This is our Lion, his name is Levon…he comes with a great story

This is our Lion, his name is George...he comes with a great story

We went shopping at Home Goods. Which is not privately owned, but I must confess their prices keep us in our home. We found a cement cat, he was beautiful & I thought he would be a great monument for Walter. The cat that left a huge hole in my heart. But his price was $50 dollars, so we searched everywhere. David found one with a chipped ear, marked down to 20. The injury was too much for me to want to buy him. We found a metal cat that was too small for a monument, but he was only 9.99. So we bought him as a door stop for the front door. We passed this lion a thousand times, he was 3 times bigger then the cat that I really wanted. I looked at the price tag for the lion. He was $25 dollars. Thats it. So we bought him not for Walter, I still want a cat for him. We bought the lion for our blueberries & our strawberries. in the fall we are going to smother him in yogurt to age him 20 years. What a find!

pots, pots, pots everywhere

pots, pots, pots everywhere

This was at the home depot yesterday. I thought they looked good, so I took the the picture with my phone, the only camera I’ll ever need.

Anyone ever heard of Kudzu?

The stuff grows up to 4 FEET a day.  I think if everyone in Birmingham took a holiday for 2 full weeks, Birmimgham will be under a blanket of the stuff.  I was photographing the vines & I could watch the changes, but not the movement.  Wish we could find something to do with it….

Can’t grow these if I got down on my knees & prayed to the god of the Petunia

Can't grow these if I got down on my knees & prayed to the god of the Petunia

Everywhere I go, they have above the concrete, in baskets, blasted by the sun for 18 hours a day & they still look like they just stepped out of a refreshing shower. I see them in large copper or metal drums being cooked alive & they don’t wilt, whimper, whine. They look as though God created them from tissue paper, but have the strength & endurance of titanium. Until I get them to my house, droopy as I take them out of the trunk, coughing & fainting from the execration of being moved from the tables sitting above the concrete parking lot at Lowes to my house. I plant them in the very best dirt (gosh, I’m an ass) money can buy. I put them in 12 hours of sun & in a week all the leaves are gone. Their stems look like the elbows & knees of a 6 foot tall 13 year old with one pathetic, pink saran wrap hanging on to life by sheer stupidity.
So I just take pictures of Petunia wherever I go & if no one is looking, whisper in their ears, “stuck up snob!” See, what I figure, no one ever comes to my house by choice & the petunia is a popularity seeking little brat. I am beneath its notice & nobody loves me, so I’m gonna go eat dirt. Not really, maybe a yogurt or something…
I’m gonna go tell my wholly flowers that do like me, that I like them too.