Nosmo King
Gold Member
I'm beginning to get Spring Fever even as the snow outside is piling up. Probably an additional three inches tonight, but it should be all melted off by Sunday afternoon (wishful thinking at its maximum)
I just ordered replacement flower pouches for the ones that have served me so well for the past seven growing seasons. Come Spring and the opening of the green houses, I'll stuff them full of impatiens and sweet potato vines and hand them from the railing around the North Portico with a few to spare as gifts for Mom and my brother and sister-in-law.
I have to install the automatic watering system for the window boxes. Already looking at web sites offering planting ideas for the window boxes. I've tried colea in them, but those plants are such bullies they tend to crowd out other plants. Maybe in their own containers they won't be such punks.
Daisy the Mutt and my brother's dog Teddy have been getting along famously, even as they have been left alone all day here in the Luxurious Pimplebutt Estate. I haven't come to clunking their heads together like a couple of coconuts after misbehaving, but bedtime is trying as they vie for my attention and insist that I, the human, am actually their mattress and lay on me as if I was stuffed with eider down. We wrestle around, I claim my share of the bed that I paid for leaving them with just enough room to doze and dream.
Teddy kicks and runs and jumps in his sleep, Daisy has to be checked periodically to see if she's still alive as she sleeps like the dead. I tend to signal search planes and tread water in my sleep so there is all kinds of action going on atop the pillow top mattress. The brother and sister-in-law come home Monday and Teddy rejoins them that evening. Tomorrow I get to sleep in a bit, if Teddy allows me.
By the way, I hope everyone enjoys St. Patrick's Day with fun and safety. St. Patrick's Day is something like New Year's Eve in that it's like amateur night. All those folks who think they can hold their liquor try partying harder than perhaps they should. A good night not to test your car insurance coverage and stay home off the roads.
I just ordered replacement flower pouches for the ones that have served me so well for the past seven growing seasons. Come Spring and the opening of the green houses, I'll stuff them full of impatiens and sweet potato vines and hand them from the railing around the North Portico with a few to spare as gifts for Mom and my brother and sister-in-law.
I have to install the automatic watering system for the window boxes. Already looking at web sites offering planting ideas for the window boxes. I've tried colea in them, but those plants are such bullies they tend to crowd out other plants. Maybe in their own containers they won't be such punks.
Daisy the Mutt and my brother's dog Teddy have been getting along famously, even as they have been left alone all day here in the Luxurious Pimplebutt Estate. I haven't come to clunking their heads together like a couple of coconuts after misbehaving, but bedtime is trying as they vie for my attention and insist that I, the human, am actually their mattress and lay on me as if I was stuffed with eider down. We wrestle around, I claim my share of the bed that I paid for leaving them with just enough room to doze and dream.
Teddy kicks and runs and jumps in his sleep, Daisy has to be checked periodically to see if she's still alive as she sleeps like the dead. I tend to signal search planes and tread water in my sleep so there is all kinds of action going on atop the pillow top mattress. The brother and sister-in-law come home Monday and Teddy rejoins them that evening. Tomorrow I get to sleep in a bit, if Teddy allows me.
By the way, I hope everyone enjoys St. Patrick's Day with fun and safety. St. Patrick's Day is something like New Year's Eve in that it's like amateur night. All those folks who think they can hold their liquor try partying harder than perhaps they should. A good night not to test your car insurance coverage and stay home off the roads.
