Here it is. Memorial Day weekend. Are you barbecuing out? Are you beer bonging? Are you hitting that beach?
I told Marvin we could (a) paint the living room, (b) clean up the back yard foliage, or (12) adopt the puppy I saw yesterday at the shelter. Yes, I do just go to the shelter for fun. What do you want from me?
Marvin opted for painting the living room. I like how it never occurs to Marvin to tell me to go eff myself, we are doing none of the options above. He acted like he really had to do one of the three.
He is also removing our broken dishwasher and throwing it out, as is evidenced by this crystal-clear photograph.
I thought if you weren't busy throwing your shrimps on Barbie or whatever that you might like to take a look at my burgeoning garden. Okay, I knew that you would not really want to do that, but now you are stuck here and you have to look.
I purchased these hanging plants yesterday at the farmers market. I bought some just like them last year and they did really well until about November, so here they are again. They are succulent-like, or maybe they really are succulents. One of my best friends hates the word "succulent." I think I'm gonna call her and tell her to be sure to read my blog today. Anyway, I asked the saleswoman, the farmer, as it were, what these were called and she said they were ph-somethings.
Welcome to my gardening blog. So educational. Ph-somethings. I just remember it starts with "ph."
Or maybe "f."
I understand that my dog is not a plant. However, we have a large mulberry tree in the back yard and this time of year it is blooming, which by the way the blooms make my throat close up to the size of a pin, and it is also bearing fruit. The birds eat the fruit then poop blue on my priceless Restoration Hardware lawn furniture, and also Tallulah rolls in the fruit, causing her to look like she has Kaposi's Sarcoma. When I took pictures it barely showed up but please see evidence above.
I think this is why I started calling her Tallulah Blueberry Gardens. I had forgotten how she got her middle name. Although technically it should be Tallulah Mulberry Gardens.
Speaking of my pets, I understand that this plant is not my pet. However, underneath this plant is my dead pet, Ruby. It is a day lily–the plant, not the dead cat–and I put it on her grave last year and as you can see it keeps TEASING me with buds and will not bloom. Which is appropriate, because Ruby herself was quite shy.
Francis on his angry chair. No reason, just passed him while I was taking photos.
The last of my azaleas are blooming, and I like this pale pink one as opposed to those garishly bright ones I had earlier this year. It looks nice against my pink sage. Everything in my garden is pink. Have you met me?
Last year I planted a hydrangea outside my front window, and I am obsessed with the part where it might actually bloom. I thought maybe it was too hot and sunny where I put it. But look! It looks a little bloomy!
When did I become 95 years old? I didn't used to spend Saturday mornings perusing my garden. I used to spend them sleeping off a hangover. Oh, how the old me would giggle at the current me. Well, once I was awake. In like three hours.
I have to go shower because I am going to see the Sex and the City movie again. Yes, I am obsessed. No, it wasn't really that good. Comment of the week goes to Target Steve. Click on This Week's Special to see.