You can tell life is good when the entries are more bland than usual.
Ai yai yai. It is SO hot. Well, not really, but I think traveling into warm weather and then coming back to our cool coastal summer temperatures has made my own personal feminine thermostat fluctuate in a hoydenish and unreasonable way.
Well, back in the garden where it is cool and lovely: the lovely cool wind dried everything out yesterday. I have one anchusa which is particularly vulnerable to drought and it dies regularly. It can be revived with water, it seems, but it looks a little worse each time AND it's now full of holes. I can't find what is eating it; probably caterpillars since we have a booming crop of them this year for some reason. Yep, we're runnin' six, seven thousand head of caterpillar here at Rancho Escuachi. All the buddleias are maimed and horrible-looking and even the frankly malodorous clerodendrum is being attacked. The funky stench of the leaves is no protection. The clerodendrum needs some of the Terrierist's breath ray; that would foil even the most determined and persistent caterpillar.
And the Terrierist was eating grass again this morning. *Sigh* The spotted tummy was not at all well. At least he is thoroughly housebroken and never vomits.
Blocks finished:
Centered Eyelet Diamonds
Almost finished:
Harebell Lace (it sounds like "hairball" doesn't it?)
Gracenotes
I believe in starting many many blocks at once and then just working the fun ones. Why not? What's the hurry anyway, I'd like to know.
Well, back in the garden where it is cool and lovely: the lovely cool wind dried everything out yesterday. I have one anchusa which is particularly vulnerable to drought and it dies regularly. It can be revived with water, it seems, but it looks a little worse each time AND it's now full of holes. I can't find what is eating it; probably caterpillars since we have a booming crop of them this year for some reason. Yep, we're runnin' six, seven thousand head of caterpillar here at Rancho Escuachi. All the buddleias are maimed and horrible-looking and even the frankly malodorous clerodendrum is being attacked. The funky stench of the leaves is no protection. The clerodendrum needs some of the Terrierist's breath ray; that would foil even the most determined and persistent caterpillar.
And the Terrierist was eating grass again this morning. *Sigh* The spotted tummy was not at all well. At least he is thoroughly housebroken and never vomits.
Blocks finished:
Centered Eyelet Diamonds
Almost finished:
Harebell Lace (it sounds like "hairball" doesn't it?)
Gracenotes
I believe in starting many many blocks at once and then just working the fun ones. Why not? What's the hurry anyway, I'd like to know.