Just picked our first serrano pepper. The better-half will be very pleased when he gets home.
In contrast to the state of the garden in late April:
This garden contains all of the herbs. We realize some of these plants will eventually need to go in the ground. We’ve always had luck with sage and rosemary so they will probably get moved into an actual bed later this year. The chives we brought from our old house, and I thought they had died. The thyme lived in a pot for most of last year waiting for us to move. It is so much happier now that it’s in a more permanent place.
We also have tomatoes and a passel of peppers, including the serranos.
Our other container holds a cucumber, a grape tomato, acorn squash from a squash from the old house and several green bean plants. There will be more green bean plants soon as we planted another couple of hills this past weekend.
We’re hoping for a good outcome this year because, as you know, vegetable gardening hasn’t really worked out for us in the past.
This little critter has been spotted all over the backyard:
I’ve complained about how there is a lack of flowering plants in our yard. The peonies came up and were a brilliant display of white and pink. I didn’t know peonies were ever white. Apparently, I’ve been under a rock.
We have some sort of privet hedge and it’s slightly out of control in spots along the city sidewalk. It has spread all over the yard and we’ve been digging it up because, dang, who needs all of that.
This week some of it has bloomed. It smells a little like heaven in our backyard. I cut some branches so the inside of our house would smell as good.
I started with this one (new album in 4 days, btw):
Then I went to this one (oy):
Ended with this one (B-R-U-C-E):
We did the Komen walk on Saturday with some family members. For the purposes of anonymity, we’ll go with this: one of the people in our group is currently kicking breast cancer’s ass.
A trolley slowed down on one of the hills as we were taking a break and the CKBCA person said, “I don’t need a ride; I’m going to finish this.” The trolley moved on.
We did finish and it was great.
We have owned our outdoor table set for years. This is the first time it has ever had an umbrella.
I’m looking forward to being able to sit at the table without frying like heat-lamp chicken. Next up is comfy furniture for the patio.
I got home today and told the better-half that I like working so much that I think I’ll only take one day off this week.
‘Tis true. I’ll be taking Saturday off and then leaving the fair city bright and early on Sunday with four colleagues. We’re loading up the Lincoln and heading to DC (my apologies to the Rappin’ Duke).
We’re going to the ASTD International Conference with 9,000 of our besties. I have been to conferences before, but I’m sure this will be the largest one. I’ve tried to pack my schedule with educational sessions so I don’t have to roam the Expo hall for too long. Because thousands of people also roaming the hall is not a happy-scene for me. I did promise my new co-worker that I’d hit up some booths for him. I plan on picking up some swag and then we can split the spoils when I get back to work on Thursday.
Bought the plants:
As you know, built out the first planter:
Hung out on the deck after planting:
Had burgers and spinach salad with edible flowers and strawberries for dinner:
Woke up and went to brunch with friends:
Today we finished setting up the second planter and put in a cucumber (you can just barely see it in the second planter):
Had tacos and burritos for lunch:
Then, took a rainy afternoon nap.
We went to the Maymont plant sale today and then made multiple trips to the big box for gravel and dirt/compost.
We like it so much that we have plans to set another one up. We already have a cucumber plant waiting to go in.
A bunch of these appeared in the yard this week:
I went around them with the lawn mower yesterday because there’s so little color in our yard (the house was built in 1932 how can there be no bulbs?!). Turns out they are weeds.
It’s OK that they are weeds. I may actually move them into a bed. I also spared some hyacinth that evidently originated in our neighbor’s back yard. They look terrible where they are now–like most escapees. I’ll be moving them for sure.
This morning I woke up feeling like someone had punched me in the jaw. It’s still sore. I’m wondering which of the three beings in this house did it. Probably Simon since he likes to stand on you and make small paw-sized bruises on various fleshy parts. I’m not sure how he could have stood on my face, but I’m blaming him until a better option comes along.
On Tuesday night, we went with a friend to see Amos Lee and Mutlu. I barely knew who Amos Lee was and Mutlu was a complete mystery. Turns out they are both amazing. We had a thoroughly good time except for the drunk bastards who were either sitting in the row with us and made us get up 57 times so they could pee and consume more alcohol or they were in front of us yucking it up over booze. My friend was ready to start stabbing people with the end of her umbrella.
It’s not that I don’t like to consume alcohol, but for crying out loud it was a Tuesday night and you don’t really need 14 beers to have a good time at a concert. As we were walking back to the car we said the music isn’t too loud yet, but we are old. Damn kids get off my lawn.
I finally replaced my work-in-the-yard shoes. They were an ancient pair of Reeboks (are those made anymore?) and not only had the rubber and plastic worn out, but they had also stiffened up so that my feet were seriously uncomfortable every time I wore them. Now I have a pair of KangaROOS (electrically purple). The shoelaces are about 40 feet long so clearly these shoes are meant for stylin’ and profilin’ but they were on sale and who can resist a shoe straight outta the 90s?
I also picked up a pair of Rocket Dog shoes that are a wacka-doodle paisley. I’m digging on these and now the Converse can go in the trash. Those things were seriously torn up inside and hurt various spots on my feet. I’m hard on shoes mostly because I wear them until they fall apart.
Amos Lee and his band killed this:
Mutlu cracked us up (but he can also really sing and writes some great tunes):
Did anyone watch the Katie Couric show today on organ donation? Know what? They totally mispronounced the doctor’s name and then it was like “well, Katie botched it so we all have to botch it”. Hear him say his own name