These are before and after pictures of our backyard. The after pictures are really just snapshots of specific moments in time, as gardens are always changing and evolving.
Nearly 7 years ago we purchased our home. Putterers by nature, we have planted, chopped down, removed, added, painted, built, dug up, relocated, and generally wrecked havoc (or as I like to say, made improvements in accordance to our tastes) with the yard. Front and back.
The above photo shows what the triangle garden looked like when we moved in.
This is the patio door overlooking the old cement triangle garden.
Here is Kevin digging out the cement to create a new garden area.
Here is a view of the new triangle garden, after many years of growth.
This is the view looking out over the old gravel bed.
Here is our view.
The old backyard view while standing at the house.
The same view a few years later.
The garden shed without any sunflowers or privacy fence.
Our well worn garden, including a privacy fence and garden beds.
My garden and backyard today.
What we’ve added: a dogwood tree, a brick patio (covered now by the sunflower forest), 5 garden beds, a flower bed, hundreds of plants, cedar privacy fence, a clothesline (behind the shed), underground sprinklers, shade curtains around the patio, and lots of love.
That’s my garden. What changes have you made in your garden?
The first hint that something was wrong was the sound of the cat door furiously flapping.
The next hint was the flash of gray darting across the floor to the cat box. Monet had the kitty runs. Eww.
I mean the nasty smelly potty stops. While I’ve been there myself (though I don’t use the cat litter box nor do I go through the cat door), I’ve never seen a cat make a mad dash to the toilet!
Poor baby!
The dash and go lasted all evening and we were getting concerned. But since she continued to eat, drink, and play with her toys like a wild thing, we figured it would pass.
But this morning there was blood.
That definitely meant a trip to the vet. There was initial interest in the cat carrier by both girls, but the second I grabbed Monet to put her in, Mabel dashed off for hiding, afraid she would be next.
$125 bucks later, Monet was home. Colitis. Who knew cats could have that?
Cats eat all sorts of things. Especially Monet. She’s the wild girl and she very aggressively hunts, consumes, and shares her prizes. According to the vet, this is common.
No fever, healthy teeth, eating and drinking, playing, good fur, no temp = colitis and maybe a some worms (from eating before mentioned outdoor treats).
“Are you able to give her pills?” he asked.
“My guess is no, though we’ve never had to give them to her before,” I said. “Monet is our more intensive cat and pulls no punches when she plays. I’m guessing I would earn a bite or scratches from any attempts.”
This idea was confirmed when the vet came back with Monet after a little visit to the back room. “I did manage to give her a pill, but I had a technician and an assistant helping me. I gave her a shot. It’s not my first choice, but to prevent bites and scratches, it will be best for her.” (And me!)
As I thought.
How Monet loves to sleep.
So, guess what $125 buys? A vet inspection. A very strong antibiotic injection. One pill. Worming medication.
And a very happy-to-be-home cat who has already brought me a moth.
Not just any cat, but a very talented, imaginative, and creative cat.
Chester loves to be in the limelight. He also has ideas about what type of limelight and focus he wants.
And while Chester is all of the above, he is also – gasp – somewhat NAUGHTY!
Meet Melanie Watt, the author who is trying to tell the story of Chester, a very large calico cat who carries his own red correcting pen. At all times.
Meet Chester, the star of the book, who repeatedly hijacks the story and turns it to his own purposes.
Chester and Chester’s Back! are delightful, funny, and imaginative picture books. The voice of Chester interacts seamlessly with the author’s voice of Melanie. Kids will love Chester and his antics.
But beware, kids might get some ideas from Chester!
KID KANDY:
Make a Paper Plate Chester
Materials: wax-free paper plates, construction paper, scissors, glue, markers, crayons
1. Draw a cat face on your paper plate. Include eyes, nose, whiskers, and mouth.
2. Color your cat Chester colors (or any color you like – that’s what Chester would do).
3. Cut ears, paws, and a tail from construction paper. Glue them in place.
4. Cut a pen from construction paper. Make sure it is red! Glue it to Chester’s paw.
Now you have your own Chester. Both of you can make up your own stories!
Do weekends go faster and seem busier than the rest of the week, or is it just me?
Pull up a cup of your favorite tea and let’s chat. I am drinking PG Tips with a tiny swirl of honey in the bottom. If I really wanted to be reminded of my visits to England, I would add a dash of milk and use raw sugar instead. Delish!
Here’s what I’d share with you about my weekend:
On Friday, I went grocery shopping. This is only worth mentioning because of the crowds! It was insane. But I did have my pint-sized helper, Miss Khloe. She assisted me as we grazed our way through Costco.
Nana with her 5 grands, from 5 weeks to 7 years-old.
The Quantrells took Fort Simcoe by storm on Saturday for a birthday plus a birthday plus a graduation picnic day. It was very nice, but it turned into a HOT day as the temps kept rising. We were done by 1, back in the cars, and on the road seeking AC. We enjoyed hanging out together. Nana especially loved having the grands in one spot, though it only lasted for 5 minutes. And then they were off and running.
Saturday was a free National Park Day, so we wanted to take advantage of the special day by visiting Fort Simcoe. You can read more about Fort Simcoe here.
We saw:
– a passel of squirrels, rolling and tumbling all over each other
– no snakes (Amen)
– no bears (double-Amen)
– cows (yes, cows – and plenty of cow-pies, ick!)
– old buildings
– 2 springs
– canons
– a tiny museum
– a parade of Model T’s that also traveled out to Fort Simcoe for a picnic
– a park worker in a golf cart chasing away the poopy-cows who wanted to graze (and poop) on park grounds
– the location of my son and daugther-in-laws’ wedding
On Sunday, we continued our celebration of graduates at church with a relaxed gathering where we viewed photos, chatted, and shared cake.
Our beautiful graduates!
My honey and I went on a lunch date. This was followed by relaxing in a cool theater and watching a movie. We migrated home, dodging the heat, and stayed inside and under shade. Temps were in the triple digits, so there was no working outside or going for a walk. Nope.
Back-to-work Monday has arrived. Triple digit temps are in the works as I type. I think I hear the beach calling me, if only it weren’t 5 hours away.
Thanks for stopping by. I’ve so much enjoyed tea with you.
Lavender from my garden and a tea cup we received as a wedding gift (31 years ago)
What did you do during the weekend? I’ll make another cup and you can tell me about your weekend.
I just spent 5 days editing without changing out of my pajamas. It seemed a good time to share an old guest post I had the honor of contributing to Seumas Gallacher’s wonderful blog. Thus…Wri…
You do know the nursery rhyme about Old Mother Hubbard, right?
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To get her poor doggy a bone.
When she got there,
The cupboard was bare,
So the poor little doggy had none.
Presenting, on life’s stage, Old Mother Hubbard.
Played by Angie.
Seriously.
Old Mother Hubbard needs to go shopping for groceries. Now.
I resist grocery shopping. I don’t know why. I will scrounge, create, and do everything I can to make it last just one more day. All to avoid grocery shopping.
Maybe it’s the lines, the crowds, the cost, the forgetting something on the opposite end of the store and making repeat trips, the foraging through produce to find the freshest, the struggle to open produce bags, touching raw meat packages…
Probably it’s the having to take it all home and put it away.
But I so love having food to use when I prepare meals!
We are down to wilted celery, one sweet potato, a few onions, and garlic. Oh, I think there may be a dried up bit of ginger hanging around as well and some frozen peas and corn. Almost out of milk, yogurt, and bread.
Two pieces of frozen salmon and one package of frozen ground turkey make up the protein portion of our diet (per what is in the fridge/pantry/cupboard). I suppose I could count the canned chicken and tuna.
Well, that sounds like I have plenty for another day of Grocery Store Avoidance.
Yippee!
Frozen Food Tip:
Guess what?! The package directions actually work for frozen brussel sprouts! I’ve never even glanced at the directions, but did so last night on a whim. You can MICROWAVE the entire package – and they come out perfectly moist and not soggy and gross!
LOOK! We both had more hair! Ah, the good old days. . .
A recipe for fun: Take a good measure of great friends, a scoop of laughter, a cup of silliness, 5 T. of craziness, a dash of daring, and add to this a mud pit and questionably upright 3 (or 4)-wheelers, and you have a guaranteed over-the-top serving of fantastic fun!
Let the games begin!
I almost fell off!
It begins when they are so young…
We’re only missing Carmel, but someone had to stay dry and clean! And take photos.
What fun things do you enjoy doing with your friends?
Last year, I didn’t want many containers other than the raised beds and strawberry garden. I relished the empty patio space that left ample room for the grands to race wheeled vehicles around without crashing.
Previous growing seasons bloomed and produced according to my every whim and decorating idea. I loved grouping pots and plantings according to heat and watering zone. Notice I say heat instead of sun requirements. My afternoon garden is all a heat zone and any container has to be mostly in shade or capable of handling the crippling sun rays.
Baby kale
This year is once again a container garden year. But my reasoning is fresh and experimental.
This year I want to win against the garden predators. Slugs. Sow bugs. Earwigs. Aphids. And whatever else is chewing its way through my fresh veggie crop.
For instance, radish is languishing in an old turkey roaster pot that has holes in the bottom, mainly because every time I have planted them in the past, the sow bugs and slugs have eaten holes and rings around each beautiful radish.
Radish seedlings popping through the soil
Lettuce and kale are making a new home in a little red wagon and a washtub. This is my attempt to avoid the slugs and aphids.
Chives and a random sunflower are living in yet another washtub.
Chives and a sunflower plant
Germination has commenced and plants are popping through the soil. What has yet to be found is how successful the plants will be in growing to full-size and giving me tasty treats.
Kale? Check. We’ve already had baby leaves.
And that’s all I know for now. We shall see. Let the experiment commence.
No. Not that kind. The exercise kind. Planks are hard to do.
I don’t like them.
Does anyone really like them? This is what it looks like when I try to do a plank.
1. Gear up. Avoid doing planks following a recent meal.
2. Collapse to floor level.
3. Set timer. Otherwise, I will be positive that 15 seconds is a full complete minute.
4. Start timer.
5. Assume position. Elbows and forearms on floor. Toes on floor. Nothing else on floor.
6. Tighten stomach, back, and buttock muscles.
7. Immediately begin to breathe harder. At 5 seconds in, notice trembling limbs.
8. Sweat.
9. Fight the feeling of giving up or falling on my face.
10. At 30 seconds, convince self to keep going. Or pause for a rest (I like that one better).
1 minute? DONE.
What a workout!
I’m sure I’m not the only one who experiences these physical manifestations of pain when doing a plank. I mean really, shouldn’t a 53 year-old be able to handle this?
True, I haven’t even done a sit-up since, well, I don’t know when. Maybe shortly after my last baby was born. She’s 25. Years-old. Wanna know an embarassing fact? When I started this new build-core-strength-workout-program I could NOT do one sit-up. Not one, folks.
But I digress.
Planks are not fun, easy, or pleasant. But I have to admit to a certain joy in knowing that I can hang in there and do a minute. On most days.
Care to join me? On to sit-ups.
What is your most hated, feared, or dreaded exercise? Let’s commiserate.
We were recently given a handmade gift that perfectly suited our family.
As we served an appreciation luncheon for co-workers, a certain woman, well-known for her hospitality and kindness, walked up to me and delivered a gift.
Since this luncheon was for them, I was not expecting a gift. We were doing the giving. But in her thoughtfulness, she remembered us with a hostess treasure.
When time allowed, I dug into the package and discovered a large, white hand-embroidered dish towel. Beautiful!
The homemade varieties are the best sort, are they not?
I quickly went to her table to thank her for the thoughtful gift. That was when I discovered four reasons the unexpected gift perfectly suited our family.
1. We are facing a shortage of decent dish towels. I prefer to use them until they are rags. We are breathing down the neck of the rag stage.
2. The embroidery neatley featured a cat. We love cats and have two terrorist cats of our own.
3. The embroidered cat was gray. Aha! Both of our monsters are affectionately called the Gray Girls.
4. The towel design included a cat clock of the old fashioned sort. We have a cat clock, of the new fashioned type.
I decided to use the dish towel as a mini-tablecloth. For now. @AngieQuantrell
A simple dish towel delivered true joy and pleasure for the one who was trying to give appreciation.
Have you ever received a perfect, unexpected gift?