Easter Sunday
Happy Easter
I offer three from the CrabAppleLane backyard this Easter Sunday.
Favorite Mug - Easter Sunday - March 23, 2008
Bought this mug at the Minneapolis airport on our way back to New Orleans 20 years ago. Probably paid too much for it but it has become my favorite mug. I think it was 5 or 6 bucks. What's a favorite mug worth these days?
CrabAppleLane Azaleas - March 23, 2008 - Easter Sunday
I was on an azalea planting mission a few years ago. I was determined to plant 30+ per year. I was buying the cheap ones from The Home Depot for $1.33/ea. I didn't care what color they were and I planted them randomly. They got a little scraggly on me because ... see next picture.
CrabAppleLane Azalea & Blackberries - March 23, 2008 - Easter Sunday
During my azalea planting mission, I planted two "cultivated blackberry" bushes. Cultivated blackberries have a bigger bush/vine, bigger berries, and much bigger thorns. Those two blackberry bushes and their offspring have taken over the azaleas. I was in there hacking away at them yesterday trying to bring them under control a tad. They defend themselves. I was wearing gloves but no eye protection. A vine brushed across my eyelid. It drew blood. Did I go get some eye protection before continuing? Of course not. Lightning may not be able to strike twice in the same spot but cultivated blackberries can. Yes, I am a recovering idiot.
Quote of the Day
The Dalai clique is scheming to take the Beijing Olympics hostage to force the Chinese government to make concessions to Tibet independence.
People's Daily (China)
Blog of the day here.
Quote from said blog: "After leaving the snow in Minneapolis, I wore short sleeve tees and capris this weekend in the nearly 70F weather. I planted azaleas and trimmed my rose bushes."
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Happy Easter Rob! And a sunny bright and colorful one you've got :)
Sorry about your injury. I bet that hurt. Your Azaleas are just beautiful.
Thanks, ladies. :)
The azaleas are prettier in person it seems to me, more full and lush. We enjoyed our visit yesterday, Carol and I.
Glad you liked them. Patsy and I enjoyed the visit, too.
The garden is *beautiful*, Rob; you can sure tell you love being out there.
Favorite mugs: Mine has the old "green diamond" Illinois Central Railroad logo; reminds me of the huge neon sign over the long-gone IC station on Roosevelt Road just south of Grant Park in Chicago. I bought it 15 or 20 years ago at a hobby shop that specializes in model train stuff; they had a great collection of railroad mugs.
I'm insanely jealous of your azaleas! The one we planted last Spring promptly died (like virtually everything else we've ever planted here. Bad soil, or something.)
I have a favorite mug, too. I think it came from Big Lots or something. Kind of a tan background w/a few flowers on it. What is it that makes a mug one's "favorite," anyway? I find it oddly comforting to use my favorite mug. Odd, that. I'll have to discuss it w/my psychology prof husband...
Sorry for my recent absence, again. I had some back problems there.
Thanks, Dan. Somewhat related: Mom took us on a trip to Minneapolis on the Illinois Central Gulf many, many years ago. It was an overnighter but I hardly remember anything about the trip except that I had just learned how to whistle and I remember that annoyed everyone.
That surprises me, Lana. I killed every azalea I planted in Metairie but they take off here in Bush. I didn't think the soil that much different a few miles south. :) No idea what makes a mug a favorite. There's unexplained comfort in it, though.
The whistle was a one-note thing at that point and it was endless. That's what wore me down. We actually took that trip several times and the compartment was courtesy of Grandpa Ferrara. Thanks be. I wouldn't have tried it without. Interestingly, each compartment was different in size, in number of beds, in amenities, and it was fun entering to see what we were getting this time. We changed trains in Chicago, transferring to the Great Northern, and had to cross town in a speeding taxi because they really didn't allow us enough time. On that segment of the trip when there were four of you and there was no compartment, we mostly walked all the way to Minneapolis because nobody wanted to just sit. Sorry to be so wordy, but a pot of coffee does bring out the fun memories and the need to tell.
Rob; Our soil seems just too darned HARD for very much to grow in it. We have a couple of trees to plant (gifts from others--who are unfamiliar with our death-yard tendency.) I think we're going to kill ourselves trying to dig holes big enough to put adequate GOOD soil in, so the trees don't die. My ligustrums are still alive, by the grace of God, alone (although they do NOT look happy, either. Regardless of the fertilizing I've done.)
Fortunately we're surrounded by woods anyway, so even if flowers & shrubs won't grow, it seems that trees & various underbrush plants will. Perhaps I'm best off leaving the planting to nature!