resplendent with trumpets and flutes,
I am pruning the euphonium bushes,
I am watering the piccolo shoots,
my tubas and tambourines flourish,
surrounded by saxophone reeds,
I am planting trombones and pianos,
and sowing sweet sousaphone seeds.
I have cymbals galore in my garden,
staid oboes in orderly rows,
there are flowering fifes and violas
in the glade where the glockenspiel grows,
there are gongs and guitars in abundance,
there are violins high on the vine,
and an arbor of harps by the bower
where the cellos and clarinets twine.
My bassoons are beginning to blossom,
as my zithers and mandolins bloom,
my castanets happily chatter,
my kettledrums merrily boom,
the banjos that branch by the bugles
play counterpoint with a kazoo,
come visit my glorious garden
and hear it play music for you.
-by Shel Silverstein, in Something Big Has Been Here
(Side note: that's one of the poems I read to Liv when she stayed with Mike and me the night Ila was born.)
I'm not growing tubas and stuff, but I have planted these things:
5 kinds of tomatoes
4 kinds of peppers
pineapple sage
5 kinds of mint
wax and royal burgundy beans
snow peas
marigolds
spring onions
lettuces
arugula
yellow and zucchini squash
rainbow chard
japanese cucumbers
basil
parsley
tarragon
dill
rosemary
thyme
nasturtiums
Here's the garden now:
I'll take another picture in a few weeks, and hopefully it will be much greener!
Also, I built an Outdoor Play Area (OPA) for Badger the corn snake, so that he can enjoy the warm nights in a larger, more interesting enclosure.
Here it is:
And here he is, hiding under a turtle shell:
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| "Go away." |
I'm pretty sure he's grumpy because he's in the middle of shedding and can't really see anything right now. Also, I imagine he must be very itchy.
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