Some years back, while living in an apartment, I planted a small balcony garden. I grew herbs and a few vegetables and just for show, I grew a giant sunflower in a terracotta pot. It was awesome. Its face followed the sun all day and at night it slowly turned it’s head towards the light from the living room.
I saved some seeds from that sunflower and planted them this spring, some seven years after harvesting them, not knowing if they would sprout, after all this time. One did and stands proudly at over seven feet tall.
Sunflowers are magical and this one is extra so. My Dad was still alive back then and he stood on the balcony and admired the original plant. This Sunflower is a time capsule for me. I’m sentimental that way.
Sunflower Slideshow.
Oh, this woman is so annoying! If I hadn’t noticed a traffic spike in my web stats today and checked out the source, I’d have missed the latest on this piece of work.
Seems that Mrs. Walsh-Smith is now Miss Walsh. The divorce is final and she has been evicted from her luxury apartment, the one she wanted so badly to hang on to that she sold her soul on YouTube in an effort to try and get some sympathy. She got none from the judge who said that Miss Walsh’s YouTube efforts were a calculated and callous campaign to embarrass and humiliate her husband.”
The poor would-be-tent-dweller will have to adjust her lifestyle now. She’ll only be getting three quarters of a million dollars a year with which to try and maintain a living. She thinks the judges decision is “disgusting”. Tough break bitch.
More Tricia here.
Somewhere around 4:30 a.m. sounds crept into my sleep and then awoke me with a start when I realized the noise was not originating from within my dreams. I got up to check on the source of the activity going on in the thirty two year old, forty foot grapevine that grows over the garden shed and down to the end of the driveway.
The rustling continued uninterrupted as I opened the door and stepped out onto the back porch, so I turned on the outer light and from the top of the shed, amidst the grapes and leaves one of the masked bandits popped his head and paws out of the vine to take a look at who was disturbing their twilight grape raid. A critter too adorable to admonish for the rude hour of my sleep disturbance, or the fact that he and his masked accomplice were stealing my precious grapes. The harvest from my grapevine was an event last year and I plan to make it so again this year. Those grapes were shared with so many and I feel torn about what to do about the raccoons.
Last year I worked out a compromise with the birds. They can have the grapes that grow from the grapevine in the back garden, but they have to leave the main vine alone and so far they have honored our agreement. I’m wondering if such an arrangement can be reached with the masked twosome. They can have the grapes that grow on top of the shed, but they need to leave the hanging bunches alone. And it would be better if they arrived around midnight, rather than disturbing my best REM sleep. They seemed like a couple of reasonable raccoons and promptly left the grapevine at my request, so we’ll just have to see how it goes.
