Or the “Oso Acre Gazette’ as I sometimes call my rambling.
We hit 90℉ here a few days ago. New Mexico may be the “land of enchantment” but it is also the land of extremes. This morning we saw 26 degrees F. The one tender plant I dared to put out early was toast.
I have nevertheless gotten my solar shower bag out of storage. There is nothing quite like alfresco au naturel… Oh yes, soap, hot water and a view of the snow on the mountains. Last year I resorted to a lawn chair for this luxurious purge. This year I will stand. Does the good news ever end?
I continue to recommend spine surgery for absolutely everyone.
The curtain is rising on an expanded cast of birds up by my Buddha garden. The Humming Bird wars started weeks ago and today I WILL take the bird book up by the swing to identify new visitors. I am told one of them is a Rufus Towhee. A quick google confirms that. Kudos to Mel Avender for accuracy.
Mr. Little continues to age. He has always been an “eye hider”. He likes to sleep with his head under my bed. Recently he has begun wiggling deeper and deeper under the bed and getting stuck. His shrieks are frightening when he discovers he has worked himself into a trap old legs won’t extricate him from.
I put a couple of bricks a dog face distance in under the bed. I love that boy. His troubles make me sad. He still makes me smile. He has decided when we are outside he will go to the swing and wait for me in the shade. He knows when my labors are done that will be our “settle”.
In a yearly ritual I am a slave to my seeds. Seeds are an inexpensive way to garden but the watering can needs to travel to every pot everyday… They won’t germinate if they aren’t kept moist.
When my efforts pay off I will do a garden tour movie. That will be fun (for me at least ;-)) and the sound of my footsteps shuffling can be masked with a suitable Tango…