Haphazard and Unruly.
These summer days have turned hot and dry in Virginia. I’m wishing for rain; it’s too darn hot to go out and water my potted flowers.
I love these red sunflowers, but the germination rate has been poor.
Not long ago I was contacted by The American Horticulture Society – they had seen photos of my gardens on the internet and asked if they could use those images in their next bi-monthly publication. I was thrilled and said yes, although I don’t subscribe to that magazine, perhaps it is an article about what not to do in your garden. I’m laughing at this thought since I don’t follow garden rules and my gardens are haphazard unruly messes at best, never-the-less it is an honor.
The big chicks say it’s too hot to lay eggs and the littles haven’t started to lay yet. I’m so looking forward to getting my first blue or green egg. But, I don’t want them to grow up too fast, they are so darn cute and entertaining.
It has been a hard season of losses for our older flock. The fox seems to be on constant patrol for a fresh chicken dinner.
Stanley Roo has recovered from the great fox fight. Although he still walks crooked and bent over and his crowing voice is garbled. We’ve come to an understand, Stanley and I. He no longer attacks me and I no longer have to carry a broom. I’d like to think it is his way of showing his appreciation for my efforts so save him from his injuries. I tell him what a handsome rooster he is.
The vegetable garden looks like hell. I planted corn three different times and what I have to show for my efforts – just a few straggly pathetic stalks. The tomatoes are abundant but green and not really growing. The peppers are coming along. Slowly. The cucumbers are hidden among the weeds. At least I think they are in there, I’m scared to look too hard for them for fear I’ll grab a snake and not a cucumber.
I love coneflower no matter how many weeds surround it.
Living in a Construction Zone – POW POW POW
When the carpenters are here working, I wish they weren’t. The compressor and the air guns hum and pop loudly and break up my bliss. I am, however, so anxious to have this construction behind us. Sadly, it is a long way from being done. The piles and piles of lumber and other construction material are everywhere. EVERYWHERE. Last week the carpenters installed one of the windows in the wrong place. We were not home at the time, but my girlfriend was here, and she realized what they had done and had them correct it immediately. Thank goodness for her keen eye.
Maybe next summer we will be sitting on the back porch drinking lemonade.
Chasing dreams – you are never too old.
Father Cottage always wanted to travel. At 84 years young, he is away on his first out of the country trip. How awesome is that?
I thought I had given up on trying to sell my art-work, then a few months ago I was contacted by a lady that was getting ready to open up a new store. She wanted to know if I would be interested in having my creations in her store.
I gathered up a few of my earrings and necklaces and now they are in The Golden Fish, which officially opens tomorrow, in downtown Palmyra, if you are in the area, stop by.
Other Silly Dreams.
I had some signs made for The Cottage Roadside Stand.
Trying to sell fresh-cut flowers on the side of the road – what a crazy idea. But I keep trying.
Thank you for being here today.