Mealy Bugs, La Dizzy and the Recent Wave of Ramonas
I have been strangely weak and dizzy lately, probably from sinus problems, but the result is that I must sit still for a little bit while I have gentle spins (and be waited on hand and foot, of course, but let's not dwell on that particular aspect or it may go away). One doctor gave me some head movements to do which didn't fix it.
In funner news: the pyracanthus is infested with mealybugs and is looking delightfully peaked these days. What is the remedy for mealybugs? Not that I want to cure that pyracanthus completely, but I don't really want to kill it or even make it very ill since that may diminish berry production for the beautiful mockingbirds that I love so much. But, oh, it's so piquant to see it under attack by...by forces that are not me and my chainsaw, for a change.
*snicker* Schadenfreude time.
That's the evil side, the one you don't know much about, my kittens, my angels; the Skwashy who dances tippy-toed in a towel, all rude and ill-behav'd.
Sigh. So how does one go about getting rid of mealybugs? I can't be bothered to spray regularly, as you know. Stop nagging. Anyway, I hate the idea of putting poison in my garden. Will frost kill them? Shall we just wait and see? That is the logical thing to do for someone of my lazy disposition, an armchair armchair gardener. It's all nice and theoretical, so let's just keep it that way.
In other gardening news, here is a list of the things I want to do this week:
1. Divide the daylillies,
2. Clean up, weed and mulch the north bed, and
3. Transplant Norma's other cafeteria shrub closer to the house where it will get more sun and, more importantly, will make me happy. To do this last job I must enlist poor tired Mrs. Skwashy, who has just returned from a week away from home. However, she is very strong and full of youthful pep and may have bounced back to normal by the weekend. Yeah, I like them young.
That should be enough for the moment, don't you think? We just ate a bushel of greens from the garden and have another bushel coming up, along with a ton of little miniature summer squashes (okay, not exactly a ton, just about a dozen) and the second wave of peas. The beans are blooming, and so are the useless tomato volunteers. Can one pickle green tomatoes? I have lots of dill.
And while we are on the subject, which we were not till just now, WHAT'S WITH ALL THE RAMONAS THESE DAYS? There's a Ramona (evilish) in "You Again," a Ramona (good/evil ratio unknown) in "Scott Pilgrim vs the World" and of course one (cute 'n goofy, not evil) in "Ramona and Beezus". Not that I am complaining; bring 'em on. Ramona is my first name so I am tickled to pieces. Just let the Ramona TRY to cancel out the Skwashy. Clash of the Titans! Tash of the Clitans! No no no. Sounding weird suddenly.
Remind me to tell you about the Monkey Tower sometime and also about feeding the ducks with Grandma Kay, since the duck pond was also the location of the mysterious Monkey Tower.
In funner news: the pyracanthus is infested with mealybugs and is looking delightfully peaked these days. What is the remedy for mealybugs? Not that I want to cure that pyracanthus completely, but I don't really want to kill it or even make it very ill since that may diminish berry production for the beautiful mockingbirds that I love so much. But, oh, it's so piquant to see it under attack by...by forces that are not me and my chainsaw, for a change.
*snicker* Schadenfreude time.
That's the evil side, the one you don't know much about, my kittens, my angels; the Skwashy who dances tippy-toed in a towel, all rude and ill-behav'd.
Sigh. So how does one go about getting rid of mealybugs? I can't be bothered to spray regularly, as you know. Stop nagging. Anyway, I hate the idea of putting poison in my garden. Will frost kill them? Shall we just wait and see? That is the logical thing to do for someone of my lazy disposition, an armchair armchair gardener. It's all nice and theoretical, so let's just keep it that way.
In other gardening news, here is a list of the things I want to do this week:
1. Divide the daylillies,
2. Clean up, weed and mulch the north bed, and
3. Transplant Norma's other cafeteria shrub closer to the house where it will get more sun and, more importantly, will make me happy. To do this last job I must enlist poor tired Mrs. Skwashy, who has just returned from a week away from home. However, she is very strong and full of youthful pep and may have bounced back to normal by the weekend. Yeah, I like them young.
That should be enough for the moment, don't you think? We just ate a bushel of greens from the garden and have another bushel coming up, along with a ton of little miniature summer squashes (okay, not exactly a ton, just about a dozen) and the second wave of peas. The beans are blooming, and so are the useless tomato volunteers. Can one pickle green tomatoes? I have lots of dill.
And while we are on the subject, which we were not till just now, WHAT'S WITH ALL THE RAMONAS THESE DAYS? There's a Ramona (evilish) in "You Again," a Ramona (good/evil ratio unknown) in "Scott Pilgrim vs the World" and of course one (cute 'n goofy, not evil) in "Ramona and Beezus". Not that I am complaining; bring 'em on. Ramona is my first name so I am tickled to pieces. Just let the Ramona TRY to cancel out the Skwashy. Clash of the Titans! Tash of the Clitans! No no no. Sounding weird suddenly.
Remind me to tell you about the Monkey Tower sometime and also about feeding the ducks with Grandma Kay, since the duck pond was also the location of the mysterious Monkey Tower.