Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thunder, lightening, drenching rain.
This trifecta can only mean one thing ~ it must be Memorial Weekend!
Like clockwork, every year, the teasing warmth of an early summer disappears at the precise moment I start dusting off the camping gear.
I've been prowling the nurseries. Drooling over the new flowers they have to offer.
But, I leave my purse in the car so as not to be too tempted too early.
And, I keep my big mouth shut when strolling past the happy lines of optimistic shoppers, scooping up cheery flowering baskets, tender annuals ~ giddy over the great weather we've been having.
I do not utter a word about how they're jumping the gun and Mother Nature has one more trick up her sleeve.
Because, nobody likes it when you rain on their parade. Including me.
So, I'm working on a Totally Tasty Plan B ~ Dry Rub Ribs for this Ultra Iffy Memorial Day BBQ. These cook better in the oven than they do on the grill.
* First, baste the ribs with 3 tbs fresh roasted garlic (those jars you buy in the supermarket) and 2 tbs spicy brown mustard. Then sprinkle the dry ingredients onto the ribs. Bake @ 300 for 2-3 hours. This recipe is good for 3 pounds of ribs.
- 2 tbs roasted, ground cumin
- 2 tbs dark brown sugar
- 2 tbs smoked paprika
- 2 tbs onion powder
- 1 tablespoon chili powder
- 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 2 tbs salt and 2 tbs pepper (or let your guests handle this when you're done cooking)
Have you ever wondered why BBQ joints
feature dancing piggies in their logos?
If I were the piggy, I'd be making a quick exit from this party.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
|I'm a sucker for heirloom Bearded Iris|
"Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity." ~ N. Lellande
I'm good for 30 gallons.
What does that make you think of? Gas? Beer? Iced Tea? Iced Cream? Well, I could go for at least a gallon of that to-die-for Chocolate Hazelnut variety but, alas, it's not about any of these things.
One weed, in particular. The dreaded Bermuda Grass that has taken hold of the Big Rock Garden. The 30 gallons is the size of the barrel that sits in the garden and that's the daily tally of Bermuda Grass I've been pulling up by the long, long roots and tossing into the barrel. For the last 3 days. All the while griping, moaning, complaining + trying hard to find someone to finger for this disaster.
Other than myself.
Apparently the kids need something to play on. Now, these kids haven't played on anything other than an X-Box for as long as I've known them but... that's the wonderful thing about parents. Optimists to their dying day.
|Flowering Almonds are not supposed to grow here but they don't seem too unhappy.|
I know nothing about grass. Other than how to kill it.
When I purchased this home it had a 12,000 square foot Kentucky Blue Grass lawn. (In a desert environment. Go figure.) It's down to 2,000 square feet, now, which is still plenty of room for Bad Dog to enjoy an afternoon nap. And, I'm quite proud of that water-saving, back-breaking effort.
Now, I tried to do right by this grass idea. We cleaned the area of weeds and leveled the land because I paid an arm and a leg for certified, weed-free, screened top soil. Only this certified weed-free super fantabulous top soil wasn't weed free at all.
And, they brought me twice as much as I needed so ~ in my infinite wisdom ~ I decided to use the rest of it to amend the hard as can be clay soil in the Big Rock Garden.
Which brings me to another favorite quote of mine:
Right when you think things are going your way... something is falling apart and you don't even know about it. Yet.
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Enough about my lousy housekeeping ~ meet my $5 bargain. Do you recognize what's taking over my sunny window? It's a Clematis. I've got 8 of them growing in my living room and may I just say? It's a jungle in here!
I was picking up supplies, over at Walmart a couple months ago, when I spotted a rack of little green bags. Nearly dead Clematis roots inside. One enterprising little plant had wiggled her way through a hole in the green bag and was sprouting. So, naturally, I had to rescue her. And, then I went back and rescued all of her friends.
I would not have guessed that dead, dry Clematis roots could make such a fab comeback but if you look.... real.... close... you'll see that she's budding!
* Safe planting date, at my elevation, is Memorial Day so it won't be long until I can set them free.
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
|Soon to be Lilac Blossom|
|Flowering Plum Tree|
|One extra early Tulip ~ jumpin' the gun.|
|Don't forget to pet the pony!|