Delicious

If you've never had one...you should. A customer brought me two. I plan to wintersow the seeds as soon as the flesh has been devoured. So good.

Confederate Rose

Wintersown in 2009, this plant is huge and about to bloom. A coworker asked if I had one. What Southern garden doesn't?

The last figs.

About a dozen remain. I've been eating a handful almost daily for a few months. Next year I hope the Black Mission and Texas Everbearing produce.

Fall

And it's coming quickly.

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To dine.

Clearance deals are the best. A little help from a friend makes it all better. I need to cook a nice dinner for her soon. Thanks Carla.

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Rain

It refreshes not just the soil, but the soul.

Good Sunday.

I got a lot accomplished. I'm feeling better. At 3:45am we will see how this all holds up. Work at 5am.

Big Changes

Moved or removed a few plants over the past two weeks. Only the cannas remain. I'm being ruthless.

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Boiled Peanuts.

Fall crashed into us on Friday. The high of 59 occurred just after midnight. It's drizzly and damp this morning. The house is clean. The parents have come and gone. Summer is officially over with the passing of the boat.

Like some redneck voyage to Valhalla, my dad came with the van (customized, of course) and took the boat back. I will get it again in the spring when their sights turn towards the massive vegetable garden they plant each year. 12 bags of frozen tomatoes were all she claimed to have put away. I'm on number 16 now. <3

My tiller was returned and will be put to use shortly as I want to move more plants this weekend. I need larger beds to accommodate the migration.

I accidentally took sedum cuttings Thursday. They are in bloom now reminding me why I need more.

I've got cabbage seedlings and clearance Hosta that need homes. Koda hates rain. I'll leave him inside.

It's 55°. I'm gonna have some hot peanuts before I do anything else.

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Like a squirrel.

I've started preparing for winter. Cooler temperatures are in the forecast. I long for a hammock and a firepit. These are important to my plans. The tea olives are blooming. I must hurry.

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Water sprinklers...

make great hummingbird watching.

Great night for sitting.

Got another day off tomorrow. Got plans to do nothing. Gonna do it well.

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Hard Candy Christmas

I put Christmas on the shelves today. It's really discouraging. I've had to listen to that witch and ghost reaper for more than a month. The same song. The same remarks. The same joke from a walker who is probably a little off her rocker.

The witch is motion activated. Her hoot sets the reaper into motion. Together it sounds more like catcalling than horror. The woman wearing too much makeup in all the wrong places, says to me as she grabs my arm, "I haven't had that much attention since my husband passed away." And she walks on.

It was a beautiful day to be inside. It's cooled off a bit with some clouds. The mosquitoes are out in force. I'll take Koda for a walk after dark.

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Serenity Now.

It's 66 degrees. I'm having a cold glass of the house wine of the South in a chair made of cheap Chinese plastic. The firepit is a $1.00 citronella bucket candle clearanced just in time. There's a moon that's almost full illuminating the back yard. The pup is off chewing something. By the sound of things the neighbors are restless tonight. I'm heading to bed. Eventually.

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