Everything's Cool!

Welcome to my shade garden, the Dark Side. This area is beneath the sycamore, and once it leafs out, the entire area there--and most of our neighbor's yard is in shade.

Last fall, Mr. Bojo hired someone--unbeknownst to me--to clean out the bed. He was trying to be helpful, but that kind of help takes a lot of work to overcome. The gaping hole at the right is where a lovely bleeding heart and a plethora of columbine used to dwell. New columbine has been purchased, and, next year, I'll replace the bleeding heart. And I don't want any more "help" in my gardens unless I'm there to oversee it. Not everything that is green is a weed, y'all.
Mr. Bojo: Did you notice that there's been a lot of wild onion popping up in your beds?
Me: That's not wild onion. That's allium, and they make beautiful purple flowers.
Mr. Bojo: Oh.
Me: Have you been pulling them?
Mr. Bojo (sheepish look): No?


I had to replant the hosta. I doubt the hired gardener destroyed the old one. It was probably just too hot and dry last year.

We had a tree surgeon clean up the crabapple after a windstorm damaged the trees. I was concerned the robins, who always nest there, would abandon the tree after it was trimmed so severely. Happily, Mama Robin made her nest right at the end of a severed limb, where several branches made a natural enclosure.

This little guy must have gotten blown out of his nest prematurely.

I shooed him away from the fence and into the roses. Hopefully, his parents watched over him until he could fly. I haven't seen him, so I hope all is well. Thankfully, we've not had any cat visitors for awhile. (And this baby didn't come from the crabapple tree. Those baby birds still have their little mohawks. I don't know where his parents nest.) I love my robins. They follow me around when I garden, especially if I grab a shovel!

Speaking of baby birds flying on their own--Bojoette called to tell me that she'd taken the storm spotting course. I still expect her to seek shelter in case of a tornado!

Here's why everything is cool once more! Our new high-efficiency air conditioner has been installed. It's been quite the project. Our old furnace needed to be replaced, too. Our humidifier was leaking into the old furnace and rusting it out, so we're replacing the humidifier, too--all resulting in more duct work. The HVAC man told me they needed to cut another register into our kitchen, and we agreed it would go against the wall by the refrigerator. I left to go the the doctor, and when I returned, our new floor (Is it two years old? Still feels new to me.) had a gaping hole between the kitchen and the family room. *major sigh* It's not where I'd rather have it, considering that's where I set my basket when doing laundry. I will cope, but, gee, one should never leave home when contractors are present. The HVAC people will be here again today. That will make three days of work with a crew, but that won't be expensive, will it? Will I stay home to make certain they don't run unseemly pipes through our living room and cut holes into every wall like Swiss cheese? Nope! Today our River Festival starts. Let the revelry begin!
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I love the little bird! He's so cute and rumpled looking.
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Baby birds are so cute and grumpy looking!
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And your robins are cute - but I still find it weird that you call them robins when, to my eye, they so clearly aren't!
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I have to admit that English robins are prettier, but my American ones are so sweet and have pleasing personalities. They are so bright. They are interested in what I'm doing, and if I grab a shovel, they follow my progress, hoping I'll dig up some fresh earth for them to search for worms. Robins are some of my favorite birds in the yard. Maybe it's my roses, but we have lots of bird inhabitants. Robins always nest in the crabapple and sparrows in the birdhouses. I saw cardinals checking out one of my rosebushes, so I hope they'll move in.
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I hope baby Robin survived!
I have no place for a shade garden...it's ll too sunny!
I could dig around the base of our huge olive tree but nothing much grows under and olive tree unless it's in containers.
I hope Bojoette only spots storms and doesn't chase them!
ARGH about all the duct work and misplaced registers!
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I hope so, too. Robins are my favorites in the yard. Cardinals are pretty, but robins are sweet.
I've told my daughter exactly that!
I don't like remodeling surprises. It appears now that the crew discovered some reason why the vent couldn't be placed in the spot we had agreed upon and called the head contractor, and he gave them the go-ahead. I know that I would have agreed if it had been explained to me, so the outcome is the same, but it would have been nice to be asked.
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I won't be complaining about the hole in my new floor next week when we have 100° weather!
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I love all the little statues you have in your flower gardens!
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My gardens are filled with stuff!
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I like your little shade garden but DH's help sounds not so helpful. Oh my. Maybe ask him if you could help with some electrical, just start splicing wires together and see what he says, then maybe he'll get it? ;^)
Good luck with the new furnace and AC!
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I do not want to volunteer to wire! Been there; done that! I can fish wires and cut in outlets. If Mr. Bojo's major fault is trying to hard to help, I'm good with that! Especially if he doesn't mind the expense to replace plants, and he never complains about that.
Thanks! Feels cooler already!
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Oh, Maggie! She's just doing what a dog does.
I had a cat who would capture birds but wouldn't hurt them. She would allow us to take the bird out of her mouth unharmed. She was murder on crickets, though!