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Garden Views

Garden Views

The vegetable garden has pretty much been a bust, first garden here, horrible weather, not much dedication to gardening on my part, but we’ve had a few interesting sights.

This was supposed to be zucchini. As soon as it started to grow like a cucumber vine instead of a zucchini bush, I knew we had something not-zucchini. They’re long squash, and quite tasty except for the tough skin:

The tomatoes have also been largely unproductive, unless you’re a chipmunk or a pill bug, but this big ugly brute was right tasty:

Now, back in Bloomfield, where I had a busy, thriving garden, I begged for one of these guys to feast on the veggie parasites – even paid for egg cases that never hatched. Here’s our visitor doing a Superman impersonation:

There you have it – the sum total of the excitement in the vegetable garden all season long.

Turnip Tendencies Remain.

Turnip Tendencies Remain.

So, I’m trying to figure out why I can’t ping Technorati.  For some reason, posts from almost a year ago are showing when I search there, but nothing since I joined and put the little icon at the bottom and all that.  I have a ping to Technorati set up here in configuration.  I posted the link in a message.  All the stuff I thought I was supposed to do.  Suddenly, it occurs to me – I need to put that html script on the site with FrontPage, not dasblog.  Simple, right?  Nope.  I’m looking at FrontPage, and while I can open up any number of html files and say to myself, “Gosh darn it, that’s html fer shur!” I can’t figure out where to put the script where it will a. not break something, and b. work.  I hate bugging hubby about these things, but I’m afraid it’s going to have to be done.

Grrr.

Grrr.

My allergies are awful this morning (because it’s beautiful outside, and the flora are celebrating).  I remembered that I was supposed to take out recycling last night by coming home and seeing the recycling truck pass by our house.  We watched “The Man in the Iron Mask” last night, which not only stunned me that Leonardo DiCaprio gets paid to act, but also gave me horrible dreams with John Malkovich all night.  I kept to my points all week, and the Weight Watchers scale said I lost only .6 pounds.  So I’m starting the day all pissy.

After music lessons, we’re heading to the mall to exchange some stuff the kids picked out in the wrong sizes.  Then we’re going to see if we can get the 2nd phone free deal when we sign Carolyn up for her cell phone.  Then the Farmer’s Market and the Library.  So I really have no time to feel sorry for myself.  Maybe that’ll snap me out of it, maybe it’ll just make me more pissy because I didn’t have time to feel sorry for myself.  Heh. 

Whatever.  It’s a nice day, I might get out and haul some wood chips around.  Return some phone calls.  Vacuum.  Maybe fit in a nap somewhere in there.