Polly has a thing about robins. There’s a pair nesting in the fir tree by my patio, and they’re bringing worms and bugs back and forth, so Polly’s been in a bit of snit. I don’t know if she hates the robins, or if she wants to be friends with them, or if she just wants them to magically fly into her mouth. Whatever it is, when she sees a robin, she makes the most amazing chattering sound. It’s half meow and half wacky-assed monkey bark. So all day today, as the robins were flitting back and forth and periodically landing in and around the patio, Polly would suddenly break into her very own call of the wild.
Category: My Garden
How Does Your Garden Grow?
German Iris
Rose Barlow
Coral Bells
Rose Barlow
Columbine
May Flowers
Making Lemonade
Some assberet stole some of the flower pots off my patio late last night. That would have been annoying enough, but he also dumped the dirt out of them and made an unholy mess. There are piles of dirt everywhere. One of the plants had become pot-bound though, and the dirt came out in one large chunk, complete with a tracery of roots around the outer edges. It’s kind of pretty.
The thief pretty much has to be someone from this apartment complex, because my patio can’t be seen from the street or sidewalk. The only people who would have known there were flower pots there would have been people who live here, because the only foot traffic along the back of the buildings is from residents walking their dogs. Nice to know that one of my neighbors is not only a thief but a slob, too. The least he could have done was dump the dirt under the tree or in the thicket, instead of throwing it all over my patio.













