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Thursday, July 25, 2019


Yesterday morning, before going to Keenager’s, I stopped at Great Clips and had my hair shagged – I kept the length because Bob loved my hair long, but I had it styled with shaggy layers because I like it that way; and it isn’t so hot on my neck when it is shagged.

But, I noticed when I got home, that the gray doesn’t look like perfectly blended highlights anymore – not liking THAT. But, what’s done is done. I am going to keep it this way, because the layered look works best for me; and hopefully the gray hairs will come in nicely again - like before I had it shagged …

This morning, while watering my garden beds (temps reached 91-degrees), I saw that the Walla Walla Onion tops are starting to fall over, so they need to be yanked, cut, and frozen; I can start doing that tomorrow:

I silks showing on the Painted Mountain Corn was flirting shamelessly with the pollen laden tassels – so I carefully broke off an arm of a tassel, and manually fertilized the tassels, hoping to guarantee cob success.

Sex in the garden got a helping hand.

I tried not to blush ;-)

 I used one of these pollen laden tassels to stroke the silks with: e.v.e.r.y. silk was stroked thoroughly.

In the next bed, a Squash Bee was busy fertilizing my Spaghetti Squash meandering among the Kandy Corn stalks.

I like seeing the bees at work, but they do make me nervous: bees, yellow jackets, hornets, and wasps will kill me if they sting me; so, I cut them a wide berth when I spot one. Still, I never KNOW for sure that they are not burrowed deeply into a blossom – they are easy to miss when they are seriously going about their business.

But, I refuse to allow fear to rule my life …

Squash Bee; it looks like it is wearing a little fur vest.

Tassels were poking their heads up out of the leaves on the Kandy Corn plant too:

The Jack-Be-Little Pumpkins have colored up, plumped out, and look very nice …

At the foot of the pumpkin hill, the Fennel is coming along quite nicely too:

And, the hanging Currant Tomato plant is loaded with tiny tomatoes waiting to ripen …

I was in my garden area for 2-1/2 hours. I have bright red arms to show. And they smarted too when I stretched the seat belt across them – it was too hot, and I was too beat to cook Dinner tonight; so I picked up a Liver & Onions meal at The Indy Diner.

And when I got home and parked, I saw a feather at my feet:

I love you, Babe.




My afternoon was crazy - I had to use "the F Word" ... which means my fight button was pushed.
I hate that.
But just a second ago, a humorous newlywed memory (out of the blue) of Bob & I caught "in a moment" made me bubble over with laughter that I am sure the neighbors on both sides of our home heard.
I like that sound.
Even now, Bob can make me laugh.
When I didn't even feel like smiling.
I LOVE that about him.
I love you, Babe.