Monday, April 27, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
When Cordelia heard the chicken next door she peered through the fence.
While the Chicken danced up and down. Hop. Hop. Hop.
And Cordelia forgot about the Chicken dancing. Especially when we told her how pretty she was.
The day the Chicken danced...
Sunday, April 19, 2015
They like the tinkle of wind chimes and the quiet and dirt sloshing into pots.
I don't have as many hanging baskets as I used to. I found they dry out too fast with a hot summer. Kind of a pain to keep up with. But I always do a few. Especially one with Rhodochiton ( Purple Bell Vine). Hard to find sometimes. My name is down at one of the local greenhouses to be called when a shipment comes in. ( Small town perk) In one basket I probably shove in about 22 little bedding plants. Maybe 23. Or 24. I tend to shake off dirt from the lower half , so they all fit.The more the merrier. Then use the accumulated soil for another pot or two.
(Reminds me I have to dig out the compost. )
This year, my neighbours invited me to plant a few things in their veggie patch. Fun Fun Fun. They had already planted potatoes. They grow like wildfire on top of this hill, with the sun beating down, and the deer poop. Great fertilizer. I popped in pumpkin seeds, cataloupe ( have no idea if they will grow, but will see), Purple Bush beans, and Velvet Sunflowers at the far back.
The cats snored away the afternoon, missing all the excitement.
I even buried some into hanging baskets, swaying in the greenhouse.
And Smokey and Spencer have finally woken up.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
The sun was higher that usual, she thought.
Two brothers greeted each other in the late afternoon sun.
Cordelia watched the cherry tree sway, and the Fiddleheads dance.
The greenhouse was stuffed to the gills with the plants. And flowers. Containers of dirt sat at the ready. Cordelia wrinkled her nose. Inside the greenhouse were garter snakes. She loved to hunt garter snakes. They slithered.
Ahhhhh. A flying snack, thought Cordelia. Too far away. Smokey shooed her off her Moai. He was watching the snack fly away. He too, liked flying snacks. Though the humans would often ply her and the the others with treats. To distract them, she thought. From the snacks that flew. Cordelia felt it was time to go home. To find her own humans. Tomorrow she would go to the greenhouse and search out the garter snakes that lived there. They would make a nice present for the humans of her kingdom.....