Well, I had a most satisfactory visit with my new physician yesterday. Having a doctor who's younger than my eldest child is a bit disconcerting, but she seems more than competent and is definitely a sweet-natured little thing. I probably could have bullied her out of ordering a mammogram, had I tried. I haven't endured that particularly nasty form of torture for a very long time and I'm certainly not looking forward to the procedure, but I guess it's for my own good. She also ordered some blood work which I don't mind, and prescribed a topical therapy for my poor old knees. It was expensive, but seems to provide some relief. Apparently, the effects get better with time. I hope so. I hobble around like a 90-year old.
I didn't get my planter potted up yesterday, so I did that this morning before I went to the farm. This is the first time I've started flowers from seed. Usually I buy strong, healthy annuals from local nurseries. Mine look pretty spindly. I'm sure they'll fill in quickly, but I'm an impatient old woman.
I tidied up my holding bed. I don't know how I managed to double plant one row, but I corrected that by moving some clumps of irises to a different area. Then I moved more volunteer sunflowers into a second row and planted more seeds. It's strange how one's tastes change. There was a time when I thought sunflowers were coarse, ugly plants. Now my only problems with them are (a) that I need big heavy vases complete with rocks in the bottom to ensure they don't topple over; and (b) that they drop pollen like crazy, leaving a yellow mess on my tables. But I love their cheerful faces enough to bring them inside on a regular basis. I plan to plant some more tomorrow. They're great for attracting bees early on, and blue jays later. I also planted a row of calendulas for cutting later on. What curious seeds!
Speaking of birds, I must comment on their particular dislike of me. Kindly old ME, who never does harm to any of them! We have tons of resident barn swallows. Now, I admire and value those voracious little supersonic flyers, ( Their aerial acrobatics are a sight to behold and each one eats about 850 mosquitoes per day.) but do they return my affection? NOT!! They dive-bomb me on a regular basis, and I KNOW that this chubby old body doesn't resemble a mosquito in the least! Barn swallows are not alone in their aversion for me. My mom feeds hummingbirds all summer. Whenever I visit, one of my chores is to refill and rehang the feeders. You'd think those miniature helicopters would be grateful, but no. They, too, reward my generosity by using my head for target practice, swooping up and away at the last possible moment. The blue jays sit atop my sunflowers in the fall and scold me mercilessly while gorging on the seeds. Surely, they ought to be grateful that I plant their feast. Only our robins seem to have any regard for me at all, and then only when I've turned the soil and they've grabbed a hapless worm or two.
After I played with my flower plants and seeds, I turned my attention to the veggie bed again and got a row of wax beans and a row of Royal Burgundy beans planted before heading home. There's frost in the forecast tonight. Can't the weatherman read the calendar? It's June, for heaven's sake! I'll have to be up before the crack of dawn tomorrow to spray down some of my tender plants.
Enough ranting and raving for one evening! Happy gardening, everyone.
Jun 3, 2009 | 6:22 PM PST
Mudpie since you and I are the same age give or take a few months we can be glad we are still able to get out and hobble. I do pretty well outside, it is when I come in and sit a spell that I begin to hobble around. Great blog, happy gardening again tomorrow. LB
Jun 3, 2009 | 7:10 PM PST
Birds are such funny creatures. I feed them and love them, but they are afraid of me. They do not come to the feeder if I am outside. I must be inside and far enough from the window they can't tell I am there...it really is amazing sometimes how little they care that you feed them.
Jun 3, 2009 | 7:55 PM PST
Hello,I hope you are resting after dodging birds LOL I went on a road trip for the week-end and when I returned my feeders were empty so I refilled them and cleaned the bird bath and ended up planting a few things in the area of the bird feeders and as I was planting I could hear a couple of birds chirping and before I finished it sounded like they were planning an attack so I finally looked up and said ok I'm finished and I'm going inside. I love to feed them and watch them it was like they were telling me to get in the house LOL
Jun 4, 2009 | 5:41 AM PST
Mockingbirds,UGH! I'm convinced that they spend their nights plotting against me and planning their next attack. It's like a game. I ease out of the door and try to spot them before they spot me, but they always seem to have the edge. Just when I think I'm good to go they will come out of nowhere, swoop down towards my head and screech. I KNOW they are going to do it and it still scares me every time!