<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289</id><updated>2011-12-31T15:21:36.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GardenGirl</title><subtitle type='html'>Avoiding homework ... AGAIN!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-8927859225330596770</id><published>2007-10-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:04.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behold the mighty Ash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RyCOeJIS-HI/AAAAAAAAACs/L0bWWB33LrQ/s1600-h/IMG_2628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RyCOeJIS-HI/AAAAAAAAACs/L0bWWB33LrQ/s320/IMG_2628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125253024445560946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, elbow deep in harvest season, I take what remaining time of have of warm afternoons and daylight to lay on my small patch of lawn and behold the giant ash tree that borders mine and Nancy's property. The tree is easily over 120 feet, and it towers over just about every tree in the neighborhood. (Though Justin and Heather's oak trees are huge, they are down the hill from my house.) Quietly on the lawn, with Bootsy and Bronnie trying to capture my attention, I regard that tree and reflect on the petty bullshit that transpired during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-8927859225330596770?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8927859225330596770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=8927859225330596770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/8927859225330596770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/8927859225330596770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/behold-mighty-ash.html' title='Behold the mighty Ash!'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RyCOeJIS-HI/AAAAAAAAACs/L0bWWB33LrQ/s72-c/IMG_2628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-4961044975002532799</id><published>2007-10-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:04.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It had to happen eventually</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RxFSSoU7JRI/AAAAAAAAACk/saccJtE0U3Y/s1600-h/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RxFSSoU7JRI/AAAAAAAAACk/saccJtE0U3Y/s400/IMG_2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120964731313267986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I brought the elephant ear is today. Additionally, the sunflowers came down, the plume poppies, lotsa rudbeckia, the endless snow-on-the-mountain and corrydalis - both of which grow invasive in the garden. Should I turn the whole thing over next year? This question rolls and rolls around in my head. Especially when I'm yanking out fistfuls of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't work a day in the garden without at least someone stopping by and asking about how to overwinter the ears. I don't know anymore than the next person, really. I had a little buddy come over and help me haul them outta the ground. First, we sawed off the large stalks and then coaxed them out with pitchforks. We were soaked - the stalks are almost completely water and fiber. I'm trying to dry them in the garage, though I will need something absorbent to spread on them so they won't rot. The garden is so incredibly bare. How in the world will I avoid homework now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-4961044975002532799?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4961044975002532799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=4961044975002532799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/4961044975002532799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/4961044975002532799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-had-to-happen-eventually.html' title='It had to happen eventually'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RxFSSoU7JRI/AAAAAAAAACk/saccJtE0U3Y/s72-c/IMG_2596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-5689971971168901493</id><published>2007-09-23T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:05.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equinox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RvajTtHnneI/AAAAAAAAACc/1oPo2qWXKKo/s1600-h/IMG_2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RvajTtHnneI/AAAAAAAAACc/1oPo2qWXKKo/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113453985850170850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even worth watering the garden anymore? I have such a feeling of guilt when I purposefully allow it to die back. Oh, yes, I know ... it all will live again to see another day. But, watching the zinnias shrivel up and die. And then the rudbeckia wither away. And then the sad-sack hanging ferns - leaf by endless leaf - thinning. And, of course, the elephant ears ... once majestic green and tall, now with rivers of yellow in their veins looking so forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;The recent shock of cold (several nights in the 40s, a few "kissing" the freezing mark) have sent the plants' sugars racing towards the root balls and have spurred on new growth ... the anthuriums especially. Check it out -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-5689971971168901493?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5689971971168901493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=5689971971168901493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/5689971971168901493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/5689971971168901493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/09/equinox.html' title='Equinox'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RvajTtHnneI/AAAAAAAAACc/1oPo2qWXKKo/s72-c/IMG_2605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-4544161875724047853</id><published>2007-09-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:05.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! The sunflower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RuiTpFGt8tI/AAAAAAAAACU/HQi3EcPtIIc/s1600-h/IMG_2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RuiTpFGt8tI/AAAAAAAAACU/HQi3EcPtIIc/s200/IMG_2557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109496111206101714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first year I've planted sunflowers, but it won't be the last. I grew them from seeds and they eventually peaked at almost 7 feet tall. These sunflower plants were rather scraggy - meaning the leaves weren't really that robust ... the stalks were yellowish ...  but the flowers, OH! the sunflowers! Check out my pix ... with a lazy bumble bee on it. As usual, the photo doesn't really reflect the intense colors ... here a deep maroon - almost black - petal. And while the 'big boys' (the first heads to bloom) were enormous (about 8 inches in diameter), the blossoms now are rather small (about 2 inches in diameter). Not long ago, having coffee on the porch, I saw a family of finches trying to get loose some of those tightly packed sunflower seeds. The flower heads attract bees galore ... and the bees gorge on them ... unwilling to let go. I find them in the morning, drunk and sluggishly embedded in the center part of the flowers. Very ornery. Best to let them be until the sun warms them up. Then it's ok to swat them off and cut the flowers so I can enjoy them inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-4544161875724047853?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4544161875724047853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=4544161875724047853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/4544161875724047853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/4544161875724047853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-sunflower.html' title='Oh! The sunflower!'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RuiTpFGt8tI/AAAAAAAAACU/HQi3EcPtIIc/s72-c/IMG_2557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-7377380877918662977</id><published>2007-09-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:48:51.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For and From my Knittin' pals</title><content type='html'>From and for my knittin' pals ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knit swap ... how fun! Here's my Xmas around the World Knitters Swap questionnaire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you religious?&lt;/span&gt; yes ... spiritual and Catholic (or, rather, Catholic and spiritual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How long have you been knitting?&lt;/span&gt; All my life, though I picked it up again this past winter, 30 years after my mom put my first pair of knitting needles in my hands. I'm a beginner, but there is nothing that my mom and I couldn't conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you have any other hobbies besides knitting?&lt;/span&gt; Reading, Gardening, and avoiding homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Favorite color(s)?&lt;/span&gt; Favorite color today? Green. Soft, mint green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you collect anything? &lt;/span&gt;I'm partial to funky purses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you allergic to any fibers or animals?&lt;/span&gt; I'm allergic to cats. That doesn't diminish my love and devotion to my outdoor cat, Bootsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Bootsy and Bronson - 8 year old yellow lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/span&gt; Oh my! Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cookies or Sweets?&lt;/span&gt; Cookies. Better yet, cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you knit socks?&lt;/span&gt; Haven't tried yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If not socks then what? (tell us about your favorite knits)&lt;/span&gt; So far, I've knit a scarf (the endless scarf) and 2 purses. My next project is a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you put up a Christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt; Absolutely. And I leave it up as long as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Favorite holiday treats?&lt;/span&gt; Christmas cookies - all kinds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Favorite holiday smells?&lt;/span&gt; Pine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you celebrate Christmas in a traditional or unconventional way? Please elaborate.&lt;/span&gt; Traditional filled with family. Though one favorite memory was when mom and dad were recovering from pneumonia. I stayed home and took a long walk around the lake. It was deserted, white, and filled with potential for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What are your favorite holiday traditions?&lt;/span&gt; Being the 'gift-passer-outter' at our traditional Christmas Eve meal. Though I'm well into my 40s, and there are young-uns that want to take on that responsibility, it's mine ... all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Finish the sentence: “For me Christmas is all about....”&lt;/span&gt; Reading Frost's "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening," Christmas Eve appetizers and champagne at the folks', Christmas meal at my sister's in my pajamas and dozens of friends and family (in their pajamas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If you were a Christmas ornament you would be…….?&lt;/span&gt; RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What was your favorite gift you've ever received?&lt;/span&gt; A box of old piano sheet music. My mom and I spent the entire vacation playing duets. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Or given?&lt;/span&gt; Pictures. Being the family archivist, it's fun to come up with creative gifts using old Prom photos and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When do you start your Christmas?&lt;/span&gt; As soon as the tree is up, the Saturday after Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you send Christmas cards?&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you make them or buy them?&lt;/span&gt; Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your favorite Christmas dish?&lt;/span&gt; anything cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Carolers are at your door. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt; Beg to join them on their rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When do you open presents?&lt;/span&gt; Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you celebrate with family or friends or both?&lt;/span&gt; BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the gals who've organized and arranged this! How fun! Thanks in advance to my special knittin' pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-7377380877918662977?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7377380877918662977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=7377380877918662977' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/7377380877918662977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/7377380877918662977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-and-from-my-knittin-pals.html' title='For and From my Knittin&apos; pals'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-7242693431609309754</id><published>2007-08-31T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:05.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I was There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/Rthzbt8BV2I/AAAAAAAAABM/MSqdwGcDFbI/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/Rthzbt8BV2I/AAAAAAAAABM/MSqdwGcDFbI/s400/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104957097649461090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my trip to China last summer - especially now that the squeeze is on and school has started. This particular picture is of a Dragon Tree - I captured this image in the Imperial Garden on the grounds of the Forbidden City. It was a hot, rainy, especially crowded day. A day in which I slipped on the marble staircases (don't let anyone tell you that Crocs aren't slippery), dripped chocolate ice cream on my white Tshirt, and held my nephew's hand as we commiserated about the eventuality of school starting. Now school has started and I'm thinking about my nephew and the Forbidden City. Sigh. Why is it that vacations are so fleeting and working is so consuming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-7242693431609309754?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7242693431609309754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=7242693431609309754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/7242693431609309754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/7242693431609309754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/wish-i-was-there.html' title='Wish I was There'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/Rthzbt8BV2I/AAAAAAAAABM/MSqdwGcDFbI/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-148230326423375618</id><published>2007-08-25T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:05.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>avoiding homework, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RtDQAN8BV1I/AAAAAAAAABE/fzyTbRZMqlM/s1600-h/monarch+on+zinnia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RtDQAN8BV1I/AAAAAAAAABE/fzyTbRZMqlM/s400/monarch+on+zinnia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102807079970756434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a moment of bliss. Several moments, actually. Alright, it was pretty much the entire afternoon. I was sitting on the porch with the cat in my lap and the dog at my feet - alternating between knitting the "endless scarf", avoiding homework, and napping. All of a sudden, the lawn service guys drove up and started mowing the lawn. Typically, they come on Fridays when I'm at school. I felt kinda odd just sitting there on my porch letting someone else do the work. I felt as if I should get the trimmer and help out. So, I sat there. Cat in lap. Dog at feet. Avoiding homework and knitting the "endless scarf". God! I felt like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I saw this incredible monarch butterfly on the zinnias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-148230326423375618?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/148230326423375618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=148230326423375618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/148230326423375618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/148230326423375618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/avoiding-homework-again.html' title='avoiding homework, again'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RtDQAN8BV1I/AAAAAAAAABE/fzyTbRZMqlM/s72-c/monarch+on+zinnia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-38693174648467035</id><published>2007-08-24T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:06.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn it over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/Rs-Put8BV0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/r54NjsLBk0g/s1600-h/red.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/Rs-Put8BV0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/r54NjsLBk0g/s320/red.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102454935602157378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If left untended, the garden would be awash in grasses (the crab-kind) and snow-on-the-mountain. There's only one thing that frustrates me more than this - those damned Japanese Beatles. Their infestation on the rose bushes is gross - GROSS! I'm tempted to turn the whole garden over. Mulch it over and plant boring, suburban shrubs. Like Bridal Veil or Verbenum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is soon to start and time is limited (and attention waning) for tending the garden. Tomorrow, I'll start the first of several "major chops". Though the rains have made for an over abundance of flowers, it will look more well tended and I won't have to suffer the scorn of neighbors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-38693174648467035?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/38693174648467035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=38693174648467035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/38693174648467035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/38693174648467035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/turn-it-over.html' title='turn it over!'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/Rs-Put8BV0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/r54NjsLBk0g/s72-c/red.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-5054214204992926903</id><published>2007-08-21T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:44:06.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfurl the Elephant Ear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RsuVtN8BVzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kj0ZsYuD7lM/s1600-h/unfurl!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RsuVtN8BVzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kj0ZsYuD7lM/s320/unfurl!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101335606995277618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around this time of year, the elephant ears in the garden assume larger than life dimensions. Thanks to their weekly dose of steroids (aka Miracle Grow), the ears grow to over 6 feet. Their leaves are a river of veins ... another universe, really. It's sad, though. Just at their peak, the days get shorter the nights gets colder. Soon a frost will annihilate (there is no better word) those glorious leaves and it will just be a mass of massive stalks with a rotting wet heap of pulp attached to them. I heave them out of the ground with a pitchfork, let them dry out - forlorn - in the garage, then bury them in peat. Unglorious and downtrodden in a teal-colored tupperware bin. Teal colored, for chrissakes! They will live again next summer. When the hassles of the school year are behind me and us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-5054214204992926903?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5054214204992926903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=5054214204992926903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/5054214204992926903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/5054214204992926903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/08/unfurl-elephant-ear.html' title='Unfurl the Elephant Ear'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JT0hGGSOI3k/RsuVtN8BVzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/kj0ZsYuD7lM/s72-c/unfurl!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248421709929993289.post-9059427203747558064</id><published>2007-07-31T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:53:18.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisies! I love daisies!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking lately about my favorite flower - daisies. They're long lasting, they're sunny, they come in all kinds of shapes and colors. Think about it (and feel free to add to the list):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudbeckia&lt;br /&gt;Echinacea&lt;br /&gt;Cosmos&lt;br /&gt;Shastas&lt;br /&gt;Gerbers&lt;br /&gt;Sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Susans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, sunflowers aren't technically daisies (at least I don't think so) ... but that center-surrounded-by-spokes pattern is an intriguing, thought provoking pattern. At least for me. I'll post my daisies if I can figure out how to add photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248421709929993289-9059427203747558064?l=girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/feeds/9059427203747558064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248421709929993289&amp;postID=9059427203747558064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/9059427203747558064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248421709929993289/posts/default/9059427203747558064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlwiththegarden.blogspot.com/2007/07/daisies-i-love-daisies.html' title='Daisies! I love daisies!'/><author><name>Principalooza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
