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Comment by kathy: ky on September 9, 2016 at 11:53am

Chris, I have yellow sunflowers again. They're called lemon queens. The gold finches that pass through land on them and you can't tell where the flowers start and the birds begin.
Mixed with them is a bright orange flower called a Mexican sunflower. They are both growing in the smaller hugelculture bed. Lots of butterflies on them too. I hope they do as well next year. They, and the butterfly bushes, are the few things left standing this late in the season.

Comment by Randall Smith on September 9, 2016 at 10:53am

How about a mole story? I've been after one all summer long. FINALLY, I caught it in the act (although I've caught it in the act before and somehow missed him). I simply use a shovel and flip it (him or her) out. My dog ended its life quickly. Crunch. Now, perhaps, my yard can repair itself. One good thing, the mole never made it to the garden. Voles, however, have. They;re eating my sweet potatoes. It's always something.

Comment by Plinius on September 9, 2016 at 3:15am

Nasty old stories are not good for a group, everyone falls silent. So tell us another story, anyone, preferably a happy garden story. My garden has gone to seed, the heat dried everything out and I couldn't bring enough water.

Comment by Plinius on September 8, 2016 at 3:48am

No, Joan, there was no cookie person in my life, thanks to religious isolation. I made a habit from a very early age to be as invisible as I could be,because I feared my family's derogatory remarks. As soon as I could read I took shelter in books and learned to think and study my surroundings without letting anyone know what I did. I yearned for animals, a cat! but within two months they gave away the kitten I had begged for. And my parents were very disappointed that they couldn't get rid of me into a home for the blind...   I prefer your stories about your three toddlers.

 

Comment by kathy: ky on September 7, 2016 at 2:43pm

I spent yesterday pouring boiling water on ant hills. I had cleaned the coffee and tea pots and started with that water. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before. Putting the water through the pots makes it much safer to carry outside. And it doesn't fill the house with unneeded moisture.

Comment by Idaho Spud on September 7, 2016 at 2:41pm

Kathy, thanks for the information about black rabbits.
I don't think I want to raise any at this time. If I decide to, I'll probably get one from a rabbit farm. I suspect there's less chance of disease that way.

Comment by kathy: ky on September 7, 2016 at 1:48pm

Spud, that's my kind of weather. It's still hot here. With a chance of rain which we need now. Getting dry. To dry.

Comment by kathy: ky on September 7, 2016 at 1:45pm

Spud, a black rabbit is tame as far as I know. Probably the reason it lets you get close. The love hay and clover. And they can't crossbreed with wild ones. We had miniatures for a few years. It probably has a den underground close by. Rabbits are one of the most expensive pets to keep food wise. So a lot of people tire of them and let them loose in the wild.

Comment by Joan Denoo on September 7, 2016 at 1:35pm

Thanks, Chris. I wonder if you have some stories o share. I know you were in a dysfunctional family. Did you find solice in books, daydreaming, or did you have a "cookie person"?

When I worked at the boys' ranches, I could usually tell if a boy had a cookie person at home, a relative, neighbor, mailperson, someone who listened and comforted the boy. 

Comment by Idaho Spud on September 7, 2016 at 1:32pm

Yes, Joan, I think your three little rascals were a little smarter than bunnies.

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