|Sassy keeps track of all the children she knows,|
and they love her gentle spirit.
Sassy wanted to walk at 6 AM, so I got a late start. Better to walk first and make coffee second than to look at her puppy eyes damning me for making her wait. The early walk is our longest one now, and she loves exploring when the child of morning, rosey-fingered Dawn appears.
Last night she fooled me, as she often does. Sassy was supposed to walk the cul-de-sac with me and go inside again. Instead, she smiled and walked into the grassy acreage of Almost Eden. I thought, "OK, she wants something different." She looks at me and smiles for permission to go where she wants. She repeated this several times, getting closer and closer to the plants, but that was still a bit of a walk.
I headed us behind the earthen berms, where top soil had created a paradise for wild flowers, weeds, insects, and birds. I was trying to see if they had Poison Hemlock, as I did earlier. Once past the berm we were among the gardens, fruits, and bushes. I heard a sound - perhaps Little Almost Eden. Then I realized the game. Sassy can detect her friends from our front yard, goes on alert, and strives to meet them. This time she only heard them and worked her way into a reunion.
The dog Opie, Little Almost Eden, and Grampa walked into view. The dogs had a happy meet and greet, and the rest of us talked about dogs and gardening. I knew it was a former dairy farm, but I also learned our house was the area where they grew grapes. Sassy soon become warm and tired, so we said goodbye and walked home. She stretched out on the cool floor to get comfortable again.
|Our Crepe Myrtle blooms look like pink Christmas trees.|
Feeling the Mulch
I joined our helper at 6 AM yesterday in spreading as much mulch as possible in the main rose garden. We had a lot of fun kidding each other as we worked. This morning I felt the results in the back of my legs, but it is far more productive than the sterile exercise possible in a gym.
Unlike the rest of the neighborhood, I coddle our Crepe Myrtle bush. Before the rain I watered it slowly at the base to bring out the blooms, which are big, fluffy, and pink. Now that it is almost in full bloom, I built a new base of fertilizer for future health and beauty.
- Basement layer - the clippings, sticks and leaves from the maple tree.
- Ground floor - a bag of cow manure compost from Walmart.
- First floor - newspaper and brown paper to discourage grassy weeds.
- Top floor - a bag of cyprus mulch from Walmart.
- Scrap lumber cannot be burned.
- A burn permit is required for legal fires, like burning brush.
- The fire cannot be within 50 feet of combustible buildings (one on each side).
- A hose must be near the fire - none visible.
- The fire must be tended at all times, never left alone.
- No fires before dawn or after sundown. They previously had many outdoor fires at night, but that practice stopped.
|Slime Mold looks like dog vomit,|
but it is following its own engineering and doing its job.