Three mornings below freezing, and I'm glad I resisted the lure of mild April days to plant and plant. Later this week though, I am putting in the onions. And getting out the hose. Filling all the bottles to act as walls of water, in preparation for the tomatoes and chilis going in the following week. The commercial ones are too expensive, and fragile, for me, although they apparently work amazingly well. I figure I'll give my cheap and salvaged way a go.
Mostly looking raw and short out front. The back even less impressive, ignoring the Veronica that blooms early in the spring. Seems pretty harmless, and I gather it up and compost the excess biomass. But the peas and bean, spinach and lettuce, are appearing reassuringly.
The two of them, establishing consistency. When we come home and find them thus, content in each other's company, we are glad. Nearly every day for the past two weeks, they have slept beside each other.
Marbles, old and newly found. Newish and quite old.
In Japan, crows make nests from wire hangers.
Dear Bob Hoskins will be missed. I loved him in "Pennies From Heaven."
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We've been hovering around the high 30's at night. Pussy cats know how to keep warm!
The hanger nests are astounding. Fukuoka ... that's the city I lived in, and when I taught the students of the Kyushu Denki Company (the Electric Company), I read them stories of storks in an effort to see them as less of a pest. They are amazing creatures.
... and yes, I'll miss Bob, too.
Rou,
Oh, wow, I didn't realize that's where you were. Very interesting.
Understanding leads to compassion, so often.
I don't think we'll get any more freezing nights, but we haven't had too many warm days yet. Our early part of spring is dragging on into our middle of spring.
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