summer I found snails floating about The Pond. O how interesting I
thought. I wasn't surprised because it rained every few days and the
garden was under siege by slugs so why not snails in the water.
Watching them float around was a bit of a treat.
came when I realized the duck rice had disappeared. Not a teeny tiny
leaf was to be found. Hhmmm, a quick search and yep, they
luvvvvvvvvvvv duck rice. So out they came. I couldn't bring meself
to do the deed so a toss over the fence worked for me.
I was sitting back relaxing and what to me wondering eyes did I see,
not one but dozens of the bastards, errr, creatures, floating about.
I grabbed a container, squirted dish soap in then filled with water.
The battle had begun!
scooped out dozens of all sizes sneering as they dropped to the
bottom. I put too much time and money into finding pond plants that
a mere snail wasn't going to beat me this year. Besides The Pond
doesn't need “cleaners” because it's in shade and has always
remained crystal clear.
they still keep coming and coming and I am ever ready with container and
scooper waiting to fish them out. Escargot gone :)
though winter past was cold, brutally cold, and o so long, I can't
remember when the flowering shrubs, Honeysuckle and Ruby Red Weigela,
have bloomed so profusely. Their leaves are spot free; stems are
sprouting from their trunks and their colours are vivid! So vivid
they are bringing in hummers every day who are having a grand ole
has to have been planted at least 15 years ago and ever since they've
hummed and hawed about their location. Both are tucked in to a
corner, only receiving a hour or two of filtered sun a day; and
subjected to bitter winter winds that blow through the garden. I
swear it's like living in a wind tunnel when the wind blows.
a “grow or you go” gardener. I'm more a come on, you can do it,
lets make Cheryl happy having given you a beautiful garden home to
call your own. She doesn't use pesticides, herbicides, chemicals of
any kind, only good ole home made compost mixed in with the sweet
scent of shite. So perk up plants, take root and you'll be content
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
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