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April 20, 2010
I finally gave in and bought plants this weekend.  Not just my vegies but flowers for the window boxes and sweet peas which I have not been successful at growing from seed for some years now. Don’t know if it’s where I’ve been planting or if it’s some other issue like maybe I forget to water them.  This year will tell.
The bed above has a volunteer rose.  Not a bud on it yet but I’ll give it some time. Meanwhile I planted lemon basil, parsley, and a fresno pepper along with a sweet pea in the center to grow up to the church house.

































I planted the tomato in this bed by the fence which doesn’t get as much sun as last year’s tomato bed. I bought a Siberian tomato which does best in cooler climates and maybe I can manage it better than I did last year when the tomato turned into a tree. Also in this bed, several varieties of lettuce and some cilantro and a cauliflower!  





































The Lair Bed 
was attended to this weekend by the ever popular Tearful.  Not only can he make the best pizza in the world but he’s monster strong as well as heavily armed. Do Not Mess with him.

He pulled out a giant fort night lily bush that I thought we’d need a crane to get rid of.  A beautiful plant but one that got “away” from me like so many have and then they get threatening and scary and I have to call in the big guns.  He also removed the bamboo from this bed and it now lives in the oak barrel (previous picture)along with some volunteer Jupiter’s Beard and Allysum.  We have some lovely weeds.
It’s raining today and probably tomorrow which gives my back some much needed rest. I’ve been very very good about not overdoing but I am easily drawn in to do just one more thing which turns into three more and so on until the entire day has gone by. My favorite way to spend a day! 

April 15, 2010

Paper and digital collage

A break from stitching. I’ve been bit by the bug again. While the sun shines and the wind blows and the weeds grow. 
I am stitching bugs.

April 15, 2010

Paper and digital collage

A break from stitching. I’ve been bit by the bug again. While the sun shines and the wind blows and the weeds grow. 
I am stitching bugs.

April 15, 2010

Paper and digital collage

A break from stitching. I’ve been bit by the bug again. While the sun shines and the wind blows and the weeds grow. 
I am stitching bugs.

April 7, 2010
There was a problem with my ATM card and I was waiting on a very long line at the bank/hotel lobby to speak with a teller. When I finally arrived at his desk I noticed it was a glass case, like a butcher’s display and inside was a dog sleeping,nestled in among some blankets, but as the teller started to sing, an old Frank Sinatra tune I can’t remember which, the dog shook himself awake and joined the teller, belting out the chorus in harmony. 
I didn’t eat anything strange and I didn’t drink any alcohol, I did go to the bank, the drive-thru, but still I can’t figure out where that one came from. 

Also, what am I doing with a picture of Frank in my photo collection?

April 7, 2010
There was a problem with my ATM card and I was waiting on a very long line at the bank/hotel lobby to speak with a teller. When I finally arrived at his desk I noticed it was a glass case, like a butcher’s display and inside was a dog sleeping,nestled in among some blankets, but as the teller started to sing, an old Frank Sinatra tune I can’t remember which, the dog shook himself awake and joined the teller, belting out the chorus in harmony. 
I didn’t eat anything strange and I didn’t drink any alcohol, I did go to the bank, the drive-thru, but still I can’t figure out where that one came from. 

Also, what am I doing with a picture of Frank in my photo collection?

April 7, 2010
There was a problem with my ATM card and I was waiting on a very long line at the bank/hotel lobby to speak with a teller. When I finally arrived at his desk I noticed it was a glass case, like a butcher’s display and inside was a dog sleeping,nestled in among some blankets, but as the teller started to sing, an old Frank Sinatra tune I can’t remember which, the dog shook himself awake and joined the teller, belting out the chorus in harmony. 
I didn’t eat anything strange and I didn’t drink any alcohol, I did go to the bank, the drive-thru, but still I can’t figure out where that one came from. 

Also, what am I doing with a picture of Frank in my photo collection?

April 4, 2010
Sunday House Tour

Do not be afraid.

Creepy never hurt anybody.
















Monkey holds my thimble of peace and happiness and three candles.

Peasants with pitchforks, one of five beautiful blocks from a sweet friend.
Thanks A!
This sweet face is made of some rubbery substance that makes you want to squeeze and mush it up.  Much like this face.







































































These two are probably the only things we never move.  The smoking baby and Zipper mouth.











































Sunday Garden Tour here
April 4, 2010

Sunday Garden Tour

Weed?  I don’t know, maybe, but it is beautiful and I’m not pulling it out. It’s growing on the fence next to the hammock. Looks like some kind of Geranium to me.  



Collard greens flowering now and maybe past their good eating time?
  
The tulips under the maple still doing their thing. Sometimes they look as though they’re done and when I look again, they look like they’re just getting started.  And the maple tree…
always late for the party but always makes a grand entrance.

A chunk of the Hearst Castle given to me by a friend who used to work up there.

Lady and the wrench.
Shoes made it through the winter and look just fine.




















One of the many soccer balls that magically make their way into our yard, no one ever comes to claim them and not one frog has moved into the little house we’ve provided. 
The geranium propagated from Jim’s bush next door cozying up to the lemon balm.


Tulip in the front yard. 
More rain expected today and tomorrow and next weekend.
I’m proud of myself for waiting out March and not buying or planting anything and have only purchased a few succulents for under the plum tree and a hydrangea for the driveway.
House Tour Here
April 4, 2010
Sunday House Tour

Do not be afraid.

Creepy never hurt anybody.
















Monkey holds my thimble of peace and happiness and three candles.

Peasants with pitchforks, one of five beautiful blocks from a sweet friend.
Thanks A!
This sweet face is made of some rubbery substance that makes you want to squeeze and mush it up.  Much like this face.







































































These two are probably the only things we never move.  The smoking baby and Zipper mouth.











































Sunday Garden Tour here
April 4, 2010
Sunday House Tour

Do not be afraid.

Creepy never hurt anybody.
















Monkey holds my thimble of peace and happiness and three candles.

Peasants with pitchforks, one of five beautiful blocks from a sweet friend.
Thanks A!
This sweet face is made of some rubbery substance that makes you want to squeeze and mush it up.  Much like this face.







































































These two are probably the only things we never move.  The smoking baby and Zipper mouth.











































Sunday Garden Tour here