I was just standing on the front porch kinda P.O.'d that I no longer have a camera thanks to the local robbery artist that visited us a few weeks ago. Jay & I took advantage of McClendon's (the home grown - non big box local hardware/nursery) early morning plant sale on Saturday and scored four HUGE Fuscia hanging baskets. They are amazing, probably 4' around and only $20 buck each. We bought four and then a bunch of other plants for my pots (it's an addiction for me, I must have 50 by now) So the front porch is looking pretty swell. I wish I had a cam to show you but that will have to wait as I'm being picky and really want to find the right one before I buy.
This is an old farm house built in 1918 and used to own the property all the way down to the main road. I'm guessing 10 acres. It was an apple orchard when first built and some of the trees carry on. Bear (my golden) has learned the art of getting himself a apple off the lower branches in the fall. He's also learned how to snatch black berries off the vines with out getting his nose scratched. It pretty funny to watch him do it.
The house is boxed in by a city green belt to the east that surrounds three side and a City of Seattle Light Dept. right of way at the front. When the trees (maples) leaf out the houses across the ravine and Mape's Creek are obscured. I love this time of year because the house is completely isolated from May until the leaves come down in the fall.
The house is quite tonight as Lolli's gone off to visit her daughter in Vancouver this morning. Jay dropped her off at the train depot. So we're on our own for dinners for the first time in two months. No loving 'wife' to cook for us this week.
My folks are back from Florida today so they've come and got their cocker spaniel, Lucy. Bear is an 'only doggie' for the first time in a week. He seems to be reveling in it. The two dogs were born with in a month of each other and were raised together. They do love each other (anthropomorphising here) but after a few days it's clear he's ready for her to go home. She's a bit needy. He likes to be the center of attention.
Well this is the longest, boring post I've written in a while so we'll nip it in the bud here.
Hoping your well friends.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Spring at last
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Not at all boring. I wish fuscias would thrive here but it's too hot. They are lovely. Your corner of the world has the most beautiful bit of nature in the country. Your place sounds wonderful.
Not boring at all. I would love to see more pictures of your surrounding home area. Being here in the middle of town, I miss trees and flower pots and stuff.
About the dog dumping area, makes me sick! I should stand out on that road and scare people away. Grr!
Big freckly hugs!
The weather here tonight is just perfect. I was just thinking about how great it would be to own a house just a bit out of town with a big back deck that was private. I could probably sleep out there if I had a place like that.
I've always wanted to live in an old house. They are way cool aren't they? Any ghosts around?
Your house sounds fabulous...and now it will be graced with fuscias? Ahh...I'm so jealous!
It sounds wonderful Brad! I love when the green 'wall' fills in at my dad's house. It makes it so lovely and private! My sister lives there now and she could sunbathe in the nude if she wanted to!
I love fuscias, they're so bright and pretty. I just told my sis (who is the manager of a hardware store...she runs the garden dept.) to hold some plants for me. She has lime-scented geraniums!! I can't wait to pick them up!
What a wonderful place you must have there!
Your house sounds wonderful. I love old houses!!
I bet those hanging baskets look beautiful.
Hope you get a camera soon so we can see them.
btw - I'm happy the lilacs made you think of your grandmother too.
Sounds beautiful! I'm heading to the west coast this weekend, can't wait to see the trees and such. Nothing much as turned yet in Ooootah.
Someone stole your camera?? What an asshat. I hope they stub their toe....
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