Thursday, May 23, 2013
He looks as if he doesn't have a care in the world, doesn't he? I never tire of the interaction between humans and their pets. This little guy is clearly loved. via
I found a video of this adorable Corgi too. His name is Twinky.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Traditional Exterior by Bethesda Design. Photograph by Morgan Howarth. It's time to say good night. I mowed for almost 3 hours and still have lots to do. I haven't cranked up my riding mower for 3 weeks and the grass was l-o-n-g. See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.
This is how the county tax assessor sees the house.
I wish there were a picture showing how hard the realtor has to work to get it sold.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
This is the third paper nest this year I've had to knock down. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw this one going up at the top of the door jamb between my living room and the balcony. That's a little too close to home for me. Doesn't he look positively wicked? The yellow jackets make the gray paper themselves by chewing on slivers of wood. The young are hatched and food is stored in the nest’s center or "core" of hexagonal cells. That's today's science lesson from the cottage. my Nikon photo
Monday, May 20, 2013
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Last year at my birdbath.
I have to look in the garage to see if I can find these two inserts for the faux bois birdbath that doesn't hold water very well. Done! Maybe I'll get birds then even though Tabitha is in the front yard all day long. This robin is hilarious, isn't he? I love his wet head all punked up.
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I hope you aren't getting tired of seeing my new wood-chipped creation. This shows how close to the road I am. But when I'm sitting in that swivel chair between the two column it's as private as can be. By being close to the road, I have full use of my property. I have a huge grove of spruce trees to the right that protects my cottage otherwise. I have new neighbors diagonally across the street and they are very nice. The inside of my cottage is a disaster. I've never been able to take care of the inside and the outside at the same time. But eventually everything gets done. See you tomorrow.
If you can't see my embedded video, click here to watch/listen to a live performance of him singing Anthem, the song with these lyrics.
I've never heard of this lovely little flower. I looked it up and found it's in the same family as chickweed. My grandmother was always complaining about the latter as being her arch nemesis, so I suppose stitchwort is a weed too. The flower is lovely, isn't it? I have enough weeds, so I'll pass on having this in my garden but it's welcome to invade my back field. I'll look for it. via
My peonies are doing so well this year. This is their third year at my cottage since I dug them up with permission from a lady who was having a garage sale prior to selling a house. She was the daughter of the deceased owner and she said her mother would be pleased someone wanted them. I have three plants and each variety is different. They get so much more sun this year thanks to Hurricane Sandy.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
An Elizabethan gilded pocket sundial by Augustine Ryther dated 1585. Made for Sir George St Paul, a Lincolnshire squire. via I can't think of anything I'd rather own at the moment even though there is no sun on this rainy Sunday.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
They are finally starting to spread. I brought three pips from my old house and stuck them in the ground. Why didn't I dig up more you ask? Don't ask me but I wish I had. They seem very happy now that they have some breathing room and I think they will love the wood chips. I finished pulling up all the thistles in a back flower(less) bed and did some serious weeding. I'm going to put a very thick layer of wood chips there too. I felt a few raindrops and came in for a tomato sandwich. It's raining softly now. I just looked at my thermometer and it's 66° which is perfect for working outside. I'll go out again after the shower. Enjoy your weekend.
omelet |ˈäm(ə)lit| (also omelette) noun
A dish of beaten eggs cooked in a frying pan until firm, often with a filling added while cooking, and usually served folded over.
Ta Da -- My Breakfast this morning. Have a great weekend. It is cool and overcast and rain is predicted for later. I'm going to pull thistles from the flower bed beside my mother's deck today. Will my weeding ever be finished? Sigh.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
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Located at the top of a brownstone on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, the footprint was a tiny 425 square feet, but the space stretched vertically for approximately 25 feet, and had access to a roof terrace. As it existed, the arrangement was so awkward that there wasn’t even a reasonable place to locate a bed or a couch. Read more about this Specht Harpman renovation here. Click on the small photos in the article to enlarge. I'm totally impressed!!!