Can I Keep It?

Uggghhhhh

I may have to give up organic gardening.  The weeds have become zombies and I am experiencing the apocalypse.

My poor Schicken and butterfly garden.

It's not just the pesky mimosa trees and sticky weeds and creeping-what-ever-the-heck-that-insidious-thing-is, it's the flowers of times gone by.  We planted Torina thirty feet away by the pool about ten years ago.  Every Spring? It covers the vegetable beds.  And these Cosmos?

Were put in as seeds about six years ago.  The Torina is carefree, taking up where ever it can.  Content to grow under the shade of a tomato.  But the Cosmo is an opinionated bully, springing up in walkways and shoving around the vegetables.  The bed they have taken over with such abandon is actually an okra bed.  The shamed okra is cowering beneath the showy Cosmos' display of strength.

I wish the little bunny who has been eating my beet tops and cabbages could learn to nosh on Cosmos and creeping-what-ever-the-heck-that-insidious-thing-is.

Ugggghhhh.

Fresh

My life is getting in the way of my blogging.  

And Zali is not happy about it.  He raged on for a hour this morning bout how his people are missing him. Secretly, I think they'd miss Simone more, but I didn't tell him that.

You know it's hard to write a blog with a bird on your hand.  Who knew?

My garden is a weedy mess, so Boudreaux, Zali, Simone and I headed out in the heat to fix the situation.  Two hours later, it looked as if I had been inside reading a book.

Insert disappointed face here.

But the good news is that I discovered green beans!  Surprise!

* Pardon the picture.  I still can't find my camera cord, so I have to rely on my Stupid Phone

It sorely needs to take a lesson or two from some one's Smart Phone.

Insert smiley face here.

Hudson came home at noon.  I made him some pork and leek dumplings and turned the fresh find in the garden into Schezuan green beans with ground turkey and Ponzu rice.

Insert full stomach here.

And just so he'll quit dogging me -- here:

Zali in a compromising position.

But I know this is what you really want:

Simone gazing upon you in distain.

You are welcome.