It's time for the Possum Lodge Word Game, yayyy! Oh, wait, no. That's not it. It's really time for Mish-Mash Monday!
Not Just for the Birds
I have not one, not two, not three, but four (four!) places inside where Fiona and James can drink, yet they are both obsessed with drinking from the birdbath. Sometimes, when the water is low in the birdbath, Fiona will sit in it to drink, but she hasn't let me snap a photo of that pose!
Remember my snapping turtle visitor? I haven't seen her since that last post, so she never did lay her eggs in my garden. The other day, however, Fiona and I found a new friend in the garden, this really cute teenage skunk! Noogie!
I held back, but of course Fiona ran right up to it. Oh bananas! They were almost touching noses while my mind was going 100 miles a minute doing Olympic-speed mental math ("Hmmm, I have about 10 ounces of tomato juice and Fiona weighs about 7 pounds... what's the formula for calculating surface area?!" — How's that for Monday Maths?!). Fortunately, the skunk seemed very secure in its surroundings and pleased to make Fiona's acquaintance. I did tip toe and grab her up before anything bad could happen, though.
Saturday night I saw an opossum on my deck (didn't get a photo as it was dark). I've only seen one once before in my backyard and man it was cute. I love the pale snout and tail and the cute brownish in-between! So honored that so many critters feel at home in my garden.
Cross-Dressing in Colorado
We're still waiting for the official, professional photographer's pictures from my niece's wedding. There should be a cool shot of her, her hubby, and me all dressed up and doing jazz hands (no, really). Until then, this will have to do. You can't see everything unusual about me in this photo, so I'll tell you: My hair is French-braided and I have ringlet curls (curls! I didn't even have those as a kid!). My fingernails were painted purple (yep, at age 43 I gave in to peer pressure and went with the other women to have my nails done for the first time in my life. I'm a gardener; I don't do nail polish!). I'm wearing a dress (a dress, people!) and 3-inch heels (I'm normally all about sensible shoes). And though it isn't obvious, I'm wearing the kinds of makeup I never do, thanks to my niece's other aunt's winning ways with product: eye shadow, lipstick, eyeliner, and blush! Good gravy, by the time I was all decked out, I felt so unnatural I muttered under my breath that I felt like I was cross-dressing! This served as great amusement for my brother-in-law the rest of the day, I believe.
In the Garden
My first tomato is blushing! Yes, 'Red Russian' is the first of the 11 heirloom varieties I planted this season to ripen. Any day now...
The rest of these photos were taken a few weeks ago.
My very lovely black cohosh in my small shady north bed is striking from a distance...
...as well as close up! It's about 6 ft. tall.
I love how black-eyed Susans' petals clasp the bud before they open.
This is my front bed, looking northwest to the driveway and street...
...up against the house...
... and looking due south.
The three rose of Sharons along my driveway are doing well. I got them 5 years ago from a fellow master gardener and they looked like twigs. Now they're about 5.5 feet tall. They take all kinds of abuse and keep on blooming!
Happy Mish-Mash Monday, everyone!