Friday, June 18, 2010

Flowers Update

Okay, these 3 weeks after planting, the flowers you saw in May are looking pretty ugly.  This is not a flower bed.  This is a flower hospital:


Lush is out of the question under my care, but the little purple things are looking really lame:


I better go buy, and ram into the ground, something to step this up a notch or twenty-seven.

And those hanging baskets which were my favorites?  If you've been hanging around for a while, you know I'm not keen on the purple-red blend thing, but I didn't even notice purple and red were married in the baskets...until all the yellows in one of them shriveled up and died:


Really, do I get blamed for this?  I think not.  But there we have it.

Then there's the bed near the trough thingy, where I planted the strawberries...which got croaked, of course.  Who knew the wind had blown off the cover, knocked down the chicken barrier, and provided a feast for the chickens, who are not satisfied to gingerly pluck berries and must obliterate the plants as well?  So we planted perennials yesterday, a portion of which I managed to get in the photo frame.  They're looking pretty lame too.  This is prettyNot:


Sorta looks like a vegetable garden gone bad.  Mayhap I should just cease this annual debacle and resulting whine.  ºÜº



Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.  Matthew 7:13, 14

3 comments:

willow said...

sigh.... however, looks better then when I do my 'gardner' thing!

My parents grew ever abundant victory gardens when i was growing up -
Dad harvested corn, potatoes and tons of fruit from our peach trees, raspberry bushes and rhubarb patch.
Mom grew everything else - beans and cabbages, tomatoes and cukes - and she canned everything.
homemade pickles, watermelon rinds.... jams and jelly. Dad made real sauerkraut (a medical miracle) and occasionally berry wine (used the same 5 gallon NY state crock for both - one I have proudly displayed in front of my fireplace. the only thing I put in it is the pocket change that accumulates everywhere.)

You would think with that background I'd be a great gardner huh? NOT.

CarolineNot said...

Ah, a woman after my own heart. I'm familiar with so many NOTs. They follow me like a puppy.

While my parents didn't garden, my mother, too, made mean pickles, including from watermelon rinds. Makes me smile to know your mother was doing the same thing.

I ♥ it that you have your dad's crock to display. Truly an earthly treasure to enjoy for a time. Ü

willow said...

"nots" -

must be why I so love that old-timey song
by Brenda Lee -


Hey, I'm yours Lord
Everything I've got
Everything I am
Everything I'm not.

I'm yours Lord
Try me now and see
See if I can be
Completely yours.

My life and my love
You hold in your hand
And I'll gladly devote
And enjoy your command.

Now, I know it's not much
Your gift to repay
But its all that I got
And it's all I can say.

I'm yours Lord
Everything I got
Everything I am
Everything I'm not.

I'm yours Lord
Try me now and see
See if I can be
Completely yours.

You put it aside
Desire to belong
And join in your strength
Unless we become strong.

With that thought in mind
I reach for the sky
And I lift up my voice
And read out the signs.

I'm yours Lord
Everything I've got
Everything I am
Everything I'm not.

I'm yours Lord
try me now and see
See if I can be
Completely yours.

I'm yours Lord
Everything I've got
Everything I am
Everything I'm not.

I'm yours Lord
Try me now and see
See if I can be
Completely yours -