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| About 7:45 a.m. I showed up at daughter's as I was concerned yesterday about prep. I must learn to trust more! Took some pictures, petted Baron and came home.|
Wil went out later and put the PT on the street to get the truck out. Tony was in the back yard mowing, I was watching Rockford Files killing time until I had to go back and meet Kyle with the plants.
What you see are all xeriscape plants, 1 muhly grass, far right, salvia far left. Skull cap, Blackfoot Daisy, New Gold Lantana and Bat Face.
While I was watching TV I got a call to come look at my car. Drivers door window was shattered! Wil called to come home, police called for insurance is going to want that. No rock seen on the ground. Watch Safe Lite, they kept me an hour on the phone and then told me they couldn't get here until next Wed. and the shop across town was backed up. Learned from our insurance agent they don't really like to use them. So why did the long distance call to insurance give me their name? Well they haven't told them yet. sigh..
When I left her house a whole lot of grass was still in her driveway, they are having to use a wheelbarrow to get it into back yard. Kyle told me they will water it down really well when they get done, but then that monkey is on my back. Told Mike if I miss church Sunday he will know why.
Got home some poor old lady was walking from the bus stop trying to figure out where they told her to go when she came back from the library. I got her some water, put her in the truck and drove her to the bus stop. Then into the shower I went. Oh and before I did that I got cleaner and cleaned Wil's steering wheel. I was getting black grimey junk on my sweaty hands.
|Humid today, due to recent rain daughter's yard won't be cleared of dead grass today. I visited with her neighbor and assured her hopefully soon she will see green as she looks out her dinning room window. Lovely lady, housebound with back problems.|
Betty Lou sent me this and I thought how appropriate. I should print it out for the landscaper.
Gardeners would enjoy this imaginary conversation between God and
St. Francis. It is funny because it is so true........
Frank you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is
going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions,
violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect
no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil
withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the
long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies honey bees and flocks of
songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But all
I see are these green rectangles.
It's the tribes that settled there Lord.. The Suburbanites. They
started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to
kill them and replace them with grass.
Grass? But it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract
butterflies birds and bees only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive
to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass
Apparently so Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it
green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any
other plant that crops up in the lawn.
The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast.
That must make the Suburbanites happy.
Apparently not Lord. As soon as it grows a little they cut it,
sometimes twice a week.
They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
Not exactly Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
No Sir just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
Now let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow.
And when it does grow they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back
on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and
saves them a lot of work.
You aren't going to believe this Lord. When the grass stops growing
so fast they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it so they
can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer
stroke of genius if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the
spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn they
fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the
soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
You better sit down Lord.. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle.
As soon as the leaves fall they rake them into great piles and pay to
have them hauled away.
No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the
winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
After paying to have the leaves hauled away.
they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of
And where do they get this mulch?
They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore.
St. Catherine you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you
scheduled for us tonight?
'Dumb and Dumber' Lord.. It's a story about....
Never mind I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.