I’m a little depressed that they found Jessie Davis dead. I mean, I knew they probably would, after her son said “Mommy’s in the rug”, but crap. That just sucks. I was hoping so hard that they would find her. I guess I’ve seen too many “Without a Trace” episodes where they get there just in the nick of time. Jessie and Chloe ran out of time and that’s just sad.
Since I’m not feeling particularly inspired today, I thought I’d regale you with photos of my garden (and a peek at my purple house). I spend a lot of time in that garden (wouldn’t know it, would you?) while Baby is playing and the dog is basking. It helps me sort through shit. This year I grew every single plant in my little veggie patch from seed. Normally my attempts at starting seeds end up with clumps of dirt being thrown in the yard- and no plants. Not this year. This year too many of them survived. We actually had to make the plot bigger. Oh the joy! Anyway, I’ll be taking some of the watermelon and muskmelon to the homeless shelter after it ripens. I have four watermelon plants, for crying out loud. And only one child. Share in the bounty, I say.
This is my little garden from the west (or below as I like to think of it. You can mostly see the 36 tomato plants, but check out the corn. Oh! And, yeah, that’s my garage and “patio”. Lovely, isn’t it?
Here’s a snap pea. I’m so proud. I killed most of the other ones, but somehow 3 managed to survive- just barely. They’re hardly even green. Remember that dasterdly rabbit? Yeah, I blame him.
It’s a baby cucumber (look close, between the flower and the stem). I thought about picking those right away and pickling them. But then I got over that real quick. I’ll be canning soon enough. No need to rush.
This is a view from “above” my garden. Behind me is the wooded area of our property, but who cares about that? Check out the green! Oh, and you can see TheMan in all his hairiness. You can just make out the back of my house. See? Purple.
Otie doesn’t want his picture taken. Poor fella. This is the view from our “patio”, which is strangely situated in front of our garage which is placed very far from the house. We’ve elected not to park the car there. Now, if you squint you can see Baby playing in a bucket of water along the fence. I’d just filled it up to give to Otis, but she commandeered it so her ponies could go swimming. Ha! Poor Otie.
Next time I’ll be putting up pictures of my flowers. I’ve got a lot of different varieties of lilies. And those things I thought were weeds (but hadn’t gotten around to pulling) were actually very delicate wildflowers. I still don’t know what they’re called. Don’t hold me to this, though. Every time I try to start a weekly thing I forget about it the next week. I still don’t have anything for Friday’s PSA. Duh.
Peace, Love, and Lollipops.
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Purple house??! No wonder I liked you right away. Nice photos.
I remember when my mom was all into gardening — man, did we ever have the best tomatoes … and these ginormous zucchinis she’d “haul out” and fill with hamburger, cheese and tomato sauce, yum! I have a black thumb though, so I’ll just enjoy the photos and memories.
TheMan doesn’t like the purple, but it doesn’t bother me. I kind of like it. Especially since a lot of the flowers aren’t purple, so they kind of offset each other.
I love to garden. It’s taken me almost 5 years to figure out what I was doing wrong. Yup, listening to everyone else. So, I get some tips from here and there, try to see what works, then tell all the parents to buzz off. This year it’s all organic. The only fertilizer is the compost pile and we’ve introduced predatory insects to take care of all the other ones we don’t want. We’ll see how that goes once the fruit starts to ripen.
Anyway, I love to get out there and chop those weeds. It’s very therapeudic. But I have to do it mostly in the evenings, which kind of blows. That’s ok, though, because that’s usually when my patience starts wearing thin and I need to chop something.
You’ll see lots of bitching come canning time, though. That really sucks a weeny.
The signature thingie is cool.
I made a post a couple days back on how to get it.
Go here to the updated part. It’s a thing called My Signature. They have manly sigs too.
I got it, but I don’t know how to put it in the template because I’m not hip to the html. Hmm.
Mr. Joe, I sent you an email.