Lottie took advantage of the showery day to take a few yard pictures. Spring is my yard's best season, and cloudy is the best light for taking photographs. My phone camera needs all the help it can get. Traditionally, every year someone steals one of my flowerpots just before Mother's Day (Yo, thanks for raising me to be a petty criminal, Ma!) This pot, which is cracked in half, has only been stolen once but the thief put it down a few feet away, probably because it would be tacky to give the old lady a broken pot of stolen flowers. I do live on the edge of the 'hood, but even crooks have some scruples.
If you are wondering what to plant near your house, do not choose upright rosemary or escallonia. If you are wondering what to plant a quarter mile from your house, select those. They are brutally strong and grow three feet a year; I constantly slash them back. The barberries are much more civilized and only need a little trim, which is handy because THORNS! They're pretty though and go nicely with the Japanese maple which fades to green by summer, and also gets pretty crispy on top; it's a little too sunny there.
This spring my dear stepmom moved out of the house she shared with my dad, who passed away five years ago. I brought home the old pump, which provided water to the old ranch house in southern Utah where Dad was raised. I'd like to pound a couple of long stakes through the bolt-holes so nobody can steal it, in case next Mother's Day rolls around and my local criminals think Ma might enjoy having a rusty old pump.
The new fishpond is hidden behind the fern. So far, so good; She and Him are
doing fine still alive.
Sunday we went out to the farm to have dinner with Granny Fran (Lillie's boyfriend's grandmother) where those colorful (and tasty) happy eggs come from. I must have looked like a soft touch because the chickens all followed me around. We ate the first few ripe apricots on the tree and I shared a couple with my new girlfriends.
Look at this super glamorous chicken! He can sing, loud but not well. He fanned out his brilliant tailfeathers like
a Vegas showgirl an NBC logo but we weren't fast enough with the camera and he wouldn't do it again.
Today everybody's picnics got rained out. I just stayed inside with a pot of tea and the final season of The West Wing, which feels vaguely patriotic. I'm also reading The Greatest Generation (which is rather an easy read, but I recommend it). It makes me think about my old dad, a decorated lieutenant who served in the Phillipines in WWII, but like so many soldiers, never talked much about the war.
Happy Memorial Day to you all, and thank you again for your service, Dad.