Gardens and Groundhogs

May 30, 2009

Before we get to the garden photos, I want to share something that made me laugh.  As I mentioned in Mary’s comments in reference to her entry about spelling bees, I came across a doozy of a spelling error while looking over a paper written by a high school junior – “alls timers” for Alzheimer’s.  I just love that.

On to the garden gazing.  If these wild roses didn’t smell so delightful, I’d get rid of them because their sprawling growth tends to be rather riotous in an area that doesn’t work well for that.

This giant allium is my current pride and joy.


The huge purple globe amazes me every time I look at it, which I do quite often, from a rocking chair on the front porch.

The blooming iris are few but spectacular.

Last year, this plant didn’t bloom, and I had no idea what it was.  My Neighbor has informed me that it is called Jacob’s Ladder.  It’s probably something she gave me, because I know I didn’t buy it.

These coral bells are another donation from My Neighbor.

I planted this lupine a few weeks ago, and am very happy to see it come into bloom.


I’ve always wanted foxgloves, and am thrilled with this one, planted the same time as the lupine.

Does anyone know what this is?  I haven’t had a chance to ask My Neighbor.

All the news from my outdoor world is not as good as the fruits of my garden labor, thanks to a couple of dastardly groundhogs.  LA very thoughtfully sent me a tutorial on groundhog elimination that involves blocking tunnel entrances/exits.   Our groundhogs have tunnels that pop up all over My Neighbor’s yard, as well as mine.  I’ll have to talk to her about joining forces.   If all else fails, I might have to hire a hit man.

This pile of rocks under the rhododendron in my back yard (a loooooong time ago, it was part of an elaborate rock garden complete with lighted fountain) is now the portal to a tunnel.  My Neighbor calls it the Groundhog Condo.  Let the eviction process begin.

Song of the Day:  Garden Party by Ricky Nelson

Reading:  The Once and Future King by T.H. White

Yesterday, questioning of a rape suspect at the Sheriff’s headquarters turned into a three hour standoff.  The suspect grabbed a detective’s gun and fired.  The bullet grazed a detective’s head.  The suspect then barricaded himself in an unoccupied office.  About three hours later, he shot and killed himself.  Streets in the area were shut down for hours, and residents were evacuated.   This is the fifteenth shooting in My Little Town since the beginning of the year.  Fifteen shootings in less than five months.  I feel like I’m living in the Wild West.

In more pleasant news, I went on an architectural Art Deco walking Tour of Manhattan a couple of weeks ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it (although I most definitely did not enjoy the resulting pain).  We visited the Daily News building, the old GE building (it was like Oz inside) the Waldorf-Astoria, Rockefeller Center, and, my favorite, the Chrysler Building.

I had another positive experience last weekend when I attended a Reiki training session given by My Friend.  During the attunement, I was amazed to feel a powerful surge of energy flow through my fingers. This is some seriously cool stuff.

I’m running late on time, but before I go I want to wish Daniel a very Happy Birthday!

Song of the Day:  My Little Town by Simon & Garfunkel

Calamity Jane

May 16, 2009

Poor Rebecca has suffered one hardship after another since she moved.  For starters, her brand new GPS was stolen from the glove department of her car that was parked in the driveway of her new apartment her very first night there.  To add insult to injury, she realized a day later that her ipod had been stolen, as well.  Not only is this a monetary loss, but she had 5,000 songs on the mp3 player.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she called yesterday to tell me about her latest catastrophe.  Because their cable won’t be hooked up until Tuesday, Rebecca and Matt don’t have Internet service.  Rebecca had two papers due for school that needed to be emailed to her professors.  So, she went to the local library to use one of their computers.

She began with four handwritten pages.  After heavy revisions and additions, she ended up with eleven typed pages and was ready to email them.  Suddenly, a message popped up on the monitor announcing that the computer would shut down in ten seconds.  Rebecca watched in horror as all her hard work disappeared.

In tears, she sought help from a librarian.   The woman logged Rebecca back on, but her work was gone.  (Many public computers have programs that wipe everything out upon shut down.)  Rebecca asked why the computer would turn itself off after only fifty minutes, when each person is supposed to get an hour.  The librarian then told Rebecca that a couple of the computers shut themselves off sooner than they are supposed to.  Ummm, wouldn’t you think that it might be a good idea to put notes on those malfunctioning computers to alert the users that they only have fifty minutes instead of sixty?

I feel so sorry for my daughter.  Good thoughts and positive energy sent her way would be greatly appreciated.

As for my other daughter, I took a personal day yesterday so her father and I could help Leigh move out of her dorm and back home for the summer.  The two hour drive (each way) was quite pleasant, thanks to the nice weather and pretty scenery.   Today, on the other hand, doesn’t look like it will turn out to be so good.  I woke up with a super duper headache.

As luck would have it, I have an appointment with my hairdresser.  I really don’t feel like going.   Besides the aching head, my hair hasn’t yet recovered from the scalping it suffered in April.

I’d reschedule for next weekend, but have other plans for Saturday, so I’ll have to keep this appointment.  Oh well.  I guess I could use a little color touch-up.

Have a good weekend.

Song of the Day:   The Calamity by Trivium

Reading:  An American Childhood by Annie Dillard

Today is going to be pretty low-key.  Leigh is still away at college, and Rebecca is getting ready to move on Tuesday.   To add insult to injury, she’s taking my new “grandson” with her.  Meet Dexter the adorable corgi.

Rebecca will be taking a break from her packing to spend some time with me this afternoon.  I invited my mother over for lunch (salmon and pasta salad), and Becca will be joining us.   It’s kind of sad to be bidding my daughter a fond farewell on Mother’s Day.   The sting is lessened, however, because she’ll still be around for a while.  She’s going to come back twice a week for summer and fall classes at a local SUNY school.   There’s nothing comparable in the area she’s moving to, so she decided to commute until she completes her Bachelor’s degree.  I don’t know what she’s going to do about her Master’s, but I’m sure she’ll work something out.

I’m amazed at how quickly Becca and Matt were able to put this move together.  At first, it looked like it was going to be difficult to find a decent apartment, especially one that allows pets.    They were very disheartened after looking at one unsatisfactory place after another.   But then fortune smiled upon them, and they found an apartment they really like.  I hope they will be very happy there.

Goodbye and good luck, my dear daughter!  (Becca is in the front of the photo.)

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mother’s out there.

Song of the Day:  So Long, Farewell from The Sound of Music

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