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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

ABOUT FENCE! HOLLY HUMOR

ABOUT FENCE!  HOLLY HUMOR
I must be living right. I have friends who know how to do things I can’t do and tools and materials to make things happen (in the right season).

Burford Holly hedge behind Tiger Fountain
The south border of Tiger Fountain Garden is a dwarf Burford holly hedge.

Rotundafolia Holly and Althea shrub
There’s a Rotundafolia holly (named for the shrub’s natural round shape) around the corner to the east.
Burford Holly hedge and 'volunteer' under the hedge
Burford holly (in the background) has an oval leaf with a sharp point . Rotundafolia (in the foreground) has five sharp points on the sides and end of the leaf.  Every one of the seven volunteer hollies under the Burford hedge has Rotundafolia leaves. I always thought it was sort of a holly joke that all those seedlings favor the other parent but now I’m not so sure. 
Rotundafolia leaves and Burford leaves on same plant.
Wendell is getting clay off the clamshell digger as he digs  a posthole in background.
Wendell and I thought the plant we removed was one of those joke hollies because it had Rotundafolia leaves as far as we could see under the parent holly. When we moved it we saw, eight feet up at that the top, only  Burford holly leaves!  One of these days we’ll transplant those seedlings and one of these years we’ll see if they all change into Burford holly.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Tonight I learned that if you put the kitten's medicine in canned catfood, inside a cat crate, with the door shut, (on accounta the kitten is busy playing on the floor with a Q-tip) the dog can still eat it!

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Perhaps my red bag came with a key-jinn.
This time I found myself with a cart full of cat food (and kitty litter 'cuz they go together) in the parking lot at Sams at 8:25 Friday night- missing my inelegant purse jewel I'd snapped to the strap ring- my CAR KEYS!  
Not by the check-out, or lost n found, or in the cart or in the red bag in the bright lights.
So, before tracing my entire shopping route in the next five minutes 'til closing, I went back over my steps to the car, looked around in case I'd dropped them before I went in.
Found them IN THE DOOR LOCK!
Bond said Keykopelli did it.