Dad says: “Thank you all so much for the birthday greetings last Monday!” And then, he blushed a bit and mumbled something about dishing himself up more ice cream which is perfectly okay because, c’mon – Ice Cream!
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Around Colehaus this summer, we’ve not had the number of squirrels we’re used to, nor the number of raccoons, giving Mom next to nothing to go on and on about. She was looking forward to the next generation of raccoon babies but it seems not to be. She did rescue a number of baby bunnies, though, and she’s pretty happy about that.
Bob, the little frog who we’re calling Big Joe’s
next meal little brother, is not impressed. He’s a little thing, compared to Big Joe. Mom says she would have set a banana next to Bob, for a size comparison photo, but as we all know, frogs like Bob are unimpressed with bananas.
Here’s one of our neighbor’s cats. He looks like he’s just innocently passing through but our backyard is a thoroughfare to the bunny fields down the hill. Mom says he is anything but innocent.
Just outside our side fence opening, skitterish neighbor cat Reenie lays in the cool shade. Reenie has lots of shade at her house but not cool feeding stations with daytime food inside from which to nibble from. Smart cat.
Dad’s Roma tomatoes are finally ripening. He and Mom like these the best because they taste very tomato-y. We’re not sure what tomatoes are… unless they’re something that can be whacked off the counter when no one’s looking.
Oh, look! There goes our sister Olivia whacking a camera lens cap off the table. Let’s not tell Mom and see how long it takes her to find it. Hint: It’s where some of Quint’s stripey balls, six pieces of lint-covered kibble, and all Dad’s lost thumb drive caps are.
Our Mom, always working, working, working (except when it comes to looking under the couch… OOPS!). Two years ago, she decided we had too much dirt on our property and yeah, she was right. It was mounded everywhere! Sixteen years of bark mulch added every spring composted into good, rich, but oh, so much soil! The earthworms loved it, but she had to keep adding retaining wall blocks to keep it contained. When those retaining block walls start reaching several feet tall, well, that’s not a good thing. Finally, she said enough. She created a three-year plan to get rid of it all. This is year two and what a change!
For her first of three projects of this summer, she and Dad turned a narrow flowerbed, filled with tree stumps and dirt overflowing onto the cement walkway, into something much more under control.
She promises it will be much prettier next year when she can plant it up. We bet our brother Quint, the flower lover, will like it!
Across the yard, under the bird feeder (yes, we said bird), the ground was treacherous to say the least. Uneven, spongy, also falling down onto the cement whenever it rained, a hazard to stand on. Dad could hardly get in there to add seed for those
feather toys birds. All by herself, Mom did something about it, digging, digging, and even more digging, then, using bricks and blocks that she had collected over the years (collected for some reason she doesn’t even remember). She says maybe she was a stone mason or a brick layer in a past life. O-Kay. Whatever. We like the final result.
… to this.
And for what it’s worth, she says Polymeric sand is the best invention ever. Personally, we would have said nip-marinated mousies, but hey! Whatever floats her boat!
Back inside, here’s Mom’s mossarium. She says this is the only kind of indoor plant she can keep anymore and then she pauses and glares a bit at our sister Tessa for some reason. Clearly, Tessa hasn’t figured out how to unglue the jar from the top of the mantel yet.
KIDDING, Dad! Mom only jokes about glue-ing it down, and maybe using nails, too, you know, just in case.
This mossarium is two years old and hasn’t had a single drop of water added since it was originally planted. The jar is a clip-top kind that keeps the atmosphere inside perfectly self-maintained and happy.
Mom said she got the idea from Jessamyn’s Mossarium Emporium. She got the moss and rocks from our backyard. She got the clip-top jar from a local fancy grocery store she says she wishes she could afford to shop at every day. When we ask if they carry nip-marinated mousies yet, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. Doesn’t sound very fancy to us.
Lastly, and apologetically because we know we’re going on and on like Mom does, she caught a glimpse of someone new visiting in the backyard just the other day. We’ll share more when Mom learns more but we can say with all confidence, this visitor isn’t feral and wasn’t dumped in our neighborhood. She’s been spayed and has a human family living nearby. She just knows the best yard to hang out in!
Introducing the saddest little garden panther: