Hens and chicks
They are so cute that even since I saw them a long time ago in a neighbor's garden, I have been wondering what they were. They are the marvel of nature, a perfect presentation of symmetry and geometry.
So I found them today. It took me a few hours to drill a drainage hole in my favorite flower pot, but I didn't expect to find them already so large in Garden Works. The pot turned out to be pathetically small. I need to get a larger one, and a white one to match the ruby color. I was planning to get the jade one, but made the last minute decision for the ruby one.
I am very happy to get a bunch of English lavender. I will plant them beside the dianthus. She gives me beautiful scarlet flowers even in winter. It is time to reward her. I will find a larger pot and put her and the lavender in.
A sunny hot day.
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Did more gardening today: I re-arranged the hens and chicks in the green pot. While I was doing this, our Beta fish Phil watched attentively from his tank. Phil is almost three years old. He is a loner and most of the time resting at various spots in the tank. I just changed the water last night, so he was quite happy now. He is very protective of his own territory, and is alert to any movements 5 feet in radius. Sometimes I purposely waive my hands while sitting on the couch just to arouse him from his lazy naps. He quickly swims to the surface and watches me. He will then do a quick patrol around, feeling assured and satisfied to find himself the only creature there.
Last year, my friend gave me a few water snails. Their presence in the tank extremely agonized Phil. He first tried to scare them away by opening his gills. That was a failure. He then launched body attacks, throwing himself to them with speed and power. They were more like suicide attacks, because only a few attempts later, he broke his right fin. He swam lopsidedly for a month. I was glad that Phil did not like the snails. Me either. They smell and stink up the water very fast.
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The internet sensation today is a cat with grumpy face. She was born that way so she could not help but become famous. I had a cat, a long time ago. He didn't have a proper name, and was referred to by everyone in the household as Stinky. He was a handsome boy, golden hair with dark brown stripes. There was a butterfly print on his face. He lived about seven years and died while I was away. He was very close to my aunt who fed him and pampered him. When he was young, he liked to play hide-and-seek with me. One day he buried his head in the pile of quilts on the bed, and froze there waiting for me to find him. I couldn't stop laughing because his tail and butt was sticking out.
When fish and fresh meat was hard to find, my aunt tried to train him to eat rice and steamed bread. He would rather starve to death than eat those. Those days, cat food was out of our imagination, and unheard of.
So I found them today. It took me a few hours to drill a drainage hole in my favorite flower pot, but I didn't expect to find them already so large in Garden Works. The pot turned out to be pathetically small. I need to get a larger one, and a white one to match the ruby color. I was planning to get the jade one, but made the last minute decision for the ruby one.
I am very happy to get a bunch of English lavender. I will plant them beside the dianthus. She gives me beautiful scarlet flowers even in winter. It is time to reward her. I will find a larger pot and put her and the lavender in.
A sunny hot day.
******
Did more gardening today: I re-arranged the hens and chicks in the green pot. While I was doing this, our Beta fish Phil watched attentively from his tank. Phil is almost three years old. He is a loner and most of the time resting at various spots in the tank. I just changed the water last night, so he was quite happy now. He is very protective of his own territory, and is alert to any movements 5 feet in radius. Sometimes I purposely waive my hands while sitting on the couch just to arouse him from his lazy naps. He quickly swims to the surface and watches me. He will then do a quick patrol around, feeling assured and satisfied to find himself the only creature there.
Last year, my friend gave me a few water snails. Their presence in the tank extremely agonized Phil. He first tried to scare them away by opening his gills. That was a failure. He then launched body attacks, throwing himself to them with speed and power. They were more like suicide attacks, because only a few attempts later, he broke his right fin. He swam lopsidedly for a month. I was glad that Phil did not like the snails. Me either. They smell and stink up the water very fast.
*****
The internet sensation today is a cat with grumpy face. She was born that way so she could not help but become famous. I had a cat, a long time ago. He didn't have a proper name, and was referred to by everyone in the household as Stinky. He was a handsome boy, golden hair with dark brown stripes. There was a butterfly print on his face. He lived about seven years and died while I was away. He was very close to my aunt who fed him and pampered him. When he was young, he liked to play hide-and-seek with me. One day he buried his head in the pile of quilts on the bed, and froze there waiting for me to find him. I couldn't stop laughing because his tail and butt was sticking out.
When fish and fresh meat was hard to find, my aunt tried to train him to eat rice and steamed bread. He would rather starve to death than eat those. Those days, cat food was out of our imagination, and unheard of.
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