The rabbits, squirrels and chipmunks have eaten most of my garden. I don't blame them; that cabbage was looking pretty appetizing. I think that they think that I planted all those veggies just for them. They sit and watch me prune and pull weeds and don't run away no matter how close I get to them. They like when I try to whistle. I have to run toward them flailing my arms about to scare them before I can let the dogs out. Dog, rather. Lacy's arthritis is getting pretty bad; she didn't even give a bird a second look as she mosied past him the other day so I doubt she'd put much effort into chasing rabbits. Zeke, on the other hand... He's probably too old and fat to actually catch them though. Earl is the one they would really need to worry about if he weren't so afraid to leave the house after getting lost that time for three and a half weeks. I think he used up seven of his nine lives before I found him, disoriented and emaciated, under a car by my old house and was given his ninth when he kicked colon cancer this past year. He's not pushing his luck; he runs the opposite direction when I open the door now.
Anyway, I'm going to research the best friendly, non-toxic way to keep the cute furry critters away and pay my local nursery a visit. It stays warm through mid-December here so I may have time to start over.
You know, although I like all the music on my iTunes, it isn't really an accurate representation of what I typically listen to. I'm a blues, pre-1979 soul, funk and jazz lover. But it sounds so much better on vinyl than mp3 that aside from a song here or there and a few anthologies gifted to me, I don't have much of that on my computer.
Maybe next week I'll do my random six from my album collection. My son and I have this thing about choosing which movie we're going to watch by one of us closing our eyes and grabbing an agreed-upon number of DVDs and shuffling them behind our back then the other keeps choosing a hand until we're left with one. I can do that with records.
Angela McCluskey - Love is Stronger Than Death
Joe Cocker - Every Kind of People
Kate Bush - Rocket's Tail
The Stranglers - Golden Brown
Three Dog Night - Never Been to Spain
Tom Waits - Long Way Home
Hey I think we have a couple of repeats this week.
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Can you put up like some chicken wire or something?
ReplyDeleteGreat songs :)
It needs a realllly large heart to love everybody...and u do..it's natural that i feel proud of my friendship with Lisa..u plz keep up this spirit friend..thanks for your kind words..just that i was bugged by the boredom..quite ok now..take care..love...
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear your garden has been destroyed, but on the other hand I think it can be great having all those lovely fellows around...
ReplyDeleteYour dogs sound cute! I have a dog that struggles with arthritis too.
ReplyDeleteI have kept the critters away with red pepper flakes that I can get in large quantities at my local co-op or farmer's market. I placed the flakes around some herbs and tomatoes a few years ago - you should have seen the glares I got from one squirrel. He just sat on the back wall and looked at me and chattered. It is uncomfortable, but does not do lasting damage and they tell their friends to keep away.
ReplyDelete~ Gail
hi lisa dropped in 2 say Hi..sure u doing well...take care and say cheese..
ReplyDeleteif u were somewhere in a nearer zone i d have dropped in personally to greet u..but the distance..and thanks to tech..i can still say hi to u from here..lol..
ReplyDeleteDina, I can't put chicken wire up in the front, not unless I want a nastygram from the homeowners' association. Actually what would happen is my landlord would get the nastygram and then remind me that I can't garden outside of my back patio. But my patio is surrounded by a 6 foot fence and trees... how am I supposed to get anything to grow there?!
ReplyDeleteRamesh, thank you so much. The internet is wonderful. :)
JM, they are so much fun to watch that I'm not even that angry about the loss of vegetables.
LAF, thank you for stopping in. Lacy actually belongs to my mother but she is too old to live outside and my mom isn't able to keep her in. How old is your dog?
Hey Gail, it's nice to see you here. Thanks for the suggestion. :)
The nursery recommended that I surround the plants with kitty litter and human hair. This will keep the critters away from my veggies, but not cause them any harm and maybe not even drive them away completely. I'm going to give it a try. Still a little grossed out by the idea of putting Earl's litter around my food though.:/
I use this natural organic repellent that smells pretty bad. Very bad. I think it works, but then the other day, I saw a baby bunny run out from one of my surviving tomato plants as I was approaching and looked plenty guilty. My new dog is wired to chase squirrels, so they've steered clear of our yard lately. But she could care less about bunnies. Another of nature's cruel jokes.
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ReplyDeleteI love The The's original version of Love is Stronger Than Death.
Can't wait to hear this version when I get home.
Love is Stronger than Death is an awesome beautifully written song. I copied the lyrics, of course..
ReplyDeleteLovelovelove
Lovelovelove
Me & my friend were walking
In the cold light of mourning.
Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived
In this world even winter aint what it seems.
Here come the blue skies here comes springtime.
When the rivers run high & the tears run dry.
When everything that dies.
Shall rise.
Lovelovelove is stronger than death.
Lovelovelove is stronger than death.
In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch.
All the thoughts unuttered & all the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath.
But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak
How could you believe that the life within the seed
That grew arms that reached
And a heart that beat.
And lips that smiled
And eyes that cried.
Could ever die?
Here come the blue skies here comes springtime.
When the rivers run high & the tears run dry.
When everything that dies.
Shall rise.
Lovelovelove is stronger than death.
Lovelovelove is stronger than death.
Shall rise. shall rise.
Shall rise. shall rise.
That ain't just a song. That's poetry.
Dare I say I prefer Angela McCluskey's version to the original? That doesn't happen too often for me.