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la_belle_laideSo flowers are planted and fountains are fountaining and my brief vacation is dwindling quickly. It all went so slowly before Grandma's memorial, and then after that it started to whiz by. Which is just the opposite of what I expected.
The last few days it was in the 80's which is inSANE, but I loved it. Now it is back down to the 60's during the day and 40's at night. I already put most of my tropicals outside but I think they'll be okay. I did MAD yardwork. It always strikes me as funny how when women do it, it's "gardening" but when men do it, it's "yardwork." Well screw that, I did yardwork, it was physical work done in my yard. Not just planting flowers, but raking, cleaning, hauling dead Xmas trees (I leave it in the yard during the winter for the birds to nest in,) clearing out vines, and putting down tons of effing decorative rocks. This year, it seems like rocks are my answer to everything unsightly. They are cheap and easy like a 2 dollar ho.
Cherry trees are worth every goddamn penny. I bought two really cheap last year after they flowered (Home Depot just wants to move this stuff and they cut their prices ridiculously once the flowering is done; mono no aware* saved me a ton of cash, I swear, one of them was 36 dollars.)
I love to take pictures as you all know, but mostly I take them so that I can look back and go, "this time last year blah blah blah." A lot of gardeners do this, but I also do it for my own, oft-discussed neurotic reasons. It's weird because I look around now and think, "Everything's so greeeeeeen," (/Mel Brookes) but come summer I'll be looking at these photos and thinking how bare everything looked.
So for your (my) viewing pleasure:
Two ranunculous after the rain:
Trisky's garden:
Pendragon's garden:
Everyone always thinks of this as "the pond" but really my dog Cherry is buried under it:
She is long gone; I had her from when I was 5 until I was 20. She was an Irish Setter, and an all-around really good dog.
Nature will out, dude. Because do you guys remember what went on with that same pond last year? Wow, what a difference a year makes. Everything came back!
These were before the warm-wave:
(That's my Mom, obviously. :) The Boychild loves to see people juggling. Haku just wants to play with the ball.)
And before the bloom:
I hope she doesn't mind, but I love this picture of my gorgeous god(dess)daughter:
She was calling Haku over so it looks a little "what the hell is she doing?" but I think she looks beautiful.
This was last night:
Me and Lohi'au:
^_^ He's such a good bird. Well, most of the time. :)
Two crazy dogs:
NO DIGGING!
Uggh, so LJ crops those photos; I did not take them or crop them like that. Just so you know. ^_^;;
Umm, okay then I think I've picspammed you all enough. :)
So, here's the other thing going on. My Grandma had this little apartment as most of you know. It's just adorable and she was so ridiculously in love with it and happy there. It is right next to my kitchen. Well, so it's mine now; a wall has to come down to make a little door and then that's it. It's just, I don't know what to do with it. I feel like it's Grandma's house and I don't want to take that away. When my cousins moved into her old house, obviously she was still alive and she approved of everything they did with it. She loved the way they remodelled, the things they changed and added and how beautiful they made it. I guess I just hope that she would love whatever I do with her apartment, too, but it just feels weird, I can't put it into words.
I have a lot of ideas of what I will do with it and what I won't do with it. I think that everything she left to me should stay in there. It was her stuff. She loved her stuff. She also kept a garden or two or three outside too, which I will keep for her (with a little stone in there that someone, probably Chrissie, bought for her years ago that reads, "Grandma's Garden.") All of her little yard gnomes and garden fairies and crazy stuff like that.
I guess eventually I'll get a folding massage table in there, some bookshelves where I could put all the medical books (because even between trimesters they are freaking taking up so much space; they are HUGE,) and maybe I'll put my guzheng in there and my keyboard. I don't know; anything I think of just feels weird.
Well, that's today's neurosis.
In a few minutes I've got to go feed the dogs, feed myself (I was lazy and bought a ready-made stringbean + veggie dinner from Wild By Nature, it looks really delish!) and then eat, and then off to Kung Fu. A typical Spring Wednesday, always ending in something fun. :)
Oh! And I made a new icon. Isn't it cute? ^_^
*Mono no aware, the Japanese sensibility wherein things of beauty are fleeting and tend to trail off into nothingness: rainbows, cherry blossoms, moments in the sun or moonlight, poetic thoughts...
The last few days it was in the 80's which is inSANE, but I loved it. Now it is back down to the 60's during the day and 40's at night. I already put most of my tropicals outside but I think they'll be okay. I did MAD yardwork. It always strikes me as funny how when women do it, it's "gardening" but when men do it, it's "yardwork." Well screw that, I did yardwork, it was physical work done in my yard. Not just planting flowers, but raking, cleaning, hauling dead Xmas trees (I leave it in the yard during the winter for the birds to nest in,) clearing out vines, and putting down tons of effing decorative rocks. This year, it seems like rocks are my answer to everything unsightly. They are cheap and easy like a 2 dollar ho.
Cherry trees are worth every goddamn penny. I bought two really cheap last year after they flowered (Home Depot just wants to move this stuff and they cut their prices ridiculously once the flowering is done; mono no aware* saved me a ton of cash, I swear, one of them was 36 dollars.)
I love to take pictures as you all know, but mostly I take them so that I can look back and go, "this time last year blah blah blah." A lot of gardeners do this, but I also do it for my own, oft-discussed neurotic reasons. It's weird because I look around now and think, "Everything's so greeeeeeen," (/Mel Brookes) but come summer I'll be looking at these photos and thinking how bare everything looked.
So for your (my) viewing pleasure:
Two ranunculous after the rain:
Trisky's garden:
Pendragon's garden:
Everyone always thinks of this as "the pond" but really my dog Cherry is buried under it:
She is long gone; I had her from when I was 5 until I was 20. She was an Irish Setter, and an all-around really good dog.
Nature will out, dude. Because do you guys remember what went on with that same pond last year? Wow, what a difference a year makes. Everything came back!
These were before the warm-wave:
(That's my Mom, obviously. :) The Boychild loves to see people juggling. Haku just wants to play with the ball.)
And before the bloom:
I hope she doesn't mind, but I love this picture of my gorgeous god(dess)daughter:
She was calling Haku over so it looks a little "what the hell is she doing?" but I think she looks beautiful.
This was last night:
Me and Lohi'au:
^_^ He's such a good bird. Well, most of the time. :)
Two crazy dogs:
NO DIGGING!
Uggh, so LJ crops those photos; I did not take them or crop them like that. Just so you know. ^_^;;
Umm, okay then I think I've picspammed you all enough. :)
So, here's the other thing going on. My Grandma had this little apartment as most of you know. It's just adorable and she was so ridiculously in love with it and happy there. It is right next to my kitchen. Well, so it's mine now; a wall has to come down to make a little door and then that's it. It's just, I don't know what to do with it. I feel like it's Grandma's house and I don't want to take that away. When my cousins moved into her old house, obviously she was still alive and she approved of everything they did with it. She loved the way they remodelled, the things they changed and added and how beautiful they made it. I guess I just hope that she would love whatever I do with her apartment, too, but it just feels weird, I can't put it into words.
I have a lot of ideas of what I will do with it and what I won't do with it. I think that everything she left to me should stay in there. It was her stuff. She loved her stuff. She also kept a garden or two or three outside too, which I will keep for her (with a little stone in there that someone, probably Chrissie, bought for her years ago that reads, "Grandma's Garden.") All of her little yard gnomes and garden fairies and crazy stuff like that.
I guess eventually I'll get a folding massage table in there, some bookshelves where I could put all the medical books (because even between trimesters they are freaking taking up so much space; they are HUGE,) and maybe I'll put my guzheng in there and my keyboard. I don't know; anything I think of just feels weird.
Well, that's today's neurosis.
In a few minutes I've got to go feed the dogs, feed myself (I was lazy and bought a ready-made stringbean + veggie dinner from Wild By Nature, it looks really delish!) and then eat, and then off to Kung Fu. A typical Spring Wednesday, always ending in something fun. :)
Oh! And I made a new icon. Isn't it cute? ^_^
*Mono no aware, the Japanese sensibility wherein things of beauty are fleeting and tend to trail off into nothingness: rainbows, cherry blossoms, moments in the sun or moonlight, poetic thoughts...
