1. Blogger keeps coming up with different ways to access my account. Now I have to log in via my never-used Google account. I can barely remember my bank PIN, never mind a million random, ever-changing passwords.
2. It’s gardening season. And yes, I am going to make you look at pictures.
Here’s the “pond”, also known as The Big Bowl Filled with Rocks and Water with Lizards on the Side.
The peony is being all high maintenance this year. She doesn’t approve of the container theme, which is Lots of Grasses that Frank Enjoys Eating.
The strawberry plant has produced three berries and I must patrol the area fourteen times per day to be sure that no birds interfere with them. They are so small I’m sure no bird could see them, unless that bird travels with a magnifying glass at the ready.
The scented geranium with weirdo daisy-like flower that I’m always trying to get Frank to sit next to in order to mask his unique Dog Who Enjoys Swimming odour.
Fancy grasses that the peony objects to on the grounds of “boringness” and that Frank treats like his own personal salad bar.
Raised Bed #1, also known as the most expensive, labour-intensive sustainability measure ever implemented. (It is located behind our house on a sort of cliff. Very convenient!) Contains scarlet runner beans, green beans, garlic, peppers, eggplant, radishes, carrots and quite a bit of dirt. Sponsors of this raised bed are James (carpenter/labourer) and Stephanie (dirt carrying cheerleader and forewoman).
Raised Bed #2. Containing a full range of lettuces, swiss chard, Italian parsley and spinach. A showpiece and source of excess self-esteem. Hence the close up…
The wee greenhouse that wobbles uncertainly on our hillside and that I stand in for long moments at a time because it makes me feel like a real gardener.
And finally, we are proud to introduce the newest member of our household, Chanticleer, Watch Chicken Extraordinaire! (See Canterbury Tales for more information.)
Now, back to our list of non-blogging excuses.
3. Francis had to have surgery for a lump on his leg last week. He’s made a tremendous recovery but feels that extra decorative grass consumption is needed to speed his healing. He doesn’t care that the grass in question costs $12 per pot. He just wants you to know that.
4. Am finishing up the editing on my non-fiction that will be out next spring. I’ll write about that soon.
5. In a fabulous piece of news, my first novel for adults has just found a great home. Will also write about that when the time is right.
xox