaufman. This variety is Paul Neyron a hybrid perpetual developed in 1869. This is most likely the rose that was spoken of when our grandmothers said cabbage rose. This is a late summer picture. The blooms are much bigger in the spring. It is a reliable repeat bloomer, but it does get some black spot.
One night in July I came home a little late and still needed to water my new lovely roses. So I get the monkey to bed and go outside in the dark. I was watering and watering and dragging my only hose around the house from the front flower beds to the back. I came around the corner and saw a tall man looking in my bathroom window. Now a smart woman living by herself would have run back inside and called the police. I am not that woman. Instead I say, "What the hell are you looking at?" He turns and looks at me, takes a couple of steps towards me and says, "What are you looking at?" Again, I should have run away. BUT NO, I decide to spray my peeping Tom down with the water hose. He says, "DAMN GIRL!!!" and runs away.
Now I get smart go inside and call not 911, but my parents. They tell me to DUH CALL 911. So I call 911. My younger sister was a senior in high school and she calls one of her guy friends who is on the football team. Within about 45 seconds of the first phone call I have half the small town football team and all of the small town police in my front yard.
Here is what the first officer had to say to the dispatcher. "The suspect is a young white male age 18 to 25, and, um, he is soaking wet."
Later that week, I had a fence built and brought my shepherd home from the exes. At that point, my peeping Tom had no choice but to go to the front windows. He came back about three more times. The next time, my dog growled and he ran away. The third time Manly Man, then Manly Boyfriend, ran him off. The fourth time I let the dog out, she chased him away, and he never came back.
We all lived happily ever after.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
PS. He knew me by name for several reasons.
1. I used to have a peeping tom.
2. My kid called 911 and told on me.
3. My Manly Man was on the volunteer fire department with him.
4. We have had bicycles stolen.
5. It's a small town and we are a nosey lot.
Ya'll should check back tomorrow when I tell the story of something really funny that happened because of a Texas Star Hibiscus. There will be more law enforcement.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Today I got to be a girly girl. I went shopping with mamala, and sisters #2&4. I bought shoes. Well, baby sister(my favorite sister today) bought me the heels for my birthday, but I bought the sandals and the pretty blue pillow that the shoes are on and that butterfly magnet, and a butterfly windchime. Well, really I bought two butterfly magnets and two hummingbird magnets. We ate a big-ol-burrito. Can you see the butterflies on the sandals? They are actually a kids size 4 ( I have little feet), but I think I can pull it off. Just wait until summer, ya'll are going to be really sick and tired of me and the butterflies. Good times.
Monday, February 18, 2008
1. Potted up the Duchess de Brabrant (rose bush) cuttings that had taken root. 10 out of 14 rooted.
2. Sat in the garden and weeded hen bit and chick weed.
3. Tore apart and rebuilt the compost pile layering the old compost with the hen bit and chick weed.
4. Saw that both of my thymes, the lemon verbena, and the spider wort are all coming back. Finally, signs of spring other than daffs.
5. I found a cold not moving geco in an old container. Put it on the grill, did not cook it, the grill was just black and warm from the sun (not on fire) and the little geco warmed right up and ran away.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Abby, Internet Police Dog, getting ready to bully the neighbors Boxer.
Baby tomatoes off the dryer and in the sewing window. Move them to the green house in 5 to 10 days.
I know, I know there are a million pictures of daffodils on garden blogs right now, but what else is this pretty right now. This is the best I can do for Garden Bloggers Bloom Day.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Here is Manly Man with both of the tailless cats. It's cold outside and they are all trying to stay warm. Ignore our unfinished window, we are still remodeling. These are the cats that chase my butterflys in the summer. They will also pop you on the bohiny when you walk past them without a proper petting. He is the manly man who makes all of my garden hardscapes. Life is good.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
So I make a cup of herbal tea and get ready to wind this party down (not much of a party without beer). Hopefully, I will get up early like a good little gardener. I get myself into my pj's and look for Abby. Oops, I left her outside. Part of my stay up late ritual is bringing in the dog for her dinner, then search for gardening blogs until it is late late late.
Tonight was the night I changed and she was having none of it. I tried to feed her and just leave the bedroom door open so she could come in at her leisure. Nope, she paced up and down the hall. So I got up. She ran into my office and spun in circle beating me with her baseball bat sized tail until I sat down on my ball (yes, I sit on a stability ball). Then she got up about every thirty seconds to poke me with her nose to make sure I was going to stay on the ball and do my job (play on the computer). Her job, apparently, is to make sure I do this every night. Now she is happy and laying down in the living room, her usual habit.
This is a German Shepherd and she is taking her job way too seriously. I can't have her in the house and walk from room to room without her trying to walk in front of me to make sure something does not get me. This causes tripping (still not graceful) and hollering "ABBY LAY DOWN," or "ABBY KENNEL." She also drops a huge chew bone on my feet about three times a week. It hurts. I am safer with this dog than ever before, except for the bruises.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Remember the Buck rose cuttings? About half of them are already putting out new growth. That is a record for cuttings taking in my experience. I don't use rooting hormone. These maybe the easiest to propagate yet. Yes, Meme, they are just sticks I stuck in the dirt. Yes, the lived. Yes, they will be full sized rose bushes in about three years. Yes, if you are nice to me you may have some. You also have to protect me from the rest of the sisters.
I guess now is a good time to explain the Meme. In our house Meme is not a list of questions we answer about ourselves. It is such a good friend that I would pick her as a sister. She is an expert monkey handler. She can leave the real sisters standing there with their mouths open in disbelief. She once picked me up after I ran into a tree. This was after I saved her life when she punched a frat boy. We did that in 5 inch heels in 1984 in the rain. I am pretty sure she broke the frat boy's nose - Good times. Years later she would help me get monkey #1 to latch on when we were having nursing issues. She is a "feed the baby champion" as she exclusively breast fed twin girls her first time as a mom. Yes they lived. Yes, they now have babies of their own. I would post a picture of her, but her beauty would blind you. Meme is appropriate as she has very healthy self esteem. So, you don't need to send me a meme, I already have one. Oh, and the real deal sealer, I CAN WEAR HER SHOES!!!!!!!!
As you may have read yesterday, I added bunny poo tea and liquid fish to the pile. The only thing I have left to add is blood meal and tears.
I have recieved several suggestions advising to "just to leave it alone and let compost happen." This is very Zen and rock solid advice, however, I am late in the winter season and don't want to have to buy compost for spring planting. Plus, it just makes me crazy when I don't get my way. I was an only child until age 4 when Mom decided to have 6 more babies over the next fourteen years. I frequently have "a fit and fall in it," as my dear mother would say. This may explain the neediness and control freak aspects of my gardening personality, or maybe I am just crazy.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
What do you do at 5:20 in the morning? Does it involve wind-up flashlights and a bathrobe? Do the neighbors think you are crazy?
Keep Middle Monkey in your prayers. He has the flu.
Friday, February 8, 2008
The compost pile Middle Monkey and I made yesterday did not heat up. I added some spoiled milk and a lot more water. If it is not heating up by tomorrow I am going to add rabbit poop tea. If that doesn't work fish emulsion. If that doesn't work, I'll just cry. I really need this compost pile to heat up or I am not going to have compost for spring planting.
I am going to start the tomatoes TODAY. I am about a week late.
Hey, I actually posted about gardening on my gardening blog instead of silliness about boys. Is anybody else unable to spell check?
Thursday, February 7, 2008
2. A ten year old and a middle aged woman can build a compost pile about 10 times faster than the middle aged woman can by herself.
3. Compact florecent light bulbs are great for saving energy, but they cast more light on dirt. I have made my best friend crazy cleaning her baseboards - good times.
4. An eight year old will try to wash his plastic flip flops in the washing machine.
5. I am really bad at matching socks.
If you would like to add any observations feel free to share. Please don't use this blog to pick on a sister. Oh, never mind go for it.
1. Monkeys will shun you.
2. Manly man will not cuddle you hoping for nookie.
3. You will be declaired ridiculous, embarassing, and the weakest link Goodbye.
I have found the path to peace and quiet. Pink bathrobe, fuzzy socks, frog pajamas, and red crocs. Not one of my men will be seen with me.