A behind-the-scenes glimpse of the Great Stegelburg Relocation Adventure
"I just drove to my grandpa’s for a visit but Pilot puked all over the car and I had to drive back and clean it…
Went outside to get some fresh air and cat barfed. Then Barfy the First tried to eat Barfy the Second’s barf. Now, all I can smell is barf and I’m pretty sure I’m going to barf before this day is over.”
These are definitely not pictures of the dog
Early this spring as we were weeding the flower beds we discovered a stick. It was the stem or trunk of something, sticking straight up out of the ground. We didn’t even know if it was alive or dead. We considered pulling it out (it was a wholesale replanting) but, at the last minute, decided to leave it and see if something happened.
A few weeks ago it began sprouting leaves. We still weren’t sure what it was, but it looked okay so we let it do its thing.
To our delight, last week flowers emerged and our mystery was solved. The “stick” was a Rose of Sharon I planted two years ago. C’s mom gave us three of these, all of which I planted and none of which survived—or so we thought. You can see it in the top picture on the right.
Other items of note: the yellow blooms (erg, forgot the name) were also from Janine. In early summer I tucked them in on the lee side of the greenhouse; they finally bloomed and look very happy. And notice the woven fence C made to demarcate his Three Sisters garden. (He’ll have to make a few of these every year just because they’re lovely.)
Oh, and also, the dog.
Okay, so this is NOT going to turn into a 47563-pictures-of-our-dog tumblr… but COME ON.
This dog is a muppet.
This is the new guy. His name is Pilot. Someday he will be a loyal and intimidating guard, defending Stegelburg territory.
But that day is not today.
Today he will earn smacks from an indignant cat and try not to poop on the floor.
Yesterday, as I sat at the kitchen table, I looked up just in time to see a bold little mouse wander out from behind the washing machine. AND I DID NOT FREAK OUT.
Last year I planted two rosebushes at the bottom of the garden… but suddenly this year we’ve got three kinds of roses. I’m pretty happy about it.
C spent the weekend working in the orchard. Then he took this picture.
This is where fairies live.