Editor's notes: Her name is not really Mayella, the piece of furniture was a dresser not a chifforobe, the word chifforobe is spelled variously with an "o", an "e" or an "a" as the sixth letter, said dresser was already busted up when I got there and I managed to salvage two corner columns and two claw feet from it which I delivered to a guy who uses found objects to make "art", and the rest of the dresser scraps along with a quarter ton of red oak caught fire nicely once drenched in gasoline.
I also burned up a big ol' mess of bamboo that I had cut down back in February. I figured that the fire would consume the combustibles then the rain would put it out before the whole neighborhood caught fire. So far, so good.
I saw a goldfinch in my backyard today - that is only the second one I have seen here in seven years. I like goldfinches which, along with bluebirds, I can identify with relative ease. Speaking of bluebirds there are now two eggs in my bluebird house, so mama bluebird is coming through in the clutch.
Mockingbirds winter-over here, so it's not unusual to see two thousand of them at once.
Writer's note: there is no editor.
34 comments:
Nice. Good of you to think of your fellow artist. Here is a tulip I am fond of (from looking at catalogs) and would like to get:
Ballerina
Wow - those are beauties. My flowers were here when I moved in, my friend plants hers on purpose. Go figure!
I was lucky to see Mr. Vaughan twice, both times in Colorado. First in Boulder at a small venue and then a couple years later at Chip’s beloved Red Rocks.
A few of my tulips came up nicely, but then something nasty came and ate them during the night on successive nights.
Well I finally got the reference, but only after looking up chifforobe, which I should've known what it was but dint. Why am I writing in this faux hick way? I dunno. The reference is to Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird in which someone busts up Mayella's or Marvella's or Mayonella's chifforobe.
lol, just remembered O Brother and the hairnet ask.
Since Sixty used the tag “coutin’“, I think it safe to assume that he used only one arm to bust up the chifferobe - to show off. Probably his larger, better developed “bowling arm.”
Course if Sixty really wanted to show off, he’d have have busted up the chifferobe with stihl.
lolol...I don't even know what that means, but I feel like veering into Lebowski territory.
Too risky...might hit nails and then he'd need an old football helmet like Allen.
Makin' me laff, ricpic, and you are correct.
That is too cool, CL, I can't even imagine how good those shows must have been - he was a remarkable guitarist. And sorry about your tulips - could you determine what it was that got them? Snails, deer, wombats, what?
I hoped to have some spaectacular flower photos by now, but the bloomage is lagging - except for the now eaten tulips.
I suspect squirrels. But someone told me that squirrels aren’t out at night. Definitely not snails.
I used my foot to bust off the columns and feet - there was a ton of hardware still in the scraps but what amazed me was that the sides of the dresser were made from single wide boards of poplar. Those boards failed over the years due to changes in humidity and that lead to the failure of the entire piece. I wish I had gotten a better look at that piece of furniture so I could have figured out when and where it was made - antique detective here. I think the drawers were repurposed for feral kitteh housing. The smoke is now being carried towards Europe where it will fall as acid rain. To everything there is a purpose.
How's my hair?
Distinguished.
“Distinguished”
With a touché of eminence grit at the temples.
Pardon my French
It could be Grecian Formula cunningly applied.
More like "extinguished" at this point, but I do have the Paulie Walnuts wings going on - it's a good look.
And these days even the lowliest Grecian urns more than I do.
Hey, speaking of far up north Eastern-loving writers, has anyone heard from Trooper lately?
fleurs
Chick, can you describe or show a pic of the tulip damage...maybe we could crowdsource a solution.
Sometimes youse guys talk funny and I don't get.
I hate inside baseball.
There you are - how you doin'?
You love inside baseball, troop.
Deborah, too late. I already cleaned up the crime scene. the animal only went after flowers past their prime when the petals began to weaken and fall. Every morning I would find the remains of stems with the flower eaten. I think it actually bit the stem off the bulb because I would find just the stem. Later on, it would come back after the bulb and actually dig a hole deep enough to extract the bulb. It would leave pre-blooming and flowers at their peak alone (which I thought was fortunate). My SIL who was visiting a month ago from WI, told me it looked like rabbits. She’s the one who said squirrels sleep at night. I have never seen bunnies here and they would have to hop an 18 inch wall to get at the flowers.
Maybe bunnies are hopping the fence, and voles are digging the bulbs? A case for Inspector Clouseau.
The plant predators had no appetite for bulbous perennials like callalilies and two other species which I can’t ID but will post photos of tomorrow when there is daylight.
There are likely no deer here. No one I’ve spoken to has ever seen one. There are coyotes, squirrels (probably rabbits but I’ve never seen one here), birds, and in the past, rats.
I am ok Sixty thanks for asking.
Lots of doctors visits and stuff. Just moving slow and easy.
Looking forward to pics. I was thinking deer, but did not know if they'd be near you.
Once again, Beeyoutiful Flars accompanied by a story that can't be beat and a set of tags that tell and wag the tale.
How many years you gonna keep lookin' and pinin', deborah??? Order up a duz, dig yourself a hole when the leaves turn, sprinkle in some bone meal and wait for the Dance of Spring to raise Ballerinas from the soil or feed the hungry multitudes.
Black Parrots are my fave! They bloom late, toward the end of May, and go well with the Lil Kim Big Bang Lilacs that open around the same time.
@MamaM: Maybe she's not living where there's a garden?
@Sixty: SRV was an ersatz Hendrix for me then. I was pre-teen Hendrix fan. SRV was on my radar from the get-go. There were others, earlier, e.g., Robin Trower, but who fell short. SRV felt like the real deal.
Maybe she's not living where there's a garden?
Maybe, chickelit, maybe. When wishful thinking enters the picture, who knows what a pile of pony poop will prompt or deliver?
Wishful thinking is the formation of beliefs and making decisions according to what might be pleasing to imagine instead of by appealing to evidence, rationality, or reality. It is a product of resolving conflicts between belief and desire.
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