We are The People of the Box these days.
We unpack, and the pile does not get any smaller. We unpack yet again, and still the mountain looms large, even when the basement door is closed.
We are Doomed.
I am curious. Are some of you sending your basement/garage boxen to us? That is truly generous of you, but really. Thanks. We’re good here.
I wanted to put up a birdfeeder, since my Mom taught me that a birdfeeder was an absolute necessity in order to get in good with the neighboring critters. (One wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of a house finch, I’m told.)
See? Cheerful little bird café, on its own little wrought-iron fancy pole.
Guess what I learned.
Squirrels like birdseed VERY much.
Buddy does not like squirrels on his property.
Buddy is powerless to do anything about this…and for now, so am I.
I did learn one thing, however.
I moved the birdhouse far away from Things Squirrels Could Climb On.
The next morning, I caught sight of one little black scamp shimmying up that pole as bold as brass.
I don’t have a photo for that one. I was too busy running outside and waving my arms and hollering.
Once I scared away the squirrel, the crows were delighted to accept my hospitality.
No photo here, either. Same reason. Too busy hollering.
I don’t want the CROWS to eat the suet and seed, I want the charming little chickadees and momma cardinal who live in the trees to be my guests.
I’ve read the experts. I know squirrels are going to be my persistent and ever-lasting enemy. But crows? Really?
I am girding my loins.
Found in Sandi’s Garden
This is the Very First Rose.
Meaning, when we moved in, it was a stick, and we weren’t sure what it wanted to be. However, it was in a place of honour in the main flowerbed, so we watered it and weeded and hoped it wanted to be something awesome.
One day, there it was. One perfect yellow rose.
I know there’s something nibbling on it. I don’t know what that is, but I have the Internet, I will conquer that foe just as I have conquered certain Weedly Things lately.
And then, yesterday, there was this:
I was open-mouthed with joy when I saw this lovely bloom. The bush it is on is center-stage in the flowerbed, so I figured it would be something special.
There are dozens of buds on that bush.
I am so grateful for the glory of the garden today.
It’s Sunday, I have to go get dressed, so no Chispas this morning. But I couldn’t resist sharing a bit of my morning garden with you all today.
And now, here comes the sunrise over my east-facing garden beds…
peace this day,
P.S. Book Recommendation: If you have not yet discovered Anne Bishop‘s work, you have a treat awaiting you. I read the trilogy starting with Written in Red first, and wow. (Warning: the books are trigger-heavy if you have any cutting in your history.) Now, I have started the Tir Alainn series, beginning with The Pillars of the World. Stay-up-all-night warnings apply. (And wait! There’s more! A third series, The Black Jewels, is supposed to be equally excellent.)