Almost noon and
it's 88˚ with 63% humidity, real feel 98˚. I spent the past two and
a half days deep watering, moving the hose every half hour or so. Did
some hand watering this morning while it was overcast which gave way to partly sunny, spread the
last bag of mulch around the rest of the azaleas, something I should
have done months ago, picked up the last couple of plies of
deadheaded purple coneflowers and trundled the garden cart over to
the burn pile and dumped it all on the still smoldering mound of ash
left from when Marc torched it early last week after that huge branch
fell off the native pecan tree. It wouldn't surprise me if the next
time I went over there the new debris had caught fire. And that was enough of doing outside.
Marc is in Hell
aka the shop starting to make the molds for the heron box.
I have 10 coats
of latex on the split log, 2 more to go at least.
This one will be
hard to support for pouring the wax into so I think I will probably
get some of that plaster coated gauze bandage stuff and cut it into
strips, soak it in water, and apply it to the outside of the latex
mold to give it some support and strength, like a cradle. I don't
have high hopes of finding it here in this little town so I'll
probably have my daughter pick some up for me and bring it when they
come out next weekend.
They've been out
pretty regularly lately as they are buying a manufactured home to be
put on their unimproved 5 acres on the other side of town so they're
clearing more of the land and building up the pad for the house to be
put on.
They had the well drilled a couple of years ago but still
need a septic system and electricity brought in but they're ready to
move out of the city and especially ready to move out of the house
they are renting and stop paying that high rent.
I got a surprise package yesterday. My brother who lives in Washington state bought and set up some beehives a couple of years ago, the fancy kind where once the bees have made enough honey you just turn on the spigot and the honey flows out. He's never gotten any honey because the bees he buys have never survived the winter so he buys new bees in the spring but this year a wild colony moved into one of the empty beehives bringing their honey with them so for the first time he got to turn that spigot and he sent some to Pam and I. I poured it out of the cute little jar he sent it in into something more user friendly. It's lighter in color and has a different flavor than the local honey I buy here.
Joanne asked me
about the flowers in the last pic on my previous post. It's a bridal
bouquet plumeria. The leaves are shaped differently, sort of spade
shaped and the branches grow straight up. I have several but this
particular one just shoots up getting really tall before it blooms.
I've cut this one back more than once in an attempt to get it to be
shorter. It was already scraping the ceiling of the garage when I
brought it in for the winter last fall. I don't know what I'm going
to do about it this year. Pull it out of the pot and lay it down I
guess. It will have to go in the ground next spring. Just to give you an idea how tall it is, the shorter crown of foliage is 3 or 4 inches taller than I am and I'm 5'4".
