Holiday is a "round-tuit" day
edited to add link to photos, since linking photos from flickr is still not working for me.
Anybody know a white flower that blooms in January? Reminds me of anemone, but it's very low to the ground.
It is my whimsy to make any Friday the 13th I encounter a holiday, when I can. (I set no store for or against superstition; it's just self-indulgence. Like a blue moon. I mean, most holidays are not breaks for the person doing the cooking and cleaning, right?). Today was such a can-day, a day to do things I normally don't make time to do.
Apparently "holiday" for me means catching up on my financial records; rescuing the honeysuckle trellis from the morass it had become and re-setting the trellis; turning the compost pile (!); taking pictures of winter blooms (yes, I have some crazy plant *blooming* in the back yard, no, I don't know what it is; and now curling up under a blankie in my chilly living room with popcorn and a contented cat.
Hopefully the honeysuckle will survive. I'm told they're hard to kill. This is a good thing, because first I broke a lot of vines getting the trellis free; then I cut away anything dead; then I cut away anything broken or damaged, and then I ruthlessly removed anything that looked sick or mildewed, because by then I'd seen quite a bit of powdery mildew (which I should have expected; the bulk of it lay on the ground all fall and early winter). There wasn't much honeysuckle *left* by the time I got finished. Between that and the rest of the flower bed, I mostly filled the yard cart.
The compost was soggy and heavy and stinky. I have not gotten the mix right in the new house yet. Ver annoying. I did put a partial cover over the center of the pile this time. That should prevent drowning the good bugs. Found a huge worm under the soil near the pile -- an excellent sign, given that the area was bone-dry barren before I put the pile down.
Couldn't have asked for a nicer day. it was cold -- I don't think the edges of the pond ever thawed -- but it was sunny and still, and a bluejay checked my work while the cats balefully supervised from behind glass. My back will eventually recover.
There may be pictures later. Or I may just sit here and enjoy the sunset through the west-facing windows.
Anybody know a white flower that blooms in January? Reminds me of anemone, but it's very low to the ground.
It is my whimsy to make any Friday the 13th I encounter a holiday, when I can. (I set no store for or against superstition; it's just self-indulgence. Like a blue moon. I mean, most holidays are not breaks for the person doing the cooking and cleaning, right?). Today was such a can-day, a day to do things I normally don't make time to do.
Apparently "holiday" for me means catching up on my financial records; rescuing the honeysuckle trellis from the morass it had become and re-setting the trellis; turning the compost pile (!); taking pictures of winter blooms (yes, I have some crazy plant *blooming* in the back yard, no, I don't know what it is; and now curling up under a blankie in my chilly living room with popcorn and a contented cat.
Hopefully the honeysuckle will survive. I'm told they're hard to kill. This is a good thing, because first I broke a lot of vines getting the trellis free; then I cut away anything dead; then I cut away anything broken or damaged, and then I ruthlessly removed anything that looked sick or mildewed, because by then I'd seen quite a bit of powdery mildew (which I should have expected; the bulk of it lay on the ground all fall and early winter). There wasn't much honeysuckle *left* by the time I got finished. Between that and the rest of the flower bed, I mostly filled the yard cart.
The compost was soggy and heavy and stinky. I have not gotten the mix right in the new house yet. Ver annoying. I did put a partial cover over the center of the pile this time. That should prevent drowning the good bugs. Found a huge worm under the soil near the pile -- an excellent sign, given that the area was bone-dry barren before I put the pile down.
Couldn't have asked for a nicer day. it was cold -- I don't think the edges of the pond ever thawed -- but it was sunny and still, and a bluejay checked my work while the cats balefully supervised from behind glass. My back will eventually recover.
There may be pictures later. Or I may just sit here and enjoy the sunset through the west-facing windows.