It’s almost the end of winter ~ Florida winter that is. Another “nor’easter” is brewing and will probably come down south, yes, our way.
Will my warm weather plants’ seedlings survive? Will it get frosty, needing the tropical fruit “trees” to be covered again? Unpredictable as … who knows(?) *sigh*
But all is not lost. There is an indication that Spring is forthcoming. The grapevines are calling out.
Spring is forthcoming and I’m ready to grow!
So we decided on an extreme backyard makeover … Continue reading
“Rat taa taa taat!”
Me: *yawn* Wat wassat?!
I looked at my alarm clock ~ not due yet ~ OK, false alarm (pun intended).
Head went back down to my comfortable pillow, eyelids slowly came down.
Then again “Rat taa taa taat!”
Now I’m wide awake!!
By the back door, what I saw made me quickly run back in to grab my camera and then slowly, very stealthily, creep back out again to try my luck to get a few shots.
There was Mr P Woodpecker (different from the the Ladder-Backed Woodpeckers, who love our front yard oak tree). He was pecking away at (of all things) my bathouse! The bathouse, being hollow, of course made an extra loud “Rat taa taa taat!” compared to a tree trunk, no wonder it woke me up.
He’s a big one ~ about 20″ tall, while standing vertical on the bathouse, that is.
That’s 1 handsome bird!
Look at those eyes!
Want to see his head rattle and hear his wake-up call?
It’s time to blog anew, just like the start of a new Lunar Year.
Today is the 1st day of the Year of the Dog.
Hurricane (Irma’s) damage has long been cleared, post travel weeds were mostly pulled (some retained to act as shelter for seedlings), then came cold fronts in January 2018, which actually killed those poor sheltered seedlings. *sigh*
I can only say that Mother Nature has a mind of her own but
all is not lost. Spring has Sprung, though not officially, but definitely in my part of Florida.
It’s time to sow, grow and update this blog.
Hurricane Irma is about to come my way,
I’m not sure what I can say,
Am I prepared to sit out her strong wind and rain?
It’s like Frances, Jeanne & Wilma again.
Having experienced three hurricanes
you’d think I’d worry less;
No, the preparation process is less frantic
but nothing changes the level of stress.
Hurricane Matthew struck last year
when we were away,
I guess Mother Nature wants us here this year
to hear what she has to say.
Oh, Mother Nature, I’m here
and I can hear you loud and clear,
please go easy on your wind and torrent power
why not just give us a gust and a mild shower?
Time is but an infinite passing of events. Time doesn’t stop, only life does. When life stops for 1 being, life for others continue until it is their time to end their existence. Time is just too in-depth a subject for this blog’s discussion but each time I hear or see something from my precious past, of sentimental significance, it still makes me reminisce and long to go back in time … an impossible feat.
A 30-yr old video re-surfaced, I see faces and places I remember from my younger days, on the land of birth and it simply makes me so homesick it triggers the urge to travel, a return to my birthplace while I still am able to. August 9th is Singapore’s National Day, the day we obtained Independence and became a Republic. Each time I watch this video, which was on Singapore’s television 30 years ago, it’s like a travel back in time through the time tunnel.
Also in this video is the Singapore Pledge which I recited every school-day for well over a decade of my life.
We, the citizens of Singapore,
pledge ourselves as one united people,
regardless of race, language or religion,
to build a democratic society
based on justice and equality
so as to achieve happiness, prosperity
and progress for our nation.
Yes, I am now out of Singapore but I simply cannot get Singapore out of me ~ a span of time which time cannot erase.
(Americans & others ~ I do not mean to sound derogatory but please do not assume Singapore is part of China. Yes, I’ve had people in Social Security and USPS simply adding the word “China” to my submission of written forms. *sigh* Just for information Singapore is further away from China’s closest point than Orlando is from Boston, a long way away … 3hrs 50 min flying time.)
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From seeds to seeds … and more seeds …
It all usually begins with buying seeds to feed the birds. If you are not a keen lawn mowing activist and allow some so-called weeds to grow along planting borders, you will be surprised what appears.
Nature’s bird food ~ millet
Fresh bird seeds, grown from seeds sown by the birds after consuming from human-made bird feeder(s). Yes, volunteer Millet plants! They are actually quite pretty, adding color to the garden.
Garden assistants helping to pollinate.
Aphids join in the food ring for their plant-sap needs
The ants will pollinate and help the aphids; the aphids will multiply …
and soon the Ladybugs will come to devour the aphids, while the Millet will ripen to once again feed the birds.
Nature’s well-planned food chain circle.
It’s that time of the year.
It’s time to “repair” the path around the house and we use hay. So I drove to a feed-shop (yes, not a home repair or DIY store) to get my fix-it material. For USD8.50 a year, which is the cost of a bale of hay ~ half laid on now & half for filling up later when needed, how wrong can you get?
2″ of spread out hay
No needle in this haystack, hay path, whatever you may call it…
I am no guru of Permaculture but I’ve come to the conclusion that trial and error is the best means to find out what works (& what doesn’t) on one’s own miniscule plot of land. So far, our hay path works well.
Yes, it will be forever … “ON ON!”
The HHH is a fascinating group of fun trail runners now spread out globally. It began in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, in the early 1930’s when a group of British residents decided to have some fun and began this kind of fun-run which ended with some nice cold beer and lots of laughter. Read the History of the HHH.
Now sadly, Harriers, I think you will have to change your marking material &/or avoid going through any urban areas with crowds and heavy foot-traffic. I’ve attached a Link to a TODAY news article of a recent incident in Singapore. Why on earth choose a running trail to go through a Mass Rapid Transport (MRT) station is beyond me.
Photo borrowed from news channel
Use a whole toilet roll or a couple of carrots tied together or some peas, even luminous thick bio-degradable bands but please … no more white flour! White powder is not cool anymore.
So, fellow HHH runners in Singapore and elsewhere please play it safe with markers and re-think your routes.
“ON ~ ON … “