Tag Archives: hosta

Puppy Rule Infractions

16 Jul

I can’t keep up.  I swear Sky is a maniac!  To simplify, I’ve taken to just two rules:  Don’t kill anything; don’t destroy anything.

Sky (silly boy)

Lately he has:

  • eaten the remote control for the tv converter box
  • eaten his brand new big boy collar,

brand new collar in two pieces

  • stolen a zucchini from the counter and ate it
  • stolen an Anaheim chili pepper from the counter and tried to eat it
  • stomped on a cabbage in the garden killing it and later dragging it all over the yard to play with his kill,

chasing the frisbee (good boy)

  • caught and tossed toads in the air to play catch with himself
  • killed birds from my bird feeders (which are now empty until I get around to moving them)
  • rolled all over a dead bird in ripe mulberries,

mulberry stains and the plant leaf that he ripped off a plant

  • ate my hosta blooms

One of the lucky survivors–so far.

  • digs a hole whenever I use the garden hose

chilling under the deck

I’m pretty sure I’m leaving some things out.  He really needs to grow up soon.

I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s items at the top of my side bar.

Bugs and Blooms

28 Jun

It seems like you can’t photograph a flower without a bug on them, so I quit trying.  Here’s what’s blooming at Eden Hills right now.

day lily

day lily

bee balm

bee balm

sunflower

sunflower

bumblebee on bee balm

bumblebee on bee balm

admiral butterfly on alfalfa

admiral butterfly on alfalfa

nearly blooming hosta

nearly blooming hosta

day lily

day lily

admiral butterfly on alfalfa

admiral butterfly on alfalfa

sunflower and bugs

sunflower and bugs

some weird little spider that I don't know what kind it is

some weird little spider that I don’t know what kind it is on a lily

Yucca

Yucca

What’s blooming in your neck of the woods?

Sharing with Macro Monday, I Heart Macro, and Monday Mellow Yellows.

My Quirky Metabolism

13 Jul

I inherited this weird little thing from my grandpa.  Pain killers don’t work on me.  Now, the next person that tells me that pain killers don’t get rid of all the pain, I might have to slap because I mean they do nothing.  You might as well give me a sugar pill.

Hosta

When I was five-years old, the family dentist discovered this.  He noticed my hands tightly clasping the arms of the chair when he was filling a cavity.  After that, I got to go to Des Moines to a specialist who had laughing gas.  I love laughing gas.

Bee Balm

Bee Balm

When I was in 6th grade, I cut the tip off my finger, and they sewed it back on.  I did ask for one of my dad’s bullets to bite, but otherwise, I didn’t complain.  You have to be tough when pain killers don’t work.  That was the first time, but not the last,  that I had stitches without the area being deadened.

Mallow

They used morphine in the spinal when my son was delivered by C-section.  In the recovery room, the nurse pushed on my stomach and was amazed when I cringed in pain.  You’re not supposed to be able to feel that when you’re on morphine.

weed

I think my greatest feat in pain management was having two fatty cysts removed from the top of my head.  Of course, the doctor didn’t believe me that pain killers/deadeners don’t work, but I was prepared.  I managed to meditate through the procedure.  I do admit, I nearly lost it when she was cauterizing the incision, but I got it together and made it through.  No pain killer.

Queen Annes Lace

And I will say, it’s a majority that don’t work.  They removed a mole from my chin, and the deadener worked for that.  I was fine right after this toe surgery because the doctor gave a local shot to help with the pain until I got started on pain killers.  I walked on the surgical boot, and it was no big deal.  As it wore off, however, the pain killers they gave me did nothing.  So, I am on crutches.

Chicory

This is the most excrutatingly painful procedure I’ve ever had done.  I’m sure it’s because he had to do so much work in the joint.  I’ll be quite relieved when I can actually walk with the shoe again.

Chicory

Anyhow, that’s why I’ve been absent.  My wonderful son brought my computer out of my over-crowded office this morning, and I think I’m at a point that I can type and make sense.