There's Maurice, aka Scratch, aka Scratchy, aka The Hell Bitch.
She was sweet today, though, and followed me around as I did yard work. I think this is when I like Maurice best- when we are outside together and just hanging out, her pretending we're simply in the same places by sheer coincidence, me wearing gloves so that if I decide to pet her and she turns on me and tries to bite my hand off, I have some protection. I say "some" protection because she can draw blood through a glove, no problem and has done before.
But today things were peaceful between us. I picked up downed branches and twigs and she helpfully pointed more out for me. I swear, I think she did this on purpose. I was about to pick up one quite large branch but had to wait while she she walked the length of it as delicately as a ballet dancer following the spotlight in toe shoes.
Besides picking up branches and hauling them to the burn pile, I pulled some of the rice paper plants which I used to find attractive but now find horrific as they, like almost everything else I did not plant in this yard, have taken over like the spawn of King Kong. And they become rather immense, not to mention the fact that when you pull them they let go of some sort of plant dust (I don't even think it's pollen) that causes the puller to choke and cough.
I swear. I'm about to give up on all of it. I can't stay on top of the invasives and that's all there is to it. I did discover that the Trillium is not only up but is also blooming.
So lovely. And so very shy and well-behaved.
Which is completely the opposite of the Crocosmia which I bitch about every year and pull every year and which has already made its presence known and known and known and known here in my yard.
See all those lily-like blades glowing in the sun? That's them. I spent hours pulling most of what you see there. I pulled three-quarters of a large garden cart-full of them. Guess what? It won't fucking matter. They'll be back. I know I didn't get the corms of all of them and besides that, there were plenty of those little buggers that haven't sprouted yet.
Sometimes I think that I'm going to be spending the rest of my years on this planet trying to keep the invasive plants down to a reasonable level and for what? FOR WHAT?
And today was already a day of despair to be honest.
As I walked around the yard picking up this, pulling out that, I saw so much that needs to be done. The Confederate Jasmine (which I admit I planted) needs its annual severe cut-back and that's such a messy, yucky job. The plant oozes a sticky white sap when it's cut and untangling the vines of it can make you crazy. That's an entire day's project. The Glory Bower is another invasive I can't possibly keep up with. What started out as a curious (to me) looking plant in one tiny part of the side yard that had a lovely purple/pink bloom has become my mortal enemy. I had a feeling that might happen when I noticed the same plant growing beside a restaurant we used to eat at frequently. It had completely covered at least an acre of a vacant lot and I got a little shiver of fear. Wasn't long after that when I noticed that it was popping up everywhere in my yard.
And I, stupidly, pulled and pulled it and dumped the plants in one spot next to the garage where there is now a forest of them.
Also? It stinks. Literally.
Now I dump the ones I pull on the burn pile which upsets my husband because there's not enough "accelerant" as he calls it, in the world to burn the fuckers. They just smother the fire.
And that reminds me that I have now seen the truly dangerous fireweed in places in the yard where I've never seen it before.
So. I spent an entire day, which was truly a glorious day with a clear sky and cool temperatures, cursing and swearing and bemoaning my fate, wishing I had a tiny house at the beach where nothing grows except for possibly a palm tree or a sea grape or herbs and flowers in pots.
Oh wait. I just remembered sandspurs which do actually grow at the beach and which have tormented me my entire life in Florida.
So much for that idea.
I did just go shut the chickens up and the full moon rising almost knocked me to my knees. Although I am not sure, I don't think that global climate change is going to fuck the moon up. It may be wreaking havoc on our environment on both personal and universal levels but that moon- she's there. I imagine that she's looking down on us with amused disdain but she's going to be just fine.
And I want to add one more thing- I got the sweetest card in the real mail from Charlotte in Texas and that was absolutely the most positive, purely good thing that happened today.
Thank-you, Charlotte. I have shared your message with Steve Reed.
Oh wait! Here's my first crocheted potholder. I feel as if I have now reentered childhood.
Isn't that ridiculously cheerful and childlike?
Yes. Yes it is.
Go look at the moon if that's a possibility.
only you would put a scalloped edge on a pot holder. and yes today was lovely here too. I got one fairly large flower bed weeded and wandered the yard digging up or pulling up sowthistle, clover, hay grass, and cleaver and it's a useless endeavor as it all just multiplies no matter how much I pull up. I have piles of weeds all over this property but I'm not picking it up til tomorrow.ReplyDelete
Why shouldn't a potholder have a scalloped edge? I'm doing this for fun, not for practicality except in terms of it preventing my hands getting burned. You know me, Ellen!Delete
I'm trying to make myself get out there and prune the jasmine. It's another beautiful day.
no reason at all. it just struck me as funny.Delete
It IS funny!Delete
And I like the way you went around the corner with one scallop, rather than squeezing two into that end stitch.ReplyDelete
I'm just winging it here. I don't really know what I'm doing.Delete
The moon is wonderful tonight. I studied it for ages as it rose dramatically over the roofs opposite.ReplyDelete
Your potholder is exactly right. I approve this potholder.
Thank you, Boud! It's silly but it's fun.Delete
I saw the moon when I opened the door to let the dogs out to pee. It was beautiful!ReplyDelete
And I'm okay with the snow covering the yard if it means I don't have to deal with plants from hell that you have to deal with.
I've picked up knitting crocheting again this past year. It's nice and relaxing. I like the colors for your potholder.
I like the colors too!Delete
And yes- if we would get a really good hard freeze some of these plants would at least get knocked back.
It's the joy of being a gardener Ms Moon, just think how boring life might be if you ever got round to finishing all the jobs that need doing in the garden. I find pottering in the garden good for the soul. Best wishes Willy WombatReplyDelete
The problem is- this isn't exactly pottering. It's hard damn work! And I'm getting old!Delete
But yes, I take your meaning for sure and I understand.
Your cat looks exactly like my son's cat and it's a nasty little bugger too. He's ok with them but anyone else - just watch out. Must be something about redheads!ReplyDelete
Maybe Maurice is a manifestation of all your Rage.ReplyDelete
If so, I am a far angrier person than I even imagined.Delete
She's something else, alright. I'm DYING to know what an animal communicator could find out from her!Delete
I had two small pot holders that belonged to my mom. She belonged to a local group of women who called themselves, "The Rockcreek Lady's Club." They made the pot holders to raise money for some cause they deemed very important at the time and which I have no recollection of at this late date so many years later. But I loved those pot holders, they were about 6 to 7 inches square and made of fabric sewn to some sort of filler. They were very light and extremely effective.ReplyDelete
Dirty, I made the mistake of washing them. Oh well.
Full moon last night behind the clouds, big light shining up there. Fun
And I'm still using potholders that my mother-in-law made many years ago! A good potholder is a thing of great beauty in its utility!ReplyDelete
Wasn't it a nice moon?
The cat is so gorgeous, Orange cats are just that way I think. We had one - so cranky he was the only cat who never went to the vet for any reason other than kitten shots. He was a big NOPE. Tending your garden is a world unto itself. Many books could be written! I am sure you will get to that soon, right after you have made enough potholders and gone to Cost co with the babies...ReplyDelete
Oh god. I wouldn't consider taking Maurice to the vet unless she was unconscious. I had a cat once who was so strong and fierce that they couldn't do an exam on him. I said, "That's okay. He's obviously healthy."Delete
My yard is a damn world unto itself. I wish it had revealed some of its evil secrets before they got so obvious.
Live and learn.
It is comforting to think that no matter what happens, the moon is constant. Or at least, relatively so.ReplyDelete
I love your pot holder! And yes, Charlotte's message was terrific.
Do you think your plants may be even more overgrown than usual because you didn't get hard freezes this year? (Or did you? I can't remember.) A good freeze tends to level everything back, for both good and ill.
Yes- I DO very much think that the invasives are getting more and more invasive because of climate change. We haven't had a real deep freeze in years.Delete