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I may or may not be back at Blogger.

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renovation

For the last two weeks my work place has been undergoing a total renovation. Ceilings, floors, walls and everything in between. I have been dreading it, anticipating disruption and delays. This outside company was supposed to start on July 7. They started on July 7. They were supposed to finish on July 18. They finished on July 19. And in between these guys were just wonderful: They were pleasant, accommodating and professional. I felt sorry for these seven people: They worked from 7am (I know because it fell to me to be there and let them) until 7pm (I know because it fell to me to be there and lock up after they left.)
Before they left they had moved everything back to its’ original place and clean up ever inch of construction/destruction debris. The place looks wonderful! They told me they were on to Philly next.Tomorrow I’m going to write the company’s owner (he was on site for a few days) and tell him how impressed I was his employees’ work. I hope they’re well paid

Out of Our Heads

I like this Sheryl Crow anti-war song

Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kD1XLJSu1Po


"Out Of Our Heads"
Lyrics: Bottrell/Crow Music: Bottrell

If you feel you wanna fight me
There's a chain around your mind
When something is holding you tightly
What is real is so hard to find
Losing babies to genocide
Oh where's the meaning in that plight
Can't you see that we've really bought into
Every word they proclaimed and every lie, oh
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Someone's feeding on your anger
Someone's been whispering in your ear
You've seen his face before
You've been played before
These aren't the words you need to hear
Through the dawn of darkness blindly
You have blood upon your hands
All the world will treat you kindly
But only the heart can understand, oh understand
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
Every man is his own prophet
Oh every prophet just a man
I say all the women stand up, say yes to themselves
Teach your children best you can
Let every man bow to the best in himself
We're not killing any more
We're the wisest ones, everybody listen
'Cause you can't fight this feeling any more, oh anymore
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart
If we could only get out of our heads, out of our heads
And into our hearts
Children of Abraham lay down your fears, swallow your
Tears and look to your heart

Dead fetus bird

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So after work today I go out to fill the birdbath with fresh water and I see this: A Dead Fetus Bird in the BirdBath. My question is: How did it get there? Tis a puzzlement.

gardening

A reply to blu's comment on the post below.


Since my garden’s pretty well established—except for the plants I dig and divide, or move—it takes some time in the early spring to cut off the dead foliage, fertilize and apply new mulch, but other than that I don’t do too much except care for the few container plants (which I water weekly during the very hot weather.)
I mostly pick plants that do well in this zone so I do not water, I let Mother Nature do that. This time of year I only spend about one hour a week on my garden and that’s doing weeding.

Garden chores by the season:

SPRING: Clean up dead foliage and leaves from the beds. Dig & divide when necessary. Work in fertilizer and/or manure at base of plants. Fluff up and/or reapply mulch. Plant annuals—either seed or plants.

SUMMER: Weed, weed, weed. Enjoy. Water and fertilize container plants as needed.

FALL: ‘Long about October I’m sick of gardening, so I only dig & divide if needed. Plant bulbs and move plants around if needed. I usually let things go to seed over winter so the birds can have at it.

WINTER: Nada except look at seed catalogs and long for spring

more pictures

New pictures:

1. My new gnomie is his new homie among the parsley and geraniums in a barrel

2. Garden shot July 13: Butterfly bush, coneflowers, phlox, lamb's ears, Russian sage and liatris

3. White gayfeather (liatris). Last fall I dug it up in the backyard and replanted it in the front here and it's grown from a measley anemic two foot tall to almost four. It loves it in its' new home. Most liatris are purple, but I like the white variety.

4. Another shot of the pink garden phlox and the liatris.

Aren't sunflowers just happy little flowers?