Sunday, August 23, 2015

Garden Diaries

Well, the garden was almost a wash, but I have been gradually replacing my flower beds with edibles the last few years and the plants there have done remarkably well. Which means I have spent the morning canning pizza sauce (and one jar of pickles while I was in the middle of everything). So there's that, anyway!

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Ringing In My Head

The Cicadas are out in full-force. I'm not sure if we are in some 13- or 17- year cycle or if it's just the annual species, but, oh my, there sure is a bunch of them and they are very loud. Not helping my tinnitus at all! I noticed these on my little maple tree outside, all lined up as if they were out for a duck-walk and decided it was a nice spot to moult. The tree is covered with shells. I was fascinated by "locusts" when I was little, collecting the shells and sometimes even the insects (which Dad would never let me keep in the house, although I tried). And I guess as an adult, I still am. Except for that infernal noise!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Morning Coffee

The kittens are  going to be a year old soon and it's been fun watching them grow and develop such different personalities. Squirt, the tabby, is very playful and affectionate, while Pip here is more reserved and quiet. Which is why it surprised me this morning when he joined me at my desk and tried to wiggle himself into his old spot. He doesn't fit quite as well as he used to, but he made it work! He's been rewarded with much ear scratching--maybe he'll join me more often!

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Morning Coffee

When you have pets in the home, you are never alone! Even when you need to be. I needed the printer, but I waited until he woke from his nap. Yup, I'm that kind of kitty mom!

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Garden Diaries

So I took this pic last weekend after I had (most) of the weeds cleaned out, to find I really don't have much left. So the question becomes replant or call it a night? What has survived is stunted and yellowed. Although it isn't really obvious here, the sunflowers aren't any taller than me. Usually they are at least 10 feet tall by now. The strange thing is, after all of that rain we had, the ground is hard as a rock and dry several inches down.

Chances are, I'm just going to let it go. I think I've about lost interest at this point. There's always next year!