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August 3, 2010

All is quiet on the home front.

I’m almost finished with my knitting project which has been in progress for over a month now.
Mostly working the same 20 rows or so but the end is in sight and then I’m back to my machine. Maybe.

Garden tour
here.



August 3, 2010

The time has come to dig up and move this Agapanthus that has lived by our front door since we moved here thousands of years ago.
The front yard isn’t what it used to be, a picket fenced, sun filled flower basket. It’s a secret shady
green room and an Agapanthus
has no business there. As with the
Mutabilis, I couldn’t imagine any
human being capable of actually digging it up and moving it but since witnessing that event, I 
now know anything can and will be
moved if I so decree it.
I’ve got the power. Not on
me, but near me. Living in the same house. 





















































No matter how many times I yank out this Nasturtium, without my  noticing, it creeps back in and depending on how you look at it, 
can seem either threatening to strangle that poor Buddha who is losing it’s head,or gently
embracing him.  

I’m not a hater. I like the
Nasturtium. I like that it
does it’s thing with no effort on 
my part other than yanking it out
when it gets too crazy. That’s my kind of plant.











































The newly planted bed in front of Buff Beauty is doing…not much.
The Lychnis hasn’t put on one
centimeter of growth and neither have the Scabiosa or the Peruvian Lily. I’m just happy they’re 
alive. Behind them, to the right
is a Pineapple Sage which has yet to flower this year, but since it’s real charm is the fragrance of pineapple in the leaves, the flowers are not that big a deal.











































As always, the critters come to the yard to loll about or hide as is the case with the critter above. After a romp in the ocean, it’s always best to hide as soon as one gets home or to look 
really threatening.

August 3, 2010

All is quiet on the home front.

I’m almost finished with my knitting project which has been in progress for over a month now.
Mostly working the same 20 rows or so but the end is in sight and then I’m back to my machine. Maybe.

Garden tour
here.



July 21, 2010

Wednesday

I think of myself as a very sensitive person. I’m sensitive to people, places…bees.
I watch for signs of disturbance. 

I am aware that I could be making it all up, that my sensitivity is most likely not connected to the world outside my own head. I’m not really picking up on someone’s feelings, just reacting to my own.
I can’t help it, there’s no place else to go. My head is the only place I can be.

Yesterday, when I looked out in the yard and realized Tearful had taken down a fence two days ago,and that I had walked by it several times and not noticed it was gone, my little world shifted.


It doesn’t take much.






 

July 21, 2010

Wednesday

I think of myself as a very sensitive person. I’m sensitive to people, places…bees.
I watch for signs of disturbance. 

I am aware that I could be making it all up, that my sensitivity is most likely not connected to the world outside my own head. I’m not really picking up on someone’s feelings, just reacting to my own.
I can’t help it, there’s no place else to go. My head is the only place I can be.

Yesterday, when I looked out in the yard and realized Tearful had taken down a fence two days ago,and that I had walked by it several times and not noticed it was gone, my little world shifted.


It doesn’t take much.






 

July 21, 2010

Wednesday

I think of myself as a very sensitive person. I’m sensitive to people, places…bees.
I watch for signs of disturbance. 

I am aware that I could be making it all up, that my sensitivity is most likely not connected to the world outside my own head. I’m not really picking up on someone’s feelings, just reacting to my own.
I can’t help it, there’s no place else to go. My head is the only place I can be.

Yesterday, when I looked out in the yard and realized Tearful had taken down a fence two days ago,and that I had walked by it several times and not noticed it was gone, my little world shifted.


It doesn’t take much.






 
July 19, 2010
Monday
The Mojo has returned.
We hit the nursery this weekend and tackled big projects. Projects that seemed too daunting to imagine are now crossed off the list, but there are always more.



The biggest one was cutting back and digging up the Mutabalis rose outside Em’s bedroom window.
I didn’t think it could be done without bloodshed as that rose doesn’t have thorns, it has talons and it will do you damage. Enter Tearful with chain saw.
Mutabalis has now been relocated
to the wine barrel in the back and though it has been severely cut back, I know it will recover.
In it’s place are apricot colored Foxgloves and pink Penstemmon with Santa Barbara Daisies. It has lightened and opened up that space and will be beautiful once it fills in.
Meanwhile…

Santa Barbara Daisies and Nasturtiums gone native in the back.

Sweet Peas…

 

Oregano…

Pots under the Maple disguising the gopher’s game of Dig up the Tulip bulbs.

Peruvian Lilys, Lychnis and Scabiosa.

































Buddha at the pond.




























Abutilon and succulent shoes.
































Grilla relocated.

































Gnome relocated.

























New Geranium.

New and favorite score
Ballerina Purple
Angel’s Trumpet. 
The Alien.
July 14, 2010
Wednesday

After almost a week of knitting and un-knitting the same four rows, I have finally devised a way to keep track of my stitches. I tried the life line method of threading a piece of yarn through a row as a safeguard, it did me no good. 
 I tried a being here now meditation method, speaking my stitches aloud and staying with the rhythm of the pattern, an intense focus, and still, I’d be short at the end of the row! 
I found my knitting to be just the same as practicing meditation. The monkey mind drifts, and though I can coax it back, I can’t be sure I did the proper yo sl1 psso1 yo while I was away.

I finally decided to mark my place in the pattern as I knit with a piece of thread and stop every 7 stitch pattern repeat and count to make sure I haven’t skipped.

Tedious but not AS tedious as ripping it all apart. 

And

Summer arrived today!

  

July 14, 2010
Wednesday

After almost a week of knitting and un-knitting the same four rows, I have finally devised a way to keep track of my stitches. I tried the life line method of threading a piece of yarn through a row as a safeguard, it did me no good. 
 I tried a being here now meditation method, speaking my stitches aloud and staying with the rhythm of the pattern, an intense focus, and still, I’d be short at the end of the row! 
I found my knitting to be just the same as practicing meditation. The monkey mind drifts, and though I can coax it back, I can’t be sure I did the proper yo sl1 psso1 yo while I was away.

I finally decided to mark my place in the pattern as I knit with a piece of thread and stop every 7 stitch pattern repeat and count to make sure I haven’t skipped.

Tedious but not AS tedious as ripping it all apart. 

And

Summer arrived today!

  

July 14, 2010
Wednesday

After almost a week of knitting and un-knitting the same four rows, I have finally devised a way to keep track of my stitches. I tried the life line method of threading a piece of yarn through a row as a safeguard, it did me no good. 
 I tried a being here now meditation method, speaking my stitches aloud and staying with the rhythm of the pattern, an intense focus, and still, I’d be short at the end of the row! 
I found my knitting to be just the same as practicing meditation. The monkey mind drifts, and though I can coax it back, I can’t be sure I did the proper yo sl1 psso1 yo while I was away.

I finally decided to mark my place in the pattern as I knit with a piece of thread and stop every 7 stitch pattern repeat and count to make sure I haven’t skipped.

Tedious but not AS tedious as ripping it all apart. 

And

Summer arrived today!

  

July 12, 2010 

Monday

It’s Monday.
What’s to be said?
The weekend lingers on the tip of my tongue, sweet and creamy.
I got Lu up and out for a walk this morning, not as easy as it sounds for either one of us. She got her beef jerky treat from the liquor store lady whom she is now deeply in love with and I got 
two Netflix movies and
the new New Yorker AND I got some pictures of the pretty gardens in town.

July 12, 2010 

Monday

It’s Monday.
What’s to be said?
The weekend lingers on the tip of my tongue, sweet and creamy.
I got Lu up and out for a walk this morning, not as easy as it sounds for either one of us. She got her beef jerky treat from the liquor store lady whom she is now deeply in love with and I got 
two Netflix movies and
the new New Yorker AND I got some pictures of the pretty gardens in town.