Sep 28

Liveblogging the Front Yard

I was going to sit out on my front porch and liveblog my front yard, but it’s very, very sunny there and I, luckily, have an abundance of shade just a few feet away from said front porch, so I am in a plastic chair, listening to the neighbor kids set off their car alarm while their mom yells at them and they insist they are not setting it off on purpose.  The dog is milling about next to me, eating grass and enjoying the weather.  The next door neightbor dog has finally lost interest in barking at us.

There are things to be done.  Most importantly, I have to figure out how to keep my bed from rolling around my room, because otherwise I’m going to break my neck trying to get into it.  And I need to rustle something up for lunch.

Mack brought us over an ironing board, which is doing duty as a makeshift dining room table.  And this morning, I saw the picture of a naked girl that someone put behind my closet door.  I’m not pointing fingers, but when I accused the obvious subject, he said it was Kathy’s idea.  I can’t decide which would be funnier, if he and Kathy had conspired to put it there or if he thought he could get away with blaming her.

I wish I knew where the camera was, because I would take a picture of Mrs. Wigglebottom just laying… lying… lounging in the grass, rolling around, scratching her back, pointing her belly towards the sun, while a yellow butterfly flitters by like it’s checking to see if this is some exotic, snorting flower.  Seeing my dog happy in the grass makes me happier than I know how to tell you.  The faces of the bulldog breeds are so expressive and she just has this look on her face of pure joy.

I’ll be curious to see the place in the spring, but right now, it seems obvious that the one thing it needs is more flowers.  Right now the only things in bloom around the house are this spider-plant like thing with purple flowers here in the front yard and this orange viney thing that seems to attract humming birds in the back.

The thing I’m most surprised about is how soft the grass is under my feet.

I should be unpacking, but it’s like 78 here and sunny and my dog has convinced me that there’s no place I need to be more now than right here.

I don’t think I’ll take my clothes off and roll in the grass, though, at least not until the neighborkids go in.

15 thoughts on “Liveblogging the Front Yard”

  1. Weren’t you there when Kathy suggested it? If it’s the blue sketch of the impossible woman with the impossible measurements, then you were there.

    As for the bed, maybe you could try to cut up one of those anti-skid things that goes under a rug.

  2. So you have monkeygrass and trumpet vines. That’s a good start. If you want to, you can plant some bulbs next month so you’ll have flowers the spring. And I think you can plant poppies now for spring, too. And figure out where you’d like to have the flower beds for spring plants. You could plan strategically so that once the flowers are flowering you’ll be able to take off your clothes and roll around in the grass whenever you like.

  3. After the stress of the last few weeks — you’ve earned some time on the porch enjoying the weather. Yay! Send pictures when you get stuff sorted. Or, we’ll come for another visit.

  5. I didn’t find any wisteria seeds this time, BUT i have more Moonflower seed than I will ever be able to distribute. If you want me to save some for you, say the word.

    oh, and congrats on the house — it’s wonderful that it’s all come together so far in such a short amount of time!

  8. Heh. That Professor is an astute one, I tell you.

    You must’ve been oblivious because I have a really loud whisper and we talked about it right in front of both of you. What you didn’t see was me sneaking a nail to him… did he actually put a nail in your wall?

  10. Kathy, I already threw you under the bus for being organized enough to have randomly stashed small wire sculptures in each box even though B was there both when you did it and when you told her you were doing it.

    And I meant to say that I love the picture of you and the dog. However, I not sure it quite captures her ferocity – her insistence in getting up the chair on top of you and forcing you to pet and cuddle her.

  11. To stop a bed from rolling, they sell brown (usually) hard-rubber (or similar plastic) doohickies that look like drink-coasters with a high (~0.5″) lip. You set those on the floor, and set the wheels of the bed inside the cup formed by the lip. Wal-Mart, Target, K-Mart, anybody like that should have them.

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