woolythyme

a day in the garden with my mom....

Me and Mom have been in the garden today.  As you can see, my role has been primarily supervisory.  

We toured, looking for new stuff.

The hydrangeas are starting to bloom, which has mom happy dancing since they haven't had any flowers for the past couple summers.  They like their new location.  (Two still have no blooms.  I'll see what I can do about adding a little fertilizer around them.)

 

We thought the allium wasn't going to appear this year, but there it was, lying on the ground.  I didn't step on it.  Almost, but I didn't.

The sandbags are finally getting moved out of the garden.  Mom filled it so heavy that she couldn't move it, so we're calling in the recruits.  (That would be Dad.)  We'd like the recruits to also move the bricks, but the recruits said we were pushing our luck with the sand, so they will stay a while longer where they are.

Our flower boxes are filling in nicely.  I helped plant them a couple weeks ago.  Even some of the trailing geraniums that I broke off are trailing again.  

At Old Sturbridge Village Mom learned about old-fashioned bug catchers, so she put out one.  It's not baited yet.  

 

I thought we finished planting the kitchen herb garden (it's the kitchen herb garden because it's near the kitchen) but I see a big hole where something else could go.  I'm voting for chocolate mint.  Mom said something about 'not even over her dead body'.  I love chocolate.  (I'm not allowed to have it; that's why I know I love it very very much.)

 

We moved some ferns from the front porch to the backyard.  We both think they look not very nice all bunched up like they are, but I promise, they look better than the water meter they are hiding.

Mom sprinkled while I got out of the way.  I don't like getting wet.  

We did a little bird watching.  This bird house has a family every year.  I think it's sort of like Snoopy's doghouse, because a whole bunch of birds keep flying in and out.  It must be really really crowded in there.

And finally, we knit a little bit.  I wish this day in the garden would never end.

 

Because....

THIS is waiting inside.  

 

Marley is visiting again.  

(She loves me wayyyyyy more than I love her.)

feeling a little sad Saturday....

Am I looking a little sad today?  This look is actually not just sad,but also forlorn, disgusted, depressed, downcast, doleful, and just a little heartbroken.

 

Look what has invaded my world.

My human-mom's human-daughter got this creature for her youngest son's birthday.  I guess that makes my human-mom a great-grandma to this ball of fur (which is sort of freaking her out)...and I instantly became a great-uncle.

We're doggie-sitting.

 

She looks pretty pleased with herself, doesn't she?  Well, she just pooped and peed all over the floor.  I showed her how to do that outside not two minutes before.  Did she follow my lead?  Of course not.  And then, she had the nerve to do it again...and again...and again.  I give up.  It's mom's problem now.  I tried my best.

Oh, yeah.  Her name is Marley.  (Isn't that a boy-dog's name?  I didn't tell her that, but she doesn't know her name anyway, so it doesn't really matter.)

She brought a toy with her...

but she seems to like the fringe on MY blanket better.  Mom rescued it for me.  

She chews on everything...including my ears, so I had to hop the fence and get out of her kitchen jail.  (She doesn't know she's in jail.  She's pretty happy there.)

And NOISE!!?!  We're a very quiet family.  I never ever ever make a peep---ever.  And she hardly shuts up.  Granted, it's a baby arf not an ARF BARK, but it's still rockin' my world.  Shesh.  

One really great thing happened today....that almost pulled me out of my funk...

 

This little baby chickadee got stuck inside the bird feeder.  Mom had to dump all the birdseed out and sort of shake her loose.  Birdseed is my third favorite outdoor treat after tomatoes (fresh from the garden) and my poop.  So I was actually pretty happy for a little bit.

It's been a big day.

I need a nap. 

Bye.

 

Your friend, 

Freddy.