Friday, March 11, 2016

Dirt


I'm in bed with Olga again this morning, mentally preparing for the arrival of our guests today. I think the house is in pretty good shape, except that Dave got a delivery yesterday of about 20 bags of compost, which are all stacked in the foyer next to the front door.

"Can't we move those somewhere?" I asked him. I don't think I'm being unreasonable in not wanting bags of soil stacked inside the house. We're hoping to shift them out to the garden shed, provided we can find space between the lawn mower and the disassembled coffee table that belonged to a previous tenant of our flat.

(And why are we keeping that table? Well, that's a very good question. Mostly because the glass top alone weighs about 100 pounds, and we haven't mustered the strength or ambition to haul it to the street and arrange for its removal. It lacks screws to hold it together, but I suppose we could give away the pieces to someone ambitious enough to buy new screws. Another project for another day!)

I came home from work yesterday to find our three potted hyacinth bulbs, which were roughed up by Olga before I moved them outside onto the patio table, were gone. And I mean completely gone -- no trace of them anywhere. Just an empty flowerpot. Obviously they became the newest hors d'oeuvres for the √©cureuils. The bulbs bloomed beautifully last year, but this year they hadn't done much -- indeed, I'd say they were barely surviving -- so maybe it's just as well.

(Photo: The glass heart I found a few years ago, hanging in our living room window.)

8 comments:

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Twenty bags of compost? Is Dave planning to start up a marijuana farm?

Lynne said...

Now you know the basis of the saying "squirreled away." We tried tomato plants in one of our flower beds one year but it didn't work. The minute the green tomatoes started to get big, they would take one bite out of them and toss them on the ground. Maddening!

e said...

Your squirrels area hungry lot, aren't they? Enjoy your guests...They won't mind the compost.

Sharon Anck said...

Love that photo of the glass heart. You made me think of few years ago when I went off to Costa Rica with a friend and completely forgot about the umbrella over my glass top patio table. When I got home I discovered there had been a wind storm which lifted the umbrella and tipped over the table and the glass top was in millions and millions of tiny pieces. That was a mess to clean up.

ellen abbott said...

no place on the patio where you could stack those bags of compost? love the photo.

Red said...

You know who likes your plants but you'll never know who might like your table. I think that damn squirrel has gone too far.

37paddington said...

i suggest taking down the squirrel feeder. And I agree with e, your guests will look right past the compost bags into your face and Dave's, and all will be perfect.

Mwa said...

I love that photo.