Well it seems we are having our April showers
finally. I am trying to look on the bright side in
that all this rain will most likely be of benefit to
the water table and needed this summer.
The early blooms are being pounded off though
and that is a disappointment. About all of the
Rhododendron blooms are knocked off and the early
blooming roses just look miserable now and all the
flowers are hanging their heads all but the Columbines
which have nodding blooms anyway.
The grass in the lawn is loving all this rain and growing
like the weeds that it is made up of.
A huge, heavy limb came off of a tree in the woods
yesterday and where did it land ?
You got it right in a section of the woodland bed
crunching the Oreo Iris, achillea, echinacea,
hydrangea and the Blue Fortune agastache.
No One Touches My Oreo!
Be it cookie or flower.
So crazy woman goes out and tries dragging it out.
Seeing crunched flowers can really tick you off and give
you that adrenaline rush you need to drag huge limbs.
Well a touch of old Taurus bull headedness, thrown in with
a little Irish and German blood helps too.
So much careful tugging, lifting, dragging and a whole
lot of mumbling under my breath
(the neighbors don’t need to hear my nice words or hear
me talking to a limb, they already wonder about all of
this camera shooting anyway and a certain gold gnome)
I got the monster limb off of the flowers
and even got it down over the hillside to lay beside a
Did you know you can really get some good momentum
going down over a hillside even dragging a monster limb
behind you? Even sliding out of the sandals that you
jumped into on the way out the door to inspect said limb
which had the nerve to fall on your flowers.
Nope, nothing could have stopped my sliding down
over the hillside. Rocks, green briars, small tree limbs,
We all have saw the scene where the guy falls flat,
promptly jumps up and says “I’m alright!”
To be that spry would be a wonderful thing.
Do not fear the sandals made it through the downhill
slide and were retrieved on the way back up.
Reminded me of the time I laid the milk can down
while I was working on the same bed and it went rolling
down over the same hillside. I wasn’t worried because
I knew when got to the little gully at the end of the
yard it would get stopped.
Who knew a rolling milk can could roll so fast that
it would roll right up over that gully through the
green briers. Even screaming
”stop, stop you stupid can” did not slow it on its
final destination through the green briers over fallen
logs to the hollow below.
Did I forsake it and say "just stay in the hollow"?
Nope, it was the principle of the thing, so I drug that
stupid milk can back up through all of those obstacles,
huffing, puffing, gasping for air and moved it to a level
part of the yard where the stupid thing could not move an
inch. Satisfied I had beaten the runaway milk can I then
go into the house and doctor the scratches.
Hey, the milk can was fine and came through it all
with out any noticeable big scratches or dents.
And today out front the sound of shredders, saws
and machinery are blasting even in the rain.
Now, where were those Aspaugh tree trimmers at
yesterday when I could have bribed them to get the
limb for me?
Always ‘a day late and a dollar short’ as the old
I kid you not !
They are trimming the trees away from the electric
lines in front of the house so limbs, sticks and wet
leaves are flying and falling all over the front yard.
Wonder if they will clean up after themselves and rake
all those wet leaves up?
No, I don’t think so either.
Happy Gardening Anyway!
Until Next Time,