
baby, it’s cold outside
A little post-thanksgiving song and dance.
Keep warm out there!
Cheers
A little post-thanksgiving song and dance.
Keep warm out there!
Cheers
Headed for a dental appointment (and late as usual) I passed by this collection of galvanized metal containers planted up with an interesting assortment of things. As luck would have it my appointment was quick and I had time to stop and take photos before the light in the sky completely disappeared for the day.
I’m spending an inordinate amount of time trying to outsmart my cats. Oh sure, I expected them to be sorta naughty, but dear dang dog, Mister Kitty especially is H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E, and that’s with the French pronunciation. He’s not mean horrible, mind you, but super duper curious horrible. It’s such a paradox, so sweet and affectionate with us, and so contemptuous of everything else.
No, I’m not talking about the harvest. For most of us autumn means an abundance of falling leaves. Leaves you rake, leaves you use the blower on, and then there are these. These you simply pick up by their stems, almost like you’re collecting a wildflower bouquet. (more…)
Does anyone else get nervous when November rolls around. In theory, I love the going-into-winter season. But it seems once we hit that 1st day in November, the rest of it comes thundering through faster than you can shake a hot toddy at it. That doesn’t even count tasks left to do in the garden. I did manage to get outside yesterday, with box of kleenex in hand. I curse you: sore throat, runny nose, and insistent cough.
There appear to be a few reoccurring themes on this blog, and in my gardening life. First up…”never say never” – just because you’ve not cared for a particular plant doesn’t mean you won’t find yourself falling for it’s charms someday. Megan recently admitted to buying a Fuchsia and I’ve somehow found myself embracing ornamental cabbage and kale. The latest example? I spent a couple of hours last week at the Portland Chinese Garden celebrating Mumvember…
It’s taken me a while to get that I’m challenged when trying to talk, observe, and photograph in unison. This is not entirely new to my, uhm, imaginative brain style. But since my concussion, I’m further along on the continuum. Recently, one of my brain therapist said, “well, when you have a really disorganized brain style…”
Say what! I don’t think she meant that as compliment. I mean, who decided that straight-line thinking is the right way, and a more firework fanciful way of thinking is the wrong way. Hmmph.
We’ve all watched new homeowners move in and take over an existing garden. Some work with what they bought, taking out and adding to, making their mark on what was created by another – but now belongs to them. Others opt for the scorched earth approach and can only begin again by removing everything, and starting with a blank slate. It can be a painful transition for everyone involved, even those of us whose only involvement is appreciating the garden from the sidewalk. (more…)
To the best of my knowledge, there’s no rule against coveting thy neighbor’s plants. So I’ve been cruising this garden regularly ever since I spied pomegranates along the path last winter. I was kind of dying to know what was inside. The fruits are smaller than the ones you see at the grocery store. Are they ripe? Are they edible? I was soooo close to knowing the answer.