It is miracle Saturday. I don’t usually get online on a Saturday; let alone one that is rainy. So, I thought I would share a bit of my life with you.
When I do get online, one of my favorite blogs is Crazy Aunt Purl. I have secretly been thinking about living in L.A. a lot lately. I have no idea why; okay, there is the warmer weather, but I would HATE the traffic. But, Crazy Aunt Purl wrote a most moving blog on August 17; when the gardeners her landlord hired totally destroyed her garden. It was an act of vandalism, as far as I am concerned. My heart sunk when I saw it, I can only imagine how she felt when she came home and discovered it. Her rows of beautiful corn, I have four stalks that have yet to reach knee height, and her pumpkin vines are now just like four sticks sticking up, with one tiny pumpkin sitting forelornly in the mud. How mean can someone be, to do that to a person, after that person has worked for months to put food, they grew, on the table?
Anyway, that is how they grow, with tender loving care, in Sunny L.A. This has been a cool year and this is how they have grown in rainy, cool, Indiana this year.
Let’s just hope these striped babies are well hidden from the two orphan fawns that are eating my ripe tomatoes.
My pumpkin patch is creeping out into the grass, which is now impossible to mow without cutting the pumpkins. It originates from the top o the picture (where the tomato cages are and is growing out to the bottom of the picture, and on the right side, even growing up the side of my studio.
And, here is one of my baby yellow pumpkins in this patch.
To end up, I will show you what IS tornado damage. The expert came out to one house and declared it to be straight wind but my yard was damaged with things falling in a circular pattern throughout. I have very thick hostas in front of my studio. I was going to thin them this fall, but this is what I have on one side now.
You can see the progressive damage as the wind whipped around. The sticks at the corner of the studio were full grown hosta just as the one under the window is; even though it is also beaten a bit. This is one side of the door, the plants on the other side of the door were barely damaged at all. The tree to the right of this building, past my garden, had a large limb ripped off and it went to the right. The limb on my roof was knocked to the right, and all around my yard, they were knocked down in that swirl pattern.
My next door neighbor was home during the storm and he heard the freight train sound, so I am presuming the eye went over their house.
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