Lots of wild characters have been rolling through the Patch this past week,
“Don’t take your water-pistols to town son”
Waterpistol Hickok and his wild gang rode through, trying to escape from the infamous bounty hunter twins:
“FastPaw” Kumo and his terrifying brother…
Billy “The Ghoul” Hindlegs.
I lost sight of the pursuit in the midst of this blue mist flower,
the puffs of gunshot smoke blending in with the fuzzy brown seed heads.
Feather grasses have had haircuts, beds mulched, large amounts of seaweed and fish emulsions administered. There is not much more to do in preparation for our annual three month tour of garden duty on Mars except perhaps to prepare a couple of emergency iced turbans and some breathing apparatus for when I do have to venture out.
(lots of prodding)…
Based on his rather parched expression,
the recent thunderstorms and moisture came a little too late for this poor anole, yet another Pompeii Patch victim.
Don’t even think about it Bear.
Moving quickly along:
A break or two in the weather has been a most welcome reprieve this week.
The thunder storms greened up the hoja santa almost immediately. I would construct a small platform underneath these plants to hang out on,
but sadly by the time these plants reach this size, so do Texas mosquitoes.
These developing satsumas are also looking a lot less parched.
If it holds all of its fruit we will have a good crop in the fall.
I crave sushi when it is hot out, and this restaurant serves up some rather nontraditional fare. My waitress was very diligent, the only complaints I had was that the sake bottle and glass were filthy and I found the expression on my tako just a little too jovial.
On departing restaurants,
we always have the obligatory “got to find the spearmint” kerfuffle, (we all prefer them).
I always put on a despondent “I cannot believe they are doing this” look to the front of house staff, but secretly I am rooting for their quest to succeed.
Staying on a confectionery note…
Bubblegum Alley , a 70-foot long, 15-foot high landmark in San Luis Obispo, CA.
“Did he say Bubblegum Alley?”
Uninspirational image of the week:
This is a typical look for my steed at the end of an install.
I enjoy cleaning out pickup beds about as much as I do picking up leaves out of planting beds or trying to extract that tiny patch of Bermuda grass at the base of my barrel cactus.
What is your most horrific and miserable gardening chore?
Stay Tuned for:
“All Over the Map”
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