Friday, October 30, 2009

My New Baby



This is the newest addition to my orchid collection, a miniature.

I'm off to the hydroponic store to buy T5 lights to see if my flowering gang will thrive under them over the winter.

It's always embarrassing going to that store--no, I don't grow pot in my attic. I grow orchids.
Really.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

A New Family


I'm a great grandma again and this picture says it all:
Exhausted mom takes picture of exhausted dad holding thriving infant.

He took his sweet time to get here--three days of knocking on the door but refusing to enter until a surgeon intervened.

Welcome little Daniel--with your sense of drama you'll fit in nicely.

COLOR ME PROUD


Son #5, has had his first book published.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Garden Variety Flying Saucer



The sunflowers have been thoroughly picked over by the birds and now they're looking for a hobby while they wait for winter.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

mother nature adapts


Here is the champ of all the fruits in my garden. A neighbor gave me a couple of cuttings of this raspberry a few years ago and the berries are orange.The best part is, they're sweet and they grow new fruit until frost and slightly after. I was munching some of these this morning.

For me the summer weather was lovely--hardly ever humid, enough rain to help the growth and mild enough to go about one's business, fully energized.
But--the garden was confused. this little bit of greenery in the center is my supposedly hardy hibiscus. This is as far as it got this season. I may move it to the back into a raised bed to see if that will help it along.

These mums apparently figured that smaller is better and this is the best they can do for now. Truthfully, I don't like Mums but they do add a bot of color in the fall. I guess these guys got my message and they refused to cooperate.
And look at the ornamental Kale. they happen to be sharing their space with an active underground hive of bees (my son the expert says they're mud bees) and I shudder to think what those poor little roots are enduring.