The Gardens - In the Beginning

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

The Curse of Always Being Right

This title has nothing to do with the content.


Count my blessings
name them 

I'm thankful my life totally sucks just a bit
cause I could have no life at all...kaput!

I'm thankful I have two gimpy knees
cause I could be knee-less
with me feets attached to me butt.

I'm thankful I have two headaches a week
cause it could be three or more.

I'm thankful I have 2 hour weekends
and a zillion hour weekdays
cause I could have no time at all.

I'm thankful I have 5 cats and 1 dog
cause I could have 5 dogs and 1 cat :'(

I'm thankful I can't remember 
where I put my car keys 2 seconds ago
cause I need to walk more than drive anyway.

I'm thankful I keep getting older
and older and older
cause I could be getting younger
and younger and younger
and leaving life as a snotty little squirt.

Happy November

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Chillin in the Weed Patch


Seedless Persimmon
...a squirrel's lunch leftovers

Explosion of Fungi

These all aged and actually did explode 

Eats from the Raised Beds

Swamp Sunflower

"They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream."  
-   Ernest Dowson, 1867 - 1900  

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Imperfection Perfect

I’m not a dog person.

I have a dog.

A perfect dog,

so it seemed

in the beginning.

Each year as he grows older,

and older,



his non-barking willpower

grows weaker,

and weaker,


weaker :(

Perfect dogie no more.


during a bad dogie barkathon

a cast stone statue

of man’s best friend

sitting by the food dish

content in all that materializes

in the complicated world

just beyond his nose

is so desperately 


You know…

that perfect dog.

I'm just perfection misunderstood, mommy dearest :)

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Swept off one's feet in the Garden of Hard Knocks

Thinking too much…is there such a thing as thinking too much.  It’s one of the prerequisites of survival, but when all the scenarios end in doom, the mind is catapulted into a series of depressions that’s difficult to evict.

Usually we all want to survive, but few of us are really prepared to try to survive.  Conditioned to total dependency on electricity; survival becomes extremely minimal without it. It’s a proven fact that a vast majority of people will be so totally self-absorbed and ruthless, that survival will first depend on trusting no one.

All supplies would have to be effectively hidden.  Those by themselves might as well kiss their ass goodbye…we all have to sleep some year.  Pets will either be dinner or shoved out the door for someone else’s dinner or starvation.

What if a window or windows are broken…where’s the protection now?  What happens as winter sets in and your living quarters becomes as cold as the outdoors, and the outdoors has ice and snow on the ground?  What about your stored water freezing?  Do you really want to burn wood in the fireplace so desperate individuals can see someone has supplies in that home?

Realistically, just how much wood would it take to survive a winter if you could keep it from being stolen by popping off anyone trying to take over your shelter because theirs has been proven inadequate?

I now view survival as a small part preparedness and an enormous part luck.  I feel the biggest and most dangerous obstacles would be my neighbors and that is a formidable enemy to overcome.  In the long run, unless I somehow could create miracle after miracle after miracle (does that happen outside of the movies?), I would be one of the losers and toast :(

I’m going to quit thinking for the rest of the day.

Mommy said I would be someone's dinner :(

Eleven days ago:

One step backwards and my balance was lost.
Airborne, I landed with the back of my head hitting the re-bar fence -
lower shoulders hitting the concrete stepping stones -
right arm hitting the log my falling bod knocked over.

That's the story I'm stuck with that sounds the best
I remember nothing except floating through the air
 and hitting the back of my head.

Took myself to the emergency room
 as the knots on my head and right arm HURT!

That experience was a nightmare.
Felt like a slab of meat on a conveyor belt in a factory
being picked over...
but was worried about my head or arm being cracked.

Pronounced okay that evening
had to visited my doctor next day because of chest pains.
Diagnosed with an inflammation of my rib cage -
still on medication and the pain is still there
if I exert myself.

I don't recommend this experience to anyone :)

Parking on one's own lawn by front door -
must be a southern thing.
Quite common here -
I've never experienced it any where else.

Moon and Stars Watermelon

Cantaloupe -
Not sure of its survival, as all the leaves 
have powdery mildew from so much rain.

I'm guessing the over abundance of rain every day did my corn in.
Got tired of re-staking it upright again every day, 
so pulled it all out...
hardly any roots had developed, so...

Last time it grew in the container it rooted to China...
don't know what gives this time around.

Things are beginning to fall apart.

A snake in the yard...Yeh!
Spotted here when part of the yucca was removed.
Slid under the rocks in the background as I disturbed him.
Garter snake - likes to snack on my small ground critters.


Gardens and Life...
the bad
 with the good -
and sometimes
the bad is
 the end.

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