Today, I decided to clean out one of my beds. The columbine bed has been a bit of a mess since last year. I let some burro's tail get started in it and it took over. It was time for it to leave. So, I dug out a wagon full of what was left of the ground cover that I had originally planted in it and turned eighty pounds of composted manure into the bed. I transplanted the old ground cover back in, as well as an errant wild columbine that had come up in the herb garden and some violets. It went from
this to
this. Next up is the remaining burro's tail and
ajuka in another bed. I regret having introduced them and it is time for them to get curtailed.
Hopper may not be happy about the clean out. Fortunately, his chain is short.
While I was working on the columbine bed,
the biggest bee I have ever seen began cruising the iris. It was easily an inch and a half long. It sounded like a little airplane, coming in for a landing.
So, here is the Board of Correction. I picked this up on a job site about twelve years ago. It had been abandoned and would have gone into the dumpster. None of the kids in the family must have wanted it. I can't imagine why. It has been
signed by at least five kids; most notably Jeff, who must have been well acquainted with it. It originally came from the Cave of the Mounds and I can just imagine the kids (as adults) all talking about it. "Remember that board that dad used to make us sign after he whacked us with it? What was that about, anyway?".
I remember getting it with a willow switch a couple of times. I had to go cut the thing myself and I thought that was really adding insult to injury. But, I never had to sign off on it. What a bizarre souvenir. I bet Jeff still thinks about it. At least we will all be immune, once we reach seventy six years of age.
Awhile back, I joined a quilting group. We just finished the
Memorial Day 2012 raffle quilt. It can be had for a whole dollar! If you'd like a chance, I have tickets. Ticket sales benefit the United Methodist Women's group.
More photos are
here.
6 comments:
Lol! My parents were mostly no spanking types but a cousin used to have to go get his own switch. One day, he decided " to hell with that!" and ran off to play instead of coming back to be punished. His parents thought it was funny and started grounding him instead;)
You've been real busy in your beautiful garden. Those irises I talked about started to bloom! I think a month early but maybe I'm wrong..
Ooooo, I decided to run off once, rather than bring in the switch. BAD idea.
That sounds about right, everything here is a month early, also. I don't normally see iris here until mid to late June. This morning, a new one I have called Batik opened, it's wacky! I have another new one, too. That one doesn't look like it will open for a few more days.
Can you take a photo of your guys, so we can discuss trade? :)
We had to go get our own switch, too. Mama said that she never could understand why the one she told to get the switch when we were all acting up was the one who continued to act up and got switched.
Everything here is two months early. My iris died off last week.
See? If only we could find Jeff to ask him about this!
Mary, we took photos and ill upload soon. I gave you another award:)
Ooo! I can't wait to see; hopefully, it's someone I don't already have.
I'll go check out your blog :)
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