Monday, August 8, 2011
I just had to take a picture of the crab-apples. They are just
so perfect on the tree.
I walked around this morning to try and get some pictures of my
sunflowers, but they are so sad, all doubled over almost to the ground,
because of the weight of the seeds. The others that I looked at were
almost picked clean by the finches that stay out there all day and eat.
I suppose there are English sparrows but what I see most are the finches.
While I was out there though a flock of parrots flew in and started eating.
They are so jumpy. They saw me and bit off some heads of the sunflowers and
flew off to other trees to enjoy breakfast.
So I walked around and took pictures of pumpkins. I hadn't noticed before,
but I have quite a large crop of white one. I only got one or two last year before
those yukky stink bugs got them. I have had the Department of Agriculture here
setting traps since the spring and I have my pest control spraying so I haven't seen
them like last year. I really hate doing that so much, but If I didn't stop it here
it might go on to other farms. I had a huge infestation of them last year, that after
the garden was plowed under they moved to the trunks of my fruit trees. There were
so many it looked like I had put red fur coats on the trunks.
I have some really nice Cinderella pumpkins. I hope they get lots
The white ones look like they might have cross bred with the Cinderella pumpkins as
they seem to be getting flatter. I planted a blue kind of pumpkin but I haven't found
any of those yet.
This is a bigger orange Cinderella and It looks like it will be a nice
I have some vines starting to die and these are visible now.
I didn't know they were there. These are perfect for my grand kids.
They are not as small as a Jack-be-Little and not as big as a regular pumpkin.
So they will be able to come out here and get their own pumpkins to take home.
If I never grew a garden again, I think I would always grow pumpkins. Well, and
I woke up today and it was hot and muggy. But walking out in the garden I can see
that everything is tired and ready for fall too. Just hint on the breeze, was
the smell of fall. The quiet touch of a memory that makes me dream of fires in the fireplace, and reading
as the wind blows and blusters.
Then I snap to and know that today is not that day, it is Monday of course and my to do
list is longer than my arm.
Have a lovely Monday,