Monday, October 08, 2007

THE OCTOBER "GARDEN"

OCTOBER.... sigh..........
If they gave an award for weeds, I am sure I would be in the top 5. My modesty won't allow me to claim first place, but it would not surprise me! It is a good thing I live on the very edge of town with a tenth of a mile of woods separating me from the folks with perfectly manicured lawns. That way, maybe the rest of the town won't notice. On the other hand, I have more flowers blooming at any time of the year than any of the rest of them. People come up to me in the grocery store or Post Office, strangers have even pulled in my driveway when they see me working out front to compliment me on my yard or to ask what this or that flower is. Not many people are used to the fall blooming azaleas, and actually, I haven't seen any others in town. It is a small town... just under 500 population. If we have a moderate winter, I can have something in bloom every week out of the year, generally camellias and pansies. The earliest camellias have started to bloom, the rest are budding up nicely. I have had to remember to water them; it has been so very dry. It is easy to remember to water things that are blooming or veggies, but we ofter forget about the trees, shrubs, and bushes we tend to take for granted. My neighbor has purchased a chipper and while he is learning how to use it, I get his practice piles! I have had 3 truck loads dumped out front at the end of my turn around. The top of that pile is over 4 feet high! I bought a wagon to go on the back of my new John Deere and that has been a huge help compared to walking one wheel barrow load at a time around the property. Truth is, walking down to the furthest end (1/10th mile) and back, let alone push a load of mulch down and back, is very difficult for me. Not whining here, honest, as long as my wheelchair stays in the barn, I am reasonably happy, I am just being honest with my limitations even tho my brain still thinks I can do what I did 20-30 years ago. Anyway, I planted a new fall azalea yesterday. Can you believe I have some digitalis in bloom? Are they confused or what? See the dead leaves on the ground? If you look real hard you can see that same old pansy in bloom right behind the digitalis. See that bit of purple? See that spot of white?The English Daisy plant has finally opened. This was just one plant in a 4 inch pot about 4 years ago. It is real tall, too. Punkin had a flea emergency. One of the fall azaleas next to the daisies. These are volunteer tomatoes, cherry and plum, growing out of the compost pile! The window boxes are looking a bit sorry, but the camellia is coming along. This one is over 8 feet tall now. Gee, thinking of all the work I have left to do is making me tired. Maybe Punk has the right idea, but I will find a softer place.






Wednesday, September 26, 2007

FIND JOY

I was always taught to try to find some joy in every task I had to do. Sometimes it was not easy. Yesterday, I cut the grass. My birdbath is on ground level because it is sometimes the only water some of the critters who live in my little corner can find. So, it needs to be accessible. Unfortunately, it means I need to change the water and clean it out whenever I cut the grass, even if I just cleaned it out the day before. A yucky job for me, but a good thing, really, since I might get lazy about keeping it clean. I got real busy yesterday and kept pushing long after my body was sending me signals to STOP! So when I finally did call it quits, the birdbath was filled with grass cuttings. I remembered it around 2 in the morning, and put it on my mental list of first things to do this morning. I no sooner refilled it than a pretty yellow leaf floated down and landed right in the middle of things. A big old bumble bee hurried in to get a bit of nectar and I stopped to get a look at the beautiful colors surrounding St Francis. And I thought I would share that with you!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

THIS MORNING'S GIFT

When I went out for my morning stroll, I noticed a bit of color on a piece of driftwood. I just had to share it with you!
May you notice all of nature's treasures and know that you walk with beauty all around you.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

MY NEW HAIR STYLIST

HAIR WASHING TIME.........

While trying to answer some email this morning, Ratty, whose real name is Rascal, decided to grab my head, pull it back, and wash my hair. Even when I tried to pull away, he pulled my head back and kept washing.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

THE NUTHATCHES

I have had a pair of nuthatches visiting this week. My, but they are fast! Add to it that many if not most digital cameras are really slow by the old SLR standards... anyway, the shots are not good but again, they are thru the front window, and this camera does not like telephoto adjustments... in order to keep the flash from going off, I have to use some setting that I don't understand. Oh, well... one of the shots is of the local wren, the rest are of the nuthatch - one goes to the "cage" feeder, the other to the longest feeder, but I was never able to get them both at the same time. See camera too slow comment above...
The other pics are of the nuthatches, but you really have to know what they look like in order to tell. The pic above (#1) is the only one where the markings are clearly identifiable. The wren is clearly brown (#2)
Looks like somebody has been bird watching instead of doing their work, doesn't it? OK, shame on me.
And to all my fellow bloggers, I have been reading - I just have not had time to do any comments... this computer has gotten so slow, it is not funny... and I have been so busy - ditto!

Friday, September 14, 2007

ONE OF MY EXCUSES

Last Sunday, my neighbor dumped a ton of wood chips, I can't exactly say mulch, out at the end of my turn-around. He just got a chipper, and these were his practice pieces. They are too coarse to use as mulch, but are great for filling in some places back on the trail where the tree roots have started presenting a problem for the mower or people walking thru there. I spent several hours scooping chips into a wheel barrow (my big one has a flat tire) and got the pile down a ways. I also hurt my back - duh - but I am resigned to the fact that I will never learn because I will always think I can... I think I can, I think I can... which beats whining because I can't. Doesn't it??? So, on Wednesday, I gave myself a birthday present, a few days early, but what the heck... I bought a cart to go with my new Deere. On Friday, I did serious damage to the pile of mulch! Ah, yes, that is a snow shovel. Since we seldom have snow, I have found lots of uses for the snow shovel. Scooping mulch or wood chips is just one of them. Lots faster and lighter weight than a regular shovel!

Ahhhh, almost done. But then, so is my back. The little pile left can wait or I won't be able to walk. Gotta keep movin'! At least most of it is some place else and the big pile is gone before it rains tonight. Inshallah! I hope Rachael gets some rain, too. They say this will be the remnants of Humberto. Well, I don't care if it is Humberto, Pedro or Cheech and Chong, just as long as it is rain. Amen.

I do hope to get back on and answer your blogs... I have been reading them... kind of hit and miss... just haven't had any real uninterrupted time to answer. Thanks, ya'all for your patience. Now I gotta run to the store, bank and vet's and PO. I think we are going to have to eat out tonight... sure is lookin that way!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

I-O, I-O, I KNOW, I KNOW

My friends....
I know I owe a lot of you answers to emails, etc.......... I really am not ignoring you, tho it does seem that way - I have been and am VERY BUSY right now. Kind of almost over-whelmed with STUFF - responsibilities at home, class work, papers to write, tests to take, family health issues keeping me up all hours, and the list goes on. I won't even mention grass that is not cut, weeds that have become permanent residents, and other things too numerous to mention. So, this is my apology......... I promise I will do better as soon as I can.
It is 8:30 AM - so far I have dinner in the crock pot (BBQ chicken), the gardens have been watered (Gabrielle stood us up), been to the ga$ $tation to get ga$ for the van and mower (wishful thinking), cleaned out 2 birdfeeders and refilled them - we got to Sam's (65 miles north) on Sunday and I got 2 boxes of the birds favorite seed - if you have never tried it - DO IT! Your birds will love you forever (and we won't even mention the squirrels), the animals have had their meds, clean water, food, birdbath scraped and refilled (Spook prefers this water to his bowl, yuck! so I try to keep the algae level down), van cleaned out, extra bird seed put away, trash out by the curb, kitty boxes cleaned out, dishes done, bed made, storm windows back down - today will be in the 90s... the A/C was already running when I got up at 4:30... I need to run the vac before I take my godson grocery shopping at 9:30... lets see, what did I forget? Well, I guess that is not too bad for an old lady. I will be 64 next week... where did the time go? But, as long as my wheelchair stays out in the barn, I am happy.
Just so I have time to get a shower before I go to church at noon.......
So, be patient with me. I have not forgotten you - I just do not have any time to read your blogs or answer you all right now. My apologies. Thanks!!!!

Friday, September 07, 2007

PUNKIN & PUMPKIN

AND HONEYSUCKLE.........

I picked a Pumpkin for one of my little ones... his plants have not produced any pumpkins, just flowers. He, "Bob," is almost 4 years old and I gave him a few pumpkin plants earlier this year but so far, he has not gotten any pumpkins. So, I thought I should share. Punkin thought it was a great idea. But he still prefers the honeysuckle. Oh well.

Friday, August 31, 2007

END OF AUGUST GARDEN

I cannot believe September is almost here. What a busy month it has been. The veggie garden has slowed down or dried up. The corn was a disaster as we went on vacation and it did not get watered for 10 days. If you like half ears of corn, then we had just the product for you! The tomatoes are still going strong, lucky me. Otherwise, not much is happening unless you want a pumpkin. One of my Crape Myrtle trees has bloomed this year for the first time even tho it was planted at the same time as this one. It never got enough sun before. I had the big gum trees cut down and then someone accidentally cut the Crape Myrtle to the ground and it miraculously came back up. I thouight it was a goner. The fall blooming azaleas have just started.
And my friend Bobbie gave me a whole bunch of treasures! I dearly love Strobilanthes. So does St Francis. And dark coleus. Unusual coleus, and Impatiens. I haven't planted any impatiens for a couple of years. Throw in a few geraniums, some begonias...
Did you know honeysuckle blooms again if you cut it down after the first June blooming? Punkin just loves the smell of honeysuckle. "He like ta fell out, it smelled so good!" And the pansy is still blooming away! I do hope you enjoyed visiting my yard. Anytime you want to help pull some weeds or grass, please feel free to do so!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

REDNECK GARDENERS

I stumbled upon this link this morning and laughed myself silly! There are LOADS of wonderful ideas here for sprucing up things in your yard. http://faq.gardenweb.com/faq/lists/midatl/2004081411012463.html.
I haven't decided which one is my favorite yet. Let me know yours?!?!?!?!
For a moment, I thought it might be fun to see some pictures of some of these... then I realized I had been spared. Aren't you lucky?

Sunday, August 26, 2007

FIRSTS

Remember your first FIRSTS?
Grandchildren are great for reminding us of the simple pleasures in life, the joy of FIRSTS.
Remember your first day of First Grade? Your first time on a bike???? I think I can.............. YES!!! LOOK AT ME GOOOOOOOOOOO!

How about your first sandcastle?

Or even your first day at the beach?

It is so easy as we get older to forget those simple pleasures, those first joys of discovery. As I enter my old age, I must remember to find joy in life's simple things, the flowers that bloom in their season, the cat rolling over to show me how cute he is, the honk of the geese as they fly to a new pond.
I remember how temporary everything is and am grateful for the moment.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

BIRTHDAY ADVICE

A friend sent this to me this morning........ Lots of good advice here. Since a very good friend of mine just turned 60, (I did that a few years ago) I thought I would pass this along to her and anyone else who might need a nudge!

Life is Good, by Regina Brett

To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolls over to 50 this week, so here's an update:

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Life is too short for long pity parties. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
17. You can get through anything if you stay put in today.
18. A writer writes. If you want to be a writer, write.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over-prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. ....Stay in touch.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood. Make it memorable.
38. Read some good books. They cover every human emotion.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
41. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
42. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
43. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
44. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
45. The best is yet to come.
46. No matter how you feel, get up, get dressed, and show up.
47. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
48. If you don't ask, you don't get.
49. Yield.
50. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BOBBIE

A BIRTHDAY PANSY. This pansy is almost year old, almost unheard of... It was probably a birthday present from Bobbie last September. And now it is here to say, Happy Birthday, Bobbie!

Friday, August 10, 2007

POSSUM SEX or "here goes my kid friendly rating."

Possum sex!
I am always amazed at the folk lore that somehow stays alive in spite of the education available today… the things we believe that somebody made up long ago to cover up their ignorance because they were afraid to admit, “I don’t know!” Sometimes these things are called old wife’s tales, probably by an old man who had no idea about something so he blamed the story he made up on his “old” wife.

I am also amazed at the responses and questions I always get about possums. The poor babies have been blamed for so many things that they have never done, cannot do, are not capable of doing… but I have never been asked about their sex lives before. The question put to me in a comment on an earlier post was, “How do possums breed?” My answer - With a lot of noise and absolutely no commitment - much like a lot of kids today, sadly! I have never actually "seen" it, but I have seen the results. Sometime after we tried to release PITA, she went in season, and came home badly chewed and battered. She was so badly hurt, we were unable to re-release her... but she was indeed pregnant. I had never thought much about the sex life of possums before our possum specialist vet told us we would have to have her spayed if we wanted to keep her alive. So, that was when I did some research, since an ordinary vet is normally unable to neuter a possum. Seems they have 2 sets of equipment, and boy possums have a double, or forked, penis. Double the pleasure or double the trouble, I don't know which it is... Anyway, immediately after copulation, the little boy possum moves on looking for his next meal and conquest. The new mama starts looking for a nesting site as she will give birth in less than 2 weeks, sort of... you see, along with having 2 vaginal canals, etc, she also gives birth twice, sorta.
From http://www.wildliferescueleague.org/report/opossum.html:
“The opossum gives birth to 16-20 (often more) babies, only 12-13 days after mating - the shortest gestation period of any North American mammal. Newborn opossums are about the size of a grain of rice. They cannot see, but will scramble from their birthplace under their mother's tail, and wriggle across her hairy belly to the safety of her pouch. Most do not survive the journey, as the youngsters must find a nipple, and there are only 13 nipples. Neonates who do not locate a nipple will perish - each infant opossum must attach itself to one of her nipples.
After just 1 week of suckling, the babies triple their size. In 1 week the birth weight increases ten times. After about 60 to 70 days in the pouch, the youngsters' eyes finally open, they have some control of their body temperatures, and they have grown to the size of a white-footed mouse, weighing about an ounce. At this time they occasionally release their hold on the nipple. Soon they will venture out of the pouch. When they reach 75 to 85 days of age, they are weaned and seldom go back in the pouch. They will stay with their mother until they are about 3 to 4 months old.”
The best account of their reproduction cycle can be found at http://www.opossumsocietyus.org/opossum_reproduction_and_life_cycle.htm, which includes lots of great pictures. I really recommend this site. It also included the folktale about how possum’s have sex.
I was curious what prompted this question and then found out it came from an old “mans” tale, since no wife would have made this up, that goes like this. Maybe we can blame it on Capt John Smith…
Captain John Smith, an early explorer of the Chesapeake Bay, described the opossum as a creature with "an head like a swine, and a taile like a rat, and is of the bignes of a cat." In regards to the female's pouch, he wrote "Under her belly she hath a bagge, wherein she lodgeth, carrieth, and sucketh her young." European naturalists were at a loss for how to classify this new creature. They explained the opossum as being half fox, half monkey and gave it the Latin name Simia vulpa (SimianMonkey, Vulpes-Fox).
These early explorers and naturalists were even more at a loss regarding the opossum's reproductive nature. The penis of the male opossum is bifurcated or forked. This, combined with the female opossum's prenatal habit of licking her belly, nipples and pouch area, led to the folktale that in reproducing, the male and female have sex through the female's nose and she then blows the young into her pouch. Later, it was discovered that the females have a bifurcated reproductive track and all the preening is done to create a moist warm pathway for the newborns to follow. This is from http://www.audubon.org/chapter/md/md/native_wildlife.htm.

What’s worse is, this same afternoon, as I was sitting in a class after a lecture, visiting with some friends, one of the women said she told her husband she wanted a “nose job.” I had just taken a sip of my Starbucks… I doubt the stains will ever come out. I am so glad I did not have to explain my reaction. I was totally speechless.
I am so glad I didn’t spray anyone else.
I know, I am pitiful.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

GOT SNOW????? NO?????

THINK SNOW!!!!!!!!!!
I have been told that I have a sick sense of humor, and that may be so. I also have a cat who complains terribly when it is too cold, too windy, too rainy... and now he is complaining that it is too hot. Yesterday the temps broke 100 degrees here as they did in so many other places. Today, I managed to cut the grass since it was only 90. No, I did not use the walk behind - I sat on the Deere and tooled around Possum Lane just like I had good sense. I was soaked when I came in, and covered with dust. It has not rained for a while more than a tenth of an inch or so. I took a picture of the mower's barn before it got to its peak yesterday, and decided to put it on with another picture of the same barn, same thermometer. And a complaining cat. Some folks are just never satisfied!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

GOT BOAT?


To be honest, I have learned to value, well, not boredom exactly, but quiet, uneventful days and nights. I guess I never was one for a whole lot of excitement. And in my old age, I have learned the value of, well, boredom, or what passes for boredom for “other” people. Consequently, minor “disruptions” become events sometimes, and as long as no one gets hurt, it is OK.
I have always wanted a boat, sorta. Not enough to buy one, mind you, but if you have one and ask me to go out in it, just give me a minute to shut down the computer and I will be right there. Unless it is to go fishing, I can’t stand to kill anything with the exception of mosquitoes, fleas and TICKS! And I am working on making my peace with them…
They say possession is some important number of the law… guess it depends on what you are possessing, right? But we won’t get into that on this blog. Anyway, I briefly was in possession of a boat over the week-end. Just as we were about to sit down to dinner, a van pulled in my drive with a very upset young woman wrapped in a towel telling me something about a boat in my yard. Boat? In MY yard? What boat?
Long and short of it is – her husband’s boat popped off the hitch and came up into my yard! Now, I have 4 acres, and I know that is an area, not a length, but they are made up of about 8 lots side by side. That is a lot of roadside footage – lots of room to bounce a boat up out of the road and into my yard if that is what you decided to do. What I don’t understand is, this is the second something that has popped its hitch this month out front here. Neither trailer had any other means of securing it behind the truck other than being placed over the ball on the trailer hitch. Now, c’mon! Even I know better! It is a bumpy turtle back road out here! And this boat did not even have a strap on it! Geeeeeeeeeez! Did I mention the bald tires?

By the time I got back in the house to grab my camera, the husband had his truck up over the bank and was ONE INCH away from my baby trees trying to get his boat hitched back up. His wife and I stood and yelled and I held branches back out of the way as he maneuvered the truck and boat down off the bank and into the road. I could just see it falling off into the road.
Fortunately, it did not. The only victim was my bank and drainage ditch and some grass. Maybe his ego, I am not sure. He did not seem too happy about things, but then, I guess I would have been too embarrassed to be happy, too.
I had to be happy it did not hit one of our vehicles or anyone visiting and parked in our turn around – or go off into a vehicle on the other side of the road, injuring someone – or worse.

The GARDEN OF LIFE

A friend sent me this, I thought I would share it with you. You have probably seen it before, but it is one of those things that - well, it doesn't hurt to see it every now and again. Right?

FOR THE GARDEN OF YOUR DAILY LIVING,
PLANT THREE ROWS OF PEAS:
1. Peace of mind 2. Peace of heart 3. Peace of soul
PLANT FOUR ROWS OF SQUASH:
1. Squash gossip 2. Squash indifference 3. Squash grumbling 4. Squash selfishness
PLANT FOUR ROWS OF LETTUCE:
1. Lettuce be faithful 2. Lettuce be kind 3. Lettuce be patient 4. Lettuce really love one another
NO GARDEN SHOULD BE WITHOUT TURNIPS:
1. Turnip for meetings 2. Turnip for service 3. Turnip to help one another
TO CONCLUDE OUR GARDEN WE MUST HAVE THYME:
1. Thyme for each other 2. Thyme for family 3. Thyme for friends
WATER FREELY WITH PATIENCE AND CULTIVATE WITH LOVE. THERE IS MUCH FRUIT IN YOUR GARDEN BECAUSE YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW. NOT BAD,HUH?!

Friday, August 03, 2007

TAKE TIME TO SMELL THE ROSES, or whatever.

And if you do not have any roses near by, well, go for the next best thing.

This is one of my favorite pictures of one of my favorite critters. This is PITA, world's most awesome possum. Who wouldda ever believed I could fall in love with a possum? But, there she is. Just thought I would share her with you since I have had so many questions from so many people lately who weren't around this site last year when I did the PITA story - see, ummmmmm, July 4th????? last year. Now you know she is cute!

This is the picture I wanted to use on my profile but I have never figured out how to do that. Maybe somebody will help me do that someday.

Sadly many people do not think of possums as "cute" - well, OK, maybe it is an acquired appreciation, but consider this - possums do not get rabies. They do not dig burrows, they do not chew their way into your house. They might go in once some other critter has made a hole, but they will not do the original damage. They do eat a lot of things, maybe even your dog or cat food if you leave it out, but here is what they enjoy the most - insects, especially crickets, grubs, (of course PITA would only eat grubs after we had washed them and promised her some raspberry yogurt for dessert, but that is beside the point - we are talking truly wild possums here, not spoiled rotten possums) SNAKES - yes, possums eat snakes, even the poisonous variety.


I went back to my posting from a year ago http://possumlane.blogspot.com/2006/07/awesome-possum.html and copied this info, in case you are interested.


Here are some links you might want to check out -Links: http://www.opossum.org/ - the BEST site for any possum info you might ever need, includes excellent on and off site links to your possum questions or needs.Another good site is http://www.opossumsocietyus.org/. It has many links but not as much in depth info as the site above. (Just my opinion, folks)Nice info but nothing to help with injured or orphaned possums - http://www.wildliferescueleague.org/report/opossum.html.This 3rd link did include the following:The opossum is omnivorous, feeding upon almost anything that it can find or catch: rats, mice, moles, slugs, snails, shrews, worms, beetles, ants, grasshoppers, crickets, frogs, garbage, fruit (especially persimmons), corns, berries, and even road kill. That habit gets about 8.3 million opossums killed a year. An opossum seeing an object on a road during the night may believe it to be road kill, and may either freeze in the headlight of a car, or try to run away. As opossums run very slowly, they often get killed. Opossums also enjoy eating snakes, and will kill and eat all snakes including poisonous ones. They are immune to the snake venom, and relish copperhead, water moccasins, rattlesnakes, and others. Again, my opinion, the headlights probably blind the poor creature, so he/she just stands there and… well, around here, half the drivers I know will steer right for the poor thing.
Another pic - one I did not use last year, mostly because it is not a great picture in terms of resolution... probably one of my Mickey Mouse disposable cameras... Always keep your best side to the camera I always say. Hmmmm, I could have called this a "Possum Tail Tale"... nah, I will just say, the end.