Wet and Wild?

 

It has been raining. A bit of a flash flood here and there.  So it has all been about the wild indoors.

Indoors there is a mess.  Hopefully, not an infinite mess.  It is all about the wood.  

The bathroom is a bit unusable at the moment.  But I am assured that the bathroom will be fully functional tomorrow morning.  

 I have nothing more.  No gardening.  No sewing.  Just searching for wood.

I am working on the web pattern for the shopping bags.  I will send the link as soon as all is finished.

So uninteresting – as if some of my entries are even close to interesting.  

Later.

 

 

A bit of rain, a few leaves, a bit of flooring

It has been a blustery week with a bit rain so all the leaves are gone, at least most of them. I spent an evening raking leaves in the back yard.

The cats can now walk on the deck. They do not like to walk where the leaves are taller than they are.

Zorro was complaining this morning, as usual.

It seems that more leaves had fallen on the path to the back door and he, of course, wanted to go out the back door. This is a morning ritual that began with Jim leaving in the morning for the university. The ritual continues sans Jim.

All the leaves in the back yard are the elm leaves so they can all go onto the garden.

For those of you who actually look at the pictures you will notice that the garden has been extended a bit more toward the front. As the trees grow in the back the area that receives the most sun slowly moves toward the house. There someday be rutabagas growing in the kitchen sink.

I have not worked on the cold frames as yet but there are a few things still growing outside.
Cabbage can still be found in the boxes.

And Kale still grows on the deck. With Kale this close I find a cut a bit for almost everything I eat. It is like a black dress, it goes with everything.

I am still holding out thoughts on the kitchen. Now that I have started down the path of changes I must charge ahead. The kitchen floor has to go. I was visiting across the street and the house with the same floor plan and built almost at the same time does have wood floors in the kitchen. I am confident there is wood under-I-don’t-know-how-many-layers of flooring.

The blocks are for Maggie. She likes to play blocks. I, or whoever else is around and bends to all the wishes of cats, set them up several times a day and when she gets the urge she comes in and knocks them down. If you do not get around to setting them up, Maggie sits by the block until they are set up once again.

Later.

Still a Bit of Fall

Last Tuesday morning, before sun up, John and I were out hauling 20 wet, stinky, mousy straw bales. What has to be done for the love of a garden. We picked in up at the local supermarket and took it out to MidGarden where I hope to use it for a layer mound for a garden next spring. First we will put down a layer of cardboard where I would like to put in a row of veggies or flowers, then a layer of rotting vegetables straight from the CRC, a bit of composted manure and dirt, finally a layer of the straw. Viola! An area free of grass and good dirt for plenty of good stuff to grow in.

Just so all will not think all I do is garden, there was a ‘sewing circle’ at my house on Friday. For what seemed to be a good idea at the time, we decided to make owls. They were a bit cute and we did have a good time.

Back to gardens. I was taken to the Elisabeth Blackwell Women’s Center and ran into this great little gem of a garden. It was basically grasses and shrubs this time of year but was still most welcoming.

The art was quite interesting. It was whimsical, not my usual choice of garden art, but I most liked the colors.

On to more serious occasions that have to do with fungus, several of us went over to a park today to play tennis. I was only a spectator so I wandered through a bit of forest and found:

The fungii was strangely flat and saucer looking but I could not get close enough to see the color and texture. The trees were mostly old or rotting.

On to the tennis team: Samara, Emily, Eric, and Gary (John was a substitute.). All CRC people showing off that we do more that just obsess on food. It was a great to day to be outside and we all enjoyed watching what some may loosely call tennis.
The girls and I went over to play on the playground and I fell off the zip line. Big surprise and a bit sore.

The entire Sunday gang.

Finally, my space. I have a Japanese Maple in the front yard. It is not a tree that I would have planted but it is a nice color in the fall. I do like the shape of the maple’s leaves.

Not a thing is happening in the backyard, except a few cabbage. My silver maple has not yet begun to shed its leaves. There will soon be no ground to be seen.

Later.