A Rose by Any Other Name

Isn't it lovely. The rose bushes were looking rather sickly first come spring, but now they are in bloom, or rather just the one bloom, but isn't it lovely. I'm not sure what kind they are, but a rose by any other name would still smell as sweet right? Not completely true, but none the less its made me happy.

And here it is again from a different angle. The second angle isn't really needed I just felt the need to take it in, from all angles.

In other news the irises are alive and well and blooming like wildfire. The yellows ones suffered from being cut back twice, just because I think cut flowers are nice to have inside the house. They need to be thinned out horribly bad, but while they are so lovely they are just as good to be enjoyed. Beside I would kill them if I did it now. (Do you like how I have a valid excuse to be lazy?)

Continuing with the irisis they also come in purple, just not as many as I have in the driveway area. I find them very pretty, and they too are in desperate need of being thinned out.

These lovely ladies grow around the house and just here where I like to keep a rock 3/4 up the driveway as if you didn't know you were on clay mountain tells you who lives here.

Before we continue the garden tours of things that arew currently in bloom, I should make note that most of my lawn isn't grass, and is really weeds, and some grass sprinkled in so that the weeds look even more strange in the forever hills and holes that is my yard.

These that look like strawberry, but aren't and have a secret ungrourd root system that the devil himself giggles about perfecting are both nice and horrible. nice because they don't grow up high, horrible, because well they are Satan's root system.

I love this bush. It is a rhododendron, and was very sickly and small for 5 years. Last year it desided to get as tall as me and present me with lovely flowers. (thanks to a whole bag of poop) This year it is taller than me and goes through two flowerings before just turning into a waxy leaved giant. I I don't mind though, the flowers last long, and the bigger it gets the less grass (weeds) grow around it.

But behold those beautiful flowers. if only they smelled like something. They prove the world is not perfect, but can still be lovely.

Well that concludes it. The blooms of my yard will continue, but at the moment they lie in waiting.

This Means War!

Do you know of the hell of the carpenter bee? Carpenter bees get their common name from their habit of boring into wood to make galleries for the rearing of young. These are worldwide in distribution with 7 species occurring in the United States. They don't have a hive as honey bees, but are solitary bees.The female Carpenter bee can get into small areas,boring holes. They are perfectly round, about 3/8 " in diameter.

How do you kill them? I am at war with them. They are drilling holes in my porch that I went at hanging off a ladder to plug them up, I dance around the yard with a fly swatter and smack them down so I can rush over and stomp them, I spray them, and yet they buzz still yet. They have insane exo-skeletons, maybe a sledgehammer, or string their dead bodys on a piece of string as a spoil of war and as a warning to the others?

The males can't sting me, and the only reason I am brave enough to fight this war.

A Moment to be serious

Sometimes you just don't get enough of those, and here is the thing if you don't balance right between your seriousness and your craziness then you end up on sided over the other in the eyes of other people. I know these things to be true. I also know that I'm caught in a bad place because of this. Emotionally I am suffering because of it.

What can you do? How do you get a good change going for you if everyone around you is rooting you deep in the thing that you're really not? How do you keep the people around you from tearing apart the small and hopeful fragments of your stability? They don't know of course, because you haven't told them. You haven't told them because they think you are stronger than you really are. In fact they think they're funny. What a terrible combination.

Here comes the kicker, you want to believe it. That's why you're not saying anything about it. That's why day after day you sit there wondering what to do and don't take actions, because you believe you are strong enough to deal with on your own. Who do you tell? Who is going to offer up their "funny" advice, that in the end is going to make you angry you even said a word.


A little kingdom I possess, where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find of governing it well.
Louisa May Alcott1832-1888, American Author

Big red Bench pt. 2

Without much further ado I now have the rest of the photos for the photomentary of my big magickal red bench adventure. The red looks quit sticking no? Well I liked it at least, and yes it was still raining. I did the top half of the bench before I went to sleep on the day of the posting of the finished unfinished bench. I figured in the morning I could flip it and paint the bottom, because after reading the paint can I found out it takes the paint a good while to dry.

And there it stands. Finished. The next morning before I ran away to do the things that needed to be done with my day I flipped and painted the bottom of the bench. On getting back home I flipped it back over and took its picture.

I've been thinking now that I should paint a few, lets say 5 stars on the upper right side of the bench. Why? I was think the big red bench of china could be fun considering the color choice. No? Maybe so....

Rustic Bench Unfinished pt. 1

This is a bench. This bench I made, and before it gets any judgement...I know nothing of making benches. I had spare wood, and some time on my hands. Why is this bench ugly, and in my kitchen? I can explain.

It started out being outside when it was lovely and sunny, but it turned cloudly and stormed on me. So I brought everything inside so it could be finished. Still not finished. I am going to paint it red tomorrow. Why red? Its the only color I have that is for outdoor use. I could buy a different color, but that would make my bench worth something. I call it, found bench in a pile of stuff. Until tomorrow.

Pentacle Plantacle

After such much blood sweat and tears I have done it. My second herb garden is complete. That my friends is a whole lot of bricks. the path ways were going to be two bricks wide, but when I was getting the bricks loaded up from my mom's old house I touched a snake panicked and ran away with only 125 bricks. Snakes win the brick pile every time.

Anyway the plants look tiny and unimportant as of now, but soon very soon it will be amasing looking. With the help of Edwin my gnome my second herb garden will kick much ass. Hooray!