At 7am, the heat is already bad. I should be out there soaking the garden, but wanted to get a quick post in first. The "beast" died a few days ago (our computer), so I'm using a laptop for the time being. I am just trying to figure out how to get the photos loaded (picassa is not on here, so I'll work on that later maybe).
What ever is doing this returned the other day. Both porches were attacked like this. My two pots of comfrey were put safely inside the garage for the night. I can't afford to lost them, as I have lost all the other herbs.
I swept up the dirt, filled the pots, put out a trail camera, and it decided to not return last night. Of course that's how it works.
I can't figure it out. We've never had raccoons destroy anything here. The other day, one daughter saw something large, with a bushy tail jump from tree to tree, during the daytime. Raccoon? I guess we'll continue to watch.
The saying in my blog title comes from the movie "Sandlot" I think. Where the kids are playing baseball in the heat of summer and decide to go to the pool. I love that movie, and that saying always sticks out when the heat rises here. We still do not have the last window air conditioner installed either.
Yesterday, we took a 2 hour road trip for Father's Day. When we returned, we were tired, had a porch cookout in the muggy evening, and retired. We were all too tired and hot and sticky to even think about getting that unit in.
As for the road trip, we went to purchase a leather trunk for Hubby's Harley. He wanted it pretty badly, and the sale price was very good for the value of it. The seller was a 70-some year-old, dedicated Harley rider who didn't need it on his motorcycle anymore. His wife could not ride anymore due to health reasons, and he didn't want the extra weight on his bike. Now, once this is on, it means short road trips, overnight for us. He just has to get the hardware to install it now.
Again, no rain for us. Our grass is brown and crunches under our feet. The flower pots have to be watered two times a day or they almost die. This isn't good for the wild raspberries either. The garden awaits. I must go water before the heat bakes it away into dust.
I swept up the dirt, filled the pots, put out a trail camera, and it decided to not return last night. Of course that's how it works.
I can't figure it out. We've never had raccoons destroy anything here. The other day, one daughter saw something large, with a bushy tail jump from tree to tree, during the daytime. Raccoon? I guess we'll continue to watch.
The saying in my blog title comes from the movie "Sandlot" I think. Where the kids are playing baseball in the heat of summer and decide to go to the pool. I love that movie, and that saying always sticks out when the heat rises here. We still do not have the last window air conditioner installed either.
Yesterday, we took a 2 hour road trip for Father's Day. When we returned, we were tired, had a porch cookout in the muggy evening, and retired. We were all too tired and hot and sticky to even think about getting that unit in.
As for the road trip, we went to purchase a leather trunk for Hubby's Harley. He wanted it pretty badly, and the sale price was very good for the value of it. The seller was a 70-some year-old, dedicated Harley rider who didn't need it on his motorcycle anymore. His wife could not ride anymore due to health reasons, and he didn't want the extra weight on his bike. Now, once this is on, it means short road trips, overnight for us. He just has to get the hardware to install it now.
Again, no rain for us. Our grass is brown and crunches under our feet. The flower pots have to be watered two times a day or they almost die. This isn't good for the wild raspberries either. The garden awaits. I must go water before the heat bakes it away into dust.
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We had a big storm roll through last night with warnings of damaging hail, high winds and heavy rain. Fortunately, it just missed us (we got only 2/10th of an inch of rain and a little wind but 40 miles from us they have roads washed out and closed because of trees over them. Power outages, too. We were so lucky. I don't know what it would have done to the garden.
Hope you get a good drenching rain soon. And that it cools off for you.
Stay cool!
I don't believe coons jump from tree to tree. I'm thinking that's some kind of a squirrel, and they'll dig up pots to get at the seeds, bulbs, etc. they can eat.
As for your plants, this will sound mean, but you've already tried everything else, so here goes...I remember a long long time ago, to keep male dogs from digging into the pen with our Dad's female beagles, he dug a foot wide and foot deep trench around the pen, invited the neighbors to toss all their glass rubbish into it, filled it nearly up with that broken glass, then covered it with a few inches of dirt. Any male dog that tried to dig into the pen after that cut its paws and stopped, and I'd suggest about an inch thick layer of broken glass on the top of your herb pots would accomplish the same thing. Good luck!!!
God bless.
RB
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