Unconscious Mutterings

Almost missed it this week:

  1. Playoffs:: Stanley cup
  2. Morris:: Dancing
  3. Break up:: Hard to do
  4. Eggs:: Benedict
  5. Parker:: Pen
  6. Hardy Boys:: Dana Girls
  7. Deluxe:: with cheese
  8. Protection:: condom
  9. Girl Scout:: cookies
  10. Salsa:: verde

Last week’s:

  1. Vagina:: Monologues
  2. Racism:: George Wallace
  3. Mother’s Day:: Father’s arse
  4. Fire alarm:: Leather coat
  5. Elvis:: Presley
  6. Pregnant:: Pause
  7. Vacation:: in the Bahamas
  8. Waffles:: John Kerry
  9. Perpendicular:: Lamp post
  10. Hospital:: Johnny

Grandparents Day

Emmeline’s elementary school is having a Grandparents Day this morning, not in synch with the “official” date, September 12 this year, but presumably a community outreach effort to give the youngsters something to think about besides how nice it would be to play outside rather than to be stuck in a classroom.

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Gardener’s Diary

Pruning, osmocoting, Hollytoning and mulching are done, now comes the fun part, weed and fast feed. I paid way too much for Miracle Grow at a local garden center, but, what the heck, they have to eat, too.
The daffodils were a big disappointment, although made up for by beautiful yellow and red tulips, wish I could remember where I got them.
Phil and Beth may have been right about the fairy rose, I clipped off a hundred or more seedpods last Fall, and if foliage is an indicator, it should be very pretty this summer.
The beach rose is also doing very well, but no sign of foxglove and only one lupine seems to have survived.
The garden has been pretty this spring, but will need summer color. Toward that end, I let myself get swept away in a wave of optimism and planted a Clematis by the front fence.
I’m especially happy with the small, low-maintenance perennial rock garden I’ve been working on for the last two years at Peter’s house. Everything, even Emmeline’s beloved Basket of Gold, looks healthy. The front spigot, necessary for watering, exploded over the winter, but neighbor John fixed it this week.
No blooms again on the peony this year, alas.