Gardenin'

Well, finally some sunshine! Planted 12 cabbage plants today - in the pool bed - 6 early, 6 late.

My cold little garden has been shivering but finally seeds are germinating. One of my worries now is to keep the quail from dining on the buffet of fresh peas - they like the plants at about 2" - just walk along the row and gulp them down.

Fixed the neighborhood cats! Put chicken wire down on all the beds. The die hards walk thru the beds but can't dig.

Have a lot more I could plant but where does the time go? Monday we are going to buy pepper and tomato plants. I seed my zucchini, spaghetti squash and hubbarb squash, broccoli, etc.

Happy gardening!

This picture was taken from the base camp (in Tibet) of Everest and the Himalayas.

I don't think I've ever seen such a beautiful night shot.

(I am using it as a header at a mountain too high.)

No more garden clogs - I need running shoes in the garden. We have large evergreens across the back of the yard - full of protective Mama and Papa birds. Today, I crouched low to take the hose to the further most corner of the garden - seems the rhubarb is always missed when watering.

Scram, swoosh! Get out. Screech, screech! I nearly wet my pants - no kidding and the birds weren't kidding either! I dropped the hose and "clogged" as fast as I could out of their territory - well, my territory but a mute point at that stage. Anyway, they don't bother my man so he will do battle with them and the rhubarb tomorrow.

Q: What is the most common remark made by 60+ year olds when they enter antique stores?
A: 'Gosh, I remember these.'

We may not be quite this bad but someday I am in PJ's a bit longer than socially acceptable - anyway, this cartoon made me laugh.

One day a salesman rang and I told him couldn't talk as was in the shower - really, I was in my PJ's. Hope he didn't see my jammie top as I stood at the bathroom window chatting.

Actually, maybe I'm fashionable and don't know it. See young people around in public with their "name brand" jammie bottoms on.

Speaking of PJ's, I remember one Christmas my Mom made me new PJ's and my (Christmas present) doll a little nightie in matching fabric. I still have the little doll nightie - has roses with a kitten peaking out.

Click to enlarge cartoon.

Cat Fight

In all my years, I've never seen a cat fight - got a glimpse of one this morn. I woke up to a terrible wailing racket, howling, nails flying on the floor.

Separated by our glass patio door, were the two combatants - our 13 lb. Buddy and a small orange cat. It was scary and incredible to watch - I carried a broom and ventured into the war zone. Pretended to be opening the door, that little one outside defied me and my broom - defeated by a 4 lb. kitten:)