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Name: Ruby (aka lynn)
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, Jazz, Custom Sewing, Gardening
Expertise: Gardener, Vegetarian Cooking
Occupation: Creating custom fabric shades
Industry: Serving people with too much m
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
12/30/2006
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| The weather much the same as the week before. This morning I went to my
mother's house, a ten-minute walk across the bridge up the road to her
house while my bread was rising. I pruned the azaleas(by hand, one
branch at a time) in front of her house, so they would not intrude on
the walk and so they would not intrude the paths of taller people .
That for an hour untill I had to walk home to make my bread into rolls
and eat my lunch. But before I could get my rolls in the oven, Gerry
the Landlord showed up sweating profusely to ask me again why my
furnace is forgetting to heat the water in that tank.I think it's
electical, I replied. I walked back to my
mother's place around 2:30, did the pruning and more, then had to be
subjected to Hooking up the Sprinkler with her. There was a serious
leak where two hoses were joined(yes, some washers were missing), but
when Herself dragged a replacement out of the garage I had to explain
that this new hose had two female ends so, no, we can't use it.
Finally, at last, I did abandon her with that and I'm certain that my
mother managed it perfectly but I had to get home to bag my
bread, get it in the fridge/freezer. Then Yes...into the creek where i
soaked myself and shushed back and forth until satisfied that these
sweet waters had cooled me.
The hemmerocallis has been the most reliable flower in my gardens. I have thoroughly enjoyed every one of their performances!
After being cooled by the creek I got on Rosa's computer (she's in
North Carolina, in a beach house, watching for a hurricane).
I request rain.
It's really hot up here on the second floor so I'm not going to read anyone....I'll do that later in the week.
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| We have another beautiful day but we desperately need rain. Yesterday I found a baby robin in front of the entrance to my work. It must have been stolen from it's nest, then dropped there. It's in a birdcage in my bedroom window, in a nest of grass. I dig earthworms from the compost pile and pick the small red berries from the honeysuckle bushes in the back yard to feed her. I suppose I'll have to take her to work with me; she's ready to eat every half-hour. Has anybody else done this? | | |
| The peas are dwindling. The morning glories have quickly located the climbing apparatus left by their predecessors and are headed for the roof. They are red this year. The hemmerocallis are outdoing themselves, splashing gobs of color all through my gardens. Yesterday the family got together in my mother's garden to celebrate her 84th birthday. There were at least twenty-four of us but there was enough food and wine and beer to serve another twenty-four. And although we were threatened with rain all day, not a drop fell on our festivities and the sun showed itself finally around three o'clock. For a while cousin Darryl, my niece Sarah and her step-son Seth and I played croquet in a large bumpy patch of grass between the gardens. I would have prefered to be shooting pool. | | |
| Yesterday was a beautiful first day of summer, especially in my garden after noon. Plants to move, pruning and browning my self in the sun reading the Atlantic. I notice very few pollinators, even though I have lots of flowering going on. This is disturbing. I would like feedback on that. And does anyone see honey bees? | | |
| I also find the rust spots on the shasta daisy and some of my pea plants. Maybe Mr. Solberg will read this and suggest a remedy.
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