Peas, cheese, and woodpeckers.

I was all excited a couple days ago to talk about how the purple-podded peas came up quickly and with enthusiasm, but then sometime between monday evening and tuesday morning some stupid neighbor's stupid dog* decided to poop in the corner of my garden bed and scratch up two sorts of lettuce and snap the growing tip off one of the peas in the process. The other two are still going like crazy, though. I contemplate things like planting bush pumpkins along the front fence, since the gourd seeds I put out there a month ago haven't come up yet. Meanwhile, I have finished my self-watering porch planters, and am sprouting a million tiny lettuce seedlings in a marauding-animal-safe habitat thus far. (Pictures still on the camera... oh well.)

grauwulf made it all the way to actual graduation on Saturday and went through the ceremony, even (which was... not as thoroughly awful as we had feared, though the militant anti-food-smuggling brigade on the door made me almost wish I'd been trying to smuggle in something hazardous, since they made me empty out my water bottle but didn't even look for anything else.) In any case, we escaped with our lives, grauwulf got an exciting goodie bag, and he can now finally join the ranks of the "college educated," for whatever that is worth to him. Now he's trying to get grad school applications out this weekend.

I feel that there was something else I intended to say (not about plant sales, even) but I have been distracted by the bird feeder, which has returned to neighborhood attention. We have a female downy woodpecker, a chickadee, and a tufted titmouse come by to partake of the fresh bounty (restocked since Ms Woodpecker cleaned it out yesterday.)

Blah, blah, blah, and stuff.

*Admittedly, the stupid neighbor seems to have a perfectly nice dog (which he doesn't take very good care of) and the no-more-stupid-than-anybody-else neighbors have rescue dogs, who mean well but who they've done a fairly bad job of re-training.

Peas, cheese, and woodpeckers.

I was all excited a couple days ago to talk about how the purple-podded peas came up quickly and with enthusiasm, but then sometime between monday evening and tuesday morning some stupid neighbor's stupid dog* decided to poop in the corner of my garden bed and scratch up two sorts of lettuce and snap the growing tip off one of the peas in the process. The other two are still going like crazy, though. I contemplate things like planting bush pumpkins along the front fence, since the gourd seeds I put out there a month ago haven't come up yet. Meanwhile, I have finished my self-watering porch planters, and am sprouting a million tiny lettuce seedlings in a marauding-animal-safe habitat thus far. (Pictures still on the camera... oh well.)

grauwulf made it all the way to actual graduation on Saturday and went through the ceremony, even (which was... not as thoroughly awful as we had feared, though the militant anti-food-smuggling brigade on the door made me almost wish I'd been trying to smuggle in something hazardous, since they made me empty out my water bottle but didn't even look for anything else.) In any case, we escaped with our lives, grauwulf got an exciting goodie bag, and he can now finally join the ranks of the "college educated," for whatever that is worth to him. Now he's trying to get grad school applications out this weekend.

I feel that there was something else I intended to say (not about plant sales, even) but I have been distracted by the bird feeder, which has returned to neighborhood attention. We have a female downy woodpecker, a chickadee, and a tufted titmouse come by to partake of the fresh bounty (restocked since Ms Woodpecker cleaned it out yesterday.)

Blah, blah, blah, and stuff.

*Admittedly, the stupid neighbor seems to have a perfectly nice dog (which he doesn't take very good care of) and the no-more-stupid-than-anybody-else neighbors have rescue dogs, who mean well but who they've done a fairly bad job of re-training.

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