Tuesday, September 19, 2023

Little White Dustmop and the Cow Squares



 The cover is Norma A. Boeckler's garden, not mine! Amazon paperback.

Today, the Military Gardening Group convened in the back yard for some pour-over coffee, waiting for the storm to arrive. Stage Left - the Great Pyranees Porchi and the Little White Dustmop were playing around. Charlie Sue gave both dogs sharp little barks to get them running along the chain-link fence. Two and three at a time, they raced along the fence together, turned around, raced back, etc.

Charlie Sue herself is a dog trainer. Patterdale Terriers are considered domineering. She is smart, funny, affectionate, and gentle with her staff.




Suddenly, LWD was in our yard and Charlie Sue was trying to start something with the little guy, who is only half the size of my dog. No one is doubting Charlie's skill in training other dogs. She began fence digging, and Porchi followed. Then LWD wanted to connect the two sides and crawled under the fence where two or three of them had dug. They saw it as a demilitarized zone for friends, but the LWD staff thought otherwise - a bit scared.

I picked up LWD in one hand and gently handed him over to a nervous teenage girl. I asked if he was going to be as huge as his buddy. "No, he will stay small."

This second breech guaranteed that I would have a barrier fence dug in, right after our stormy weather. I may have even more cow squares to use as rugged, portable fencing.

Since the rain was coming I dumped the rain barrels and looked for signs of growth, even without planting something new. There they were, after a few weeks - three delicate strands of morning glory working their way up into the sunlight. Mr. Gardener first used them on his side of the fence, but I did not want them strangling the roses.

Like putting tiny ships in bottles, gardening is a relaxing way to shift Creation this way and that. What some think is labor turns out to be fun, educational, and inspirational.

Ranger Bob is now done with daily IV infusion to ward off infection. I was the driver and got to know the infusion nurses. I brought in roses several times and lit up the staff, especially the three we knew best. Bob told them I wrote books and gardening, so I brought three copies of Creation Gardening. They loved the roses, the fragrances, and the books.