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Tom Coburn is a Big Fat Jerk


Home of the Barking Moonbat


Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Runaway Guard Turkeys

And I don't mean Bush and Co.

These lovely girls have been causing a racket and raising all kinds of cain out front. Don't know where they came from --- don't care. Maybe if I feed them well enough, they'll take over guard duties here so my pups can claim their rightful place as permanent fixtures on the divan.



Sunday, December 18, 2005

2006 Garden

Despite the hell that is grading, I managed to start planning next year's garden. Come spring, I'll finally be getting the elderberries in the ground, meaning those skirting about half my land can be left entirely to the birds and beasts of the forest. I'll also be putting another grape in, bring the total to six in the grape arbor area which will --- fingers crossed --- finally have a brick patio area completed by summer.

I'll also be planting clumping bamboo over in that area for a privacy screen. That's my favorite part of the yard --- shaded by a huge oak, cool in the summer, peaceful and quiet. I have twin oaks on the other side of the yard area, but I haven't quite figured that out yet, although I do know many of the echinacea will be moved to that area next year.

Hopefully, the trees will be ready to plant, as well --- but I don't think so. I have a volunteer oak and a volunteer hickory that I'm nursing along --- they're about five inches tall and I spend a lot of time praying nothing gets to them first. I also have two pecans and three hickories (both 3 years old), a catalpa, a bur oak and a red maple. I think they might need another year or so before I officially plant them --- but we'll see. Maybe. My goal is to have all the weed trees out of here in ten years (yea, it's going to take that long) and replaced by "good" native trees --- hickories, pecans, a variety of oaks. I'm debating whether to plant a live oak --- they are native, but rare.

Lots of shrubs --- especially lots of lilac.

The rest:

Loofah, of course, but this year, for eating. I have enough scrubbies to last for years and everyone is getting a nice one for Christmas. I've been collecting loofah recipes for months and am excited about finally spending the summer chowing down on them. It'll be a feast for not only the bees and hummingbirds, but me.

Lemon grass in a container. Never tried it before but I have to have it. I don't think it will do very well when temps go below 40, though, so it will have to stay in a container.

Italian parsley again. I plan to make it a permanent crop, as it certainly looks like it's a perennial in this climate. Woah. Fresh picked parsley mid-winter is a definite treat.

Basil, of course.

Edible nasturtiums.

Patio tomatoes and Cherokee purples. I'm tempted to do the heirloom Romas again --- they have no taste mid-summer. But they're prolific and seem to get a good taste at the end of the season. I'm still feasting on some I picked green before the first freeze, and they're very, very good.

More echinacea and thyme. And birdhouse gourds again and Lion's Ear, of course, despite what a monstrosity they are. But the hummingbirds are crazy for them.

The trash dude is giving me a bunch of raspberries. Unbelievable, but he's got some variety which loves the heat. That's extraordinary --- so, in exchange for giving him a bunch of loofah last year, he's giving me raspberry bushes. Nice trade, huh?

Leaf amaranth --- I've never tried it before, but am very interested.

I have a kit from Monarch Watch with milkweed and interesting goodies. I haven't figured out where all of it will go, but I'm working on it.

And that's all I know so far. I haven't decided which flowers to go with. The Indian Peace Pipe was pretty good, but the bees and hummingbirds just weren't THAT crazy about it. Moonflowers, definitely and, of course, wild poinsettia.

But this is where I'm starting. We'll see where it goes from here.


The graing was over Friday. I managed to get it done and get the grades turned in.

And some were frighteningly horrible and awful and some were better than my wildest expectations and the plagiarist was the only one thank god because this year I spent nearly two weeks warning them although one other person came close.

So I got the grades turned in Friday afternoon --- then got sick as a dog late Friday night, which is how I spent most of yesterday. Very very woozy.

So I crashed out last night and didn't wake up until just a few minutes ago. I was having the best dream, too --- about beatniks and wild 1950's style art and big city downtowns and hepcats.

I also had the best idea when waking up about where to move the bed and what to put on top of it and how to get around the fact that it already stands like 4' tall.

In any case, this was the worst grading yet. I spent from Wednesday night until Friday straight grading and I'm paying for it now.