Still Green, But is it Growing?
This week has been cool and warm depending on the day. This day has been comfortable, but the wind is trying to blow us into another country. Yesterday my dear husband, Old Mr. Fuzzy (from Fuzzy Farmer) kindly brought my miniature orange tree inside. It looks very pretty, but needs pruned.
Monday of this week husband also cleaned out our fancy bird feeder. Back about thirteen years ago we had a lovely homemade bird feeder, but it gave out on us and we broke down and bought one from the store. Now, we don't feed our birds in the summer. There's plenty of food out there during the summer, and I'm not feeding them while they're eating my cherries. I wonder why they can't eat the worms out of the cherries before the worms get in the cherries? Just a thought, but...
Our bird feeder is a bright red barn/birdhouse looking feeder. Two years ago at the end of spring when we stopped putting feed in the feeder we had a family of wrens move into the bird feeder. They are so tiny that they scooted in under where the feed sifts out, built their nest, and raised their family in the upscale fancy birdhouse looking feeder. I wonder are birds ever prideful? Do they ever think, 'Yeah, this is what I'm talking about. Look at MY house.'
I don't know about birds, but when I was a youngster we had horses. My grandfather was a 'farrier'. He was a farmer, but made most of his living as a horse shoer. Some of the horses he shod were show horses, and my sister even rode some show horses. When you get a horse all cleaned up, brushed, and beautified they KNOW they are special. They can sure strut their stuff.
We have a small area for fruit trees which consists of a couple of crab apple trees, a Jon-a-del apple tree, a yellow Delicious, two sour cherry trees, an apricot (that always blooms too early so it never bears). We used to have a peach tree, but this last year it died and will need replaced. It had the best peaches, but being a semi dwarf, which was the only kind in that variety available at that time, it couldn't handle the amount of peaches. We should have pinched some of the blossoms off, but we didn't. Will need to get two more of that variety. Above is a picture of one of our resident squirrels sitting in an apple tree.
Back about forty years ago, when our oldest child was our social director, he invited the church bus driver for dinner. After driving the kids to their homes that Sunday, he didn't know what to do, so he came over and asked if he was supposed to be at our house for lunch. When the Lord calls, just go with it. We moved our plates around and all sat up for lunch.
Like our good social director, our resident squirrels believe we don't know how many or where we should have our walnut trees. We have a nice space where Old Fuzzy has ideas of planting asparagus in the spring. He has worked the patch up and planted a cover crop of tiller radish and field peas. He even fenced the plot to keep our resident fowl--turkeys, guinea, and chicken flocks from eating the seeds. The squirrel on the other hand have taken in hand (or mouth perhaps) and are planting their walnuts. We should have a fine stand of trees come next spring. Which is also how we ended up with a gorgeous walnut tree in the front yard flower bed, right beside the cement walkway to the front door. Well, it's been an interesting week, and it is supposed to be cooling off. The weather folks are calling for snow tomorrow. Whether it will be a few flakes, or what, only time will tell. It is also our son's annual 'chili' supper, and it sounds like it may be chilly for the chili supper. Take care now, ya'll, and see you next time.
