This is peculiar. Most of our yard is melting in ways that make sense. the shady spots going more slowly than the sunny ones.
Then, there’s this.
This spot got a big pile of yard trash piled up that was, eventually, burned. When nothing filled it in quickly, I sprinkled it with (bought) garden soil and wildflower seeds. We’re waiting to see what comes back from that with great anticipation.
Is it the composting effect of what grew there this summer that is causing the ring?
I’ll be asking Taylor about that next Wednesday after our Pruning class.
Kae Audhild wrote a review of a very attractive birdfeeder this morning and I didn’t want to fill up her Comments with my thoughts on the subject. So, here we are.
There was a fairly short period in Vash’s life when he liked to wander at night. I started leaving a dish of kibble out for him on a table by the kitchen window. He eventually decided that inside with snuggles was better than whatever he’d been getting up to. He was neutered. So, it wasn’t that.
Because of the kibble dish, we got to see a possum up close. And, one snowy day, a pair of cardinals were glad to find a snack. That inspired us to get a feeder.
Unfortunately, we have particularly greedy squirrels living in our back trees and they could clean out a feeder in half a day, leaving nothing for the birds. I was bitching about it and someone told that there are such things as effective squirrel proof feeders. I investigated and found that Squirrel Busters are highly rated.
They aren’t cheap. But, they hold up well and they really do work. The springs in ours have lasted for over a decade and are still going strong. Bonus has been watching them frustrate fat squirrels.
We have 2 small feeders on the front stoop and a larger one off the back patio. Chuck tried a different brand in the front, briefly. But a bear mangled it. It still works. But it isn’t as springy as the other 3. So, it has become our reserve bird feeder for times of particularly bad weather. Like now when we have 4 inches of snow on the ground.
We started with all-purpose bird seed that had sunflower seeds, thistles and millet. There was probably other stuff, too. But, it’s been a while I don’t remember what all was in it. It looked like the birds that came, in the early days, threw out the millet to get to the good stuff. They may have eaten some. But it didn’t look like it. They absolutely flung it out. And then it sprouted in the flower bed underneath it.
So, we switched to millet-free, which means all of one thing because all bird seed mixtures seem to have millet in them. And frankly, I think of it as filler.
In our area, if you are going to get single seeds, your choices are thistles, safflower or sunflower. Thistles are only attractive to a limited variety of birds and, while we like those birds, they bypassed the thistles when the other option that we used for the rest of the crowd was available. So, no thistles. Also, the woodpeckers have preferred seeds to meal worm blocks. So, we stopped bothering with that, too.
We tried safflower seeds and they are messy. There’s a kind of papery skin on the seeds that got left all over the place. They’re cheaper than sunflower seeds. But, not enough cheaper to be worth the constant clean up.
Obviously unshelled sunflower seeds cost less. But, you’re getting less actual food. So, of course they do. AND they sprout. If feral sunflowers make you happy, they’re great. If you don’t want random sunflowers popping up around your yard, they can be annoying. (Chuck mowed around ours and it was pretty, but not our intention.)
Sunflower hearts and/or chips don’t sprout. Everybody loves them. They don’t leave a mess on the stoop or patio. What gets dribbled by slovenly finches gets cleaned up by doves and juncoes. And I can get big bags at the farm store for slightly less than $2/lb., which means I don’t have to go shopping for seeds very often.
As with all things, YMMV. You may not have greedy squirrels that don’t share with other creatures. Your woodpeckers may really like meal worms better than sunflower seeds. You may have enough wind to blow safflower skins off your porch or your feeders may be conveniently hung where it doesn’t matter. This is what works for us.
So….. I got happy with myself about the fig I have rooting in the pot. Aaaaand I watered it and took the baggie off of it.
That was not a good idea. The largest leaf died and one of the the side shoots started to dry up.
I put the baggie back over it and it seems to be recovering.
It’s sitting in the kitchen window with the baggie back over it, now. It will stay there, with its baggie, until my friend is ready to take responsibility for it.
Several years ago, I was driving toward Pittsboro, taking a country road rather than a highway. As I was going about 45 mph (because White Cross Road at the county line is fairly twisty), I saw a tall grotesque looking over the bushes. As I drew even with it, I spotted its partner. They appeared to guarding the entrance to a drive, which had a chain across it.
“Tom Krenitsky’s garden is actually located in Chatham County, but the address is Whitecross Road, Chapel Hill, NC. The name “Krensica Arboretum” is engraved in granite at the entrance. The 83-acre (34-ha) landscaped garden on rolling hills showcases natural stone outcrops, vistas, a creek, two ponds, statuary, a walled garden and plenty of magnolias. Since Tom is a keen amateur magnolia breeder, you will see the results of his efforts, including many hybrids with Magnolia tamaulipana.”
You can see magnolia trees behind the brush growing along the road, if you know to look for them.
When I was married to my second husband, we went to a big antique and general junk festival. Spawn found an old, worn out, plastic guitar that had 4 of the 6 strings still attached. It was a buck. I rolled my eyes and bought it for them.
Some time later, they were playing with it and wouldn’t go to bed. I took it away and, in putting it down too fiercely for old, worn out plastic, shattered it. They were devastated. I groveled in apology. I did not intend to break it. I didn’t realize it was so fragile.
I have felt like a shit mom about that ever since.
About a decade later, they started playing in earnest. There was some school band with piano, trumpet and coronet in there between those events. Enough to learn to read music.
Every 5 years, the company I worked for gave me a present via a catalogue that I got to pick from. I have received a glass vase (5), a double strand pearl bracelet (10), a leather carry on (15), rings (20, 25, 30) and a Solo Stove (35) (that I gave to my sister. because there was nothing in the catalogue that appealed to me).
Last week, I got the catalogue to pick out a retirement gift.
Spawn got an acoustic Fender.
They remembered the event with the little plastic guitar and said this has definitely made up for it.