Monday, June 15, 2015

Learning to grow food. The plastic netting is to protect the carrots and radishes from kitties. Held down with vintage tractor models, and the trike will have pumpkin vines on it. If all goes well, I will have peas, carrots, kale, arugula, squash, zucchini, pumpkins, berries, beans, cabbage, and plums and pears. Oh, and kohlrabi. I have NO idea why I planted that. I don't even know for sure what it is, but it looked good.


Tomato bed.

Pumpkin Trike

Kohlrabi. I have no idea.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Roses, roses.






Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Some of my favorite people live here.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Frisky fish, and lights in the central pear tree.




Cecil Brunner, earning her keep.



The Kraken has been released, and the monster rose has bloomed.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Cecil Brunner is out of control...


This is Cecil at just four years old, blocking the view of the garden. I planted her right after the neighbor guy across the street made mention to Jim as to how much wine was flowing in my garden the night before. Now no one can see past her to the sitting area. What happens behind Cecil, stays behind Cecil.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Garden Cat Selfies, Clementine takes the garden job very seriously.



Sunday, December 07, 2014

The House missed the flowers, so we made it feel better by adding lights.

Last June, all dressed in roses.
Jim's bicycle garden art. 







Sunday, October 19, 2014

Jim and I goofing off at the beach. And yes, we are both mostly Irish. Thank you for noticing.



Getting serious here, no more Mrs. Nice Gardener

About to get very stern with the cosmos and the snapdragons. Everyone else in the garden is starting to realize that the party is over, and it's time for decent and proper plants to go to sleep. These two are going rogue.
Cosmos I should have expected as much...she is like the crazy chick that everyone invites because she is "so much fun," forgetting what happened last time. And the time before. Right now she is creeping into everyone else's beds, dancing around and lifting her fronds up to show up her bloomers. She is drunk. She needs to go home. I need to remember her shenanigans before I invite her again.
The snapdragons always used to be well behaved and sedate, but this year they are out of control, doing cartwheels down the path and stretching out their little feet over the floor, maybe hoping to trip someone? Naughty, in any case. I keep telling them it's time for bed, and they are like Stewart on Mad TV. "Look what I can do!"
It's time for the garden to be quiet and listen to some stories, so I can sit back and drink my tea and rock in my chair.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Finally, it's cool enough to bake bread.



Baked it myself, which is different from my usual method, namely, to put the ingredients on the counter and stare at them in confusion, muttering darkly until Jim takes over and does it for me.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Clementine has no soul, but she will gladly take yours for a bit.


Saturday, August 09, 2014

The lilies want to know if you have a reservation for that table, the cosmos are trying to seat other customers.


Friday, July 25, 2014

Ghost flowers (actually, I couldn't hold the camera still enough in the evening light, so the focus was bad, went with it anyway).