This first picture is one of a new greenhouse that my husband surprised me with. When I was at the bee masters course my husband had time on his hands. He is lost when I am not here and he got bored, remembered that I told him I wanted a greenhouse for growing tomatoes in. So, he got busy. This is a huge greenhouse, he is not finished yet, but has the skeleton constructed. I anticipate growing enough tomatoes in it (among many other hot weather vines, like some watermelons and muskmelons) to pay for the wood. I am growing tomato cultivars that goe by the name of "beefmaster" (beefstake type naturally) and romas. These are excellent canning tomatoes and I will have a market within my neighbourhood and families. My husband loves to build and when I got home from the course each day it was dark. It was dark when I left and dark when I returned, so I didn't see it until the Friday when I was finished the course. I was very surprised and grateful, I am a lucky woman.
I told my oldest grandson that if he worked hard and cleared up all the rocks and sticks behind his home that I would plant a flower garden behind his house. I would plant the night scented flowers there so that when he smelled these fragrances during the night that it would remind him of me. He immediately went to work and worked hard to clean up so I can rototill and plant these species of flowers that I am cultivating in my greenhouse. He obviously wants to smell these night flowers (and of course he loves the flowers anyways). I will also plant some good stuff so he has only a few feet to gather greens for his two rabbits that are behind his house.
This is my dog Kooder, (after Ry Kooder) (I'm not sure if that is how the named is spelled). Kooder thinks that he is human. Notice the blanket and pillows on the couch. I had to make these because he really has a difficult time to not go up on the couch at times, and especially at night, that is his bed. So I bend to his wishes. It saves the leather surface. Thank goodness he has short hair and does not have a dog stink, ever. Ooops. I should rephrase that. When he is working outside near the bush with me, he actually does smell very bad. I think that is the hormones that must be emitted to ward off all the wild animals that he believes will attack me. Once we are back in the yard, the stinky dog is gone and he has no scent whatsoever.
This is a dog that is so vocal, I am sure that he was once a human. He talks all the time. If he was a human, he would have been one that is blessed with the gift of the gab. He even comes into the greenhouse to work with me. He is actually rather lazy when he gets in there though. He likes to lay on the floor on a big towel that I put down for him to make him comfortable. He takes care of me.
Ramblin', yup, I can do that. Enjoy the pictures. Best of the great day. Cindi