The garden is overflowing with petals produced by the rain, and the little creatures who feast on them.
“Sometimes,’ said Pooh, ‘the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” ~ A.A. Milne
It is 96-degrees in the evening on the first weekend of October, which officially makes it too hot to write. My brain is fried. So I bring you a collection of the smallest things from the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden (and Homeward Bound in general). Warning: make some room in your heart. ♥
Until this weekend, the bees and I had an understanding.
I deadhead the flowers, which produces more for them to enjoy.
I leave them alone; they leave me alone.
Someone didn’t get the message.
A honeybee stung me, stuck in me and wouldn’t let go. I read later that honeybees sting only once, leaving their stinger and venon sac in the victim. This results in their own premature death. Bumblebees, yellow jackets and wasps on the other hand can sting multiple times. That’s just wrong.
The justice of a strike for a life seems fair.
Like the knats that have invaded the garden this year, the spiders have their revenge.
With temperatures already approaching the century mark, the bees, butterflies, dogs and dog walkers were moving slow – easy prey for my camera.
Even the killdeer is too hot to sit on her babies – so she shades them instead.
The pups took their walkers to their favorite shady spots. Lily has this down.
Lucky pups. Not so lucky walkers and gardeners. Jody worked on sprinklers in the west yard, Maria fixed the drip in the Willow garden, and Rob mowed. I think I got the better end of the deal this weekend, except for the stinging bee.
If it is this hot in the spring, I think we’re in for a long summer. No complaints though, when surrounded by good dogs,
good friends and beautiful flowers…
with mostly well-behaved bees.
The humans were a little sluggish this morning at Homeward Bound. I’m not sure if it was the late-into-the-evening fundraiser for the organization, or the weatherman’s promise of 100-degree temperatures…on September 30th. Enough already! While we pounded coffee, the dogs and creatures were up and at ’em. Bees…
and even the Hummingbird made its appearance!
We created a garden bed just for this fellow, but he has eluded us all summer – until now. More in another blog about how I almost blew his photo, and the interesting Photoshop save and results.
The only thing not moving was this Crawdad that must have made its way from the draining rice fields. The yards have been full of them, but this one was strangely silent.
Not to be shown up, Maria, Pat and I got busy dead-heading and preparing for the paths that will be installed in two weeks. Here’s Pat hard at work!
With the weeds beaten back, we can’t wait to cover this uneven baked clay earth in three inches of walk-on mulch which will show off the beds beautifully.
Once the paths are in, the goal is to expand the beds. Ina will extend the Cottage Garden across the length of the front entrance,
we’ll create some needed space in the over-grown Hummingbird garden,
Sue and Jeff have planned beds of pansies under the trees (once the weather cools!), and Maria was so inspired by the removal of the blackberries, that she has already begun the task of doubling the size of the Herb Garden.
Across the way she dressed the St. Francis bed for fall.
Goldie gave it the once over, and her approval.
And with that, the parade was on! This is Hank Spoon.
A terrible name for a sweetheart of a boy. Maybe someone will adopt him and change it to something more befitting.
Brutus and Sierra came in search of refreshment. They are still looking for their ‘fur-ever’ home together.
Goldie, number two. A beauty with, what look like, Collie ears.
Scout and Huck are new arrivals. Scout is part Golden and part Corgi. One of our gardeners already has her eye on him. Occupational hazard? Or master plan? I’ll keep you posted.
Huck is a people-loving little thing, who will do well with someone dedicated to his training and who can match his obvious enthusiasm!
Bones helped himself to another apple from the tree. He can’t hear, but he can see and smell! (Remember not to let them eat the cores!)
Bo-Bo and Hershey are not available for adoption, so they can call the garden ‘home’.
And finally, Wedo. This sweet pup has led a ‘sheltered’ life and needs someone who will be devoted to helping him discover life beyond. In exchange, you will be the recipient of this adoring gaze!
There is a lot more to catch you up on, but it is late, and I promised to bake triple chocolate cranberry cookies for work tomorrow…so off I go! See you back here soon.