Petunia is the garter snake that moved into our vegetable garden in its early days. This space shares the ever-evolving garden along with some excursions beyond the fence.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
March Snow?
This morning, we had snow to go with our dead furnace.
Time to get out the seed catalog, plan the garden, and plant tomato seeds (I enjoy tomato seedlings if I can keep the indoor pests away).
Time to get out the seed catalog, plan the garden, and plant tomato seeds (I enjoy tomato seedlings if I can keep the indoor pests away).
Friday, March 15, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Welcome Frogs
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Spring Surprise
The travel bug was missing, but this is the first geocache guard hippo we've encountered.
See posts of geocaching tours here. Our first explanation of geocaching is here.
Now I simply say - it's like a world wide Easter egg hunt. People hide stuff and post GPS coordinates and hints on geocaching.com. Other people try to find the stuff and post comments and photos from the excursion. There are lots of cool or creative hiding places near and far.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
LaMay Car Museum
I like the thought of the cross county trip this car took in the 1960s.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
First Garden
I put away some Christmas photos my friend sent me. Then perused the photos I took with the same friend on a trip to Nashville in 1989. That led to the photos of our Alabama garden in 1990.
Here is my dad looking serious with his beard and mustache he grew for his last weeks or months before retirement. He was on a post retirement road trip, including a stop to visit me. We were watching birds in our back yard.
The Alabama garden in late summer with mostly herbs and flowers remaining. I didn't photograph the vegetable harvest then. I discovered I like fresh okra and I remember lots of tomatoes.
Friday, January 11, 2013
It's Time
Ok. Fine. We'll take it down. It is only now loosing needles. Time to plant more. And in 6 or 7 years we'll have a Christmas tree again. For my next sabbatical.
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