You'd think I'd be out in the gardens this morning, wouldn't you? Tomorrow is the interview for public television and the gardens aren't ready. I'm ready to give up trying-- it is what it is. Between the heat of this week and having to take Mom to an optometrist appointment yesterday afternoon where we had to wait for two hours, I was lucky to get the lawn mowed last night just before dark. We had some company over last night for computer repairs and I felt bad, but since Julie is a gardener, she knows what I'm going through trying to get this show on the road and excused my rudeness. Joel and David hosted and worked on the computer while Carl and I worked outside.
I was trying to rake up the piles of clippings (unbelievable how the lawn is growing, I just cut it three days ago) around 8:30PM but the mosquitoes were so intense I couldn't inhale without snarking one up my snout.
We have a small waterfall in the quarry too, but we don't always run it because we both like peace and quiet better when we're working in the area. We did want it running for the interview, but alas, last night we found out that ain't gonna happen either, as something in the last few days has chewed through the waterlines leading to the waterfall, oh, goody and oh, well! The lines are buried and it will be a major chore to get to 'em, so ooops, no waterfall.
Truth be told, I'm not all that fond of the pond. (Hey, that rhymes!) I do like it in the winter when we can ice skate in circles and it's nice when the waterlilies are blooming (one just opened yesterday again, a rebloomer, I guess) but with the water levels always changing and algae blooms and the herons coming to eat all the fish and frogs and clarity issues, well...........I'd be happy with a disappearing waterfall and just plain lawn in the bottom. What I do love about the quarry is the rocks themselves, I can never have too many rocks.
We know the quarry needs renovations, things are sagging and we do want to change it, but that's going to be a Big Job. We started building the thing in 2002 and it took over five years of us plugging away at it to get the rocks in place with the old wrecker, two old tractors and just plain bullwork with long crowbars and blocks of wood for fulcrums. Now, the thought of tearing it apart again is not pleasant, but we have some interesting changes in mind. We'll see if it happens; won't be anymore this year, that's for sure.
Another soggy day has arrived; we had more rain again early this morning, judging by the way the creek is running, I would guess more than an inch. Yup, just confirmed it, an inch and a quarter again. Back to the pumps on the quarry--but we just rolled up all the hoses...............
A thunderstorm was approaching rapidly when I went out with Carl just after 5AM to haul all the potted plants back into the garage one more time. I've spent a lot of time hauling them back and forth this year. I can't lift the heavy urns:
|'Urnie and Little Urnie' stay out in the storms|
|One of three light shade pots mounted on cast iron shaft from scrapyard|
|Hook the adjustable hooks into the pot, tilt back and roll!|
|Teddy Dog checking it out|
|Waiting the storm out|
|Supertunia Vista Bubblegum--a great performer this year, even in a tiny pot perched on a fencepost|
|Or sitting on a big rock|
I'm not sure what we are going to be talking about, really....I hope it's about rocks.......and we had to decide which one of us wants to talk (they only have one microphone). I volunteered Carl who promptly tossed that hot potato back in my lap and said, "You talk! I'm not going to. I'll say something stupid." Oh, yeah, like I won't? And my wardrobe (with hopefully no malfunction) is still up in the air too. I sewed a shirt last night that I thought might be 'the one' but it turned out to be filler for the rag bag again, oh what a sight, but I needed a new dust cloth anyway. Maybe I'll just wear my usual garden garb/uniform with the 'feather boa' sweatband, can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
This should be fun.