Tuesday, June 2, 2009
The Garden is Leaping.
The stairs are finished. I didn't shut the door because I haven't painted it yet, shame. I won about putting in the old mailbox up here, it's yard art, in my opinion. Other opinions around here is it's hoakie. I don't care I got my way!
The transplants in their happy bliss, they don't seem to have been affected at all, being dug up at the wrong time of year and all.
I don't think my camera is catching the size changes well, these plants have grown about 6 inches in 2 days, unbelievable.
This is what I call a riot of color. When I first came to the south I tried to plant a garden similar to my friend Debbie's at Wisteria and Roses. When we lived in the same town she taught me a lot about roses. Like I've said before I planted 36 the first year. Roses don't like heat and humidity. Watermelons like heat and humidity. Plants that have bright colors like heat and humidity, like these lilies and purple sage. You know "when in Rome do as the Romans do," has some truth to it when it comes to gardening.
Do you recall my lovely Easter out door dining room for alfresco meals?
And my idea for a large table? Yes this is the same area. How long ago was Easter? Only a few short weeks? Seems like an eternity when my eyes gaze upon this. Maybe I should go paint the door, it must be in the high 90's today. To paint and sweat?
Or read and blog?
Just to add a little humor to your day.
Kayla is no longer working at the Greek restaurant. They were not kind to her. One of the two cooks a deranged mental patient kept cussing her out, we were not happy about that.
She is also not the type of person to move around at a fast pace. One time in a rush she managed to get both her hands on the grill, ouch. she also slipped and sprawled onto the floor, not good.
They fired her. My poor baby was pretty hurt. After soothing her hurt feelings and building her back up I made a comment about how some people in different cultures behave in different ways. She had been talking about how crabby the two different cooks were, one the cussing son, and another a sweaty old woman. I said ,"Well Kayla she is Greek!"
Kayla replied, "She's not Greek she's Presbyterian."
Seriously, it runs in the family, we have Clairol in our brains.