The gardening obsession that Honey and I begun this spring has led to the next logical step- composting. He is very good with researching home projects and products (I’m much better with getting it done) so when we went to our local home improvement store he knew which one had the best reviews, I hestitated like I usually do. But today I went back to the store and bought it, in hind sight I should have gotten over the weekend when I had the CRV to bring it home in, but I somehow squeezed that box in to my compact car’s backseat (and even got it out). And now comes the gross, but oh so green part.
While I was out and about today I also picked a new quart of Frida Blue paint for the planter he made me over the weekend. We are going to put it under the back stairs to fill up the bare spots on the upper patio. I tried looking up some good gardening quotes to write on the planter, but most of them eith had to do with God or were too long. I did like two of them, but I don’t know if I like them enough to make them permanent.
I grow plants for many reasons: to please my eye or to please my soul, to challenge the elements or to challenge my patience, for novelty or for nostalgia, but mostly for the joy in seeing them grow.
The love of gardening is a seed once sown that never dies
I don’t know it is a little too “country cute” for. Maybe I’ll just do some doodles or stencils.
I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend!
We spent it gardening and visiting with friends. On Saturday we had planned to go to MOPA to see the Jazz Loft exhibit, which would have been a nice ending to my History of Photography class that wrapped up last Tuesday. But we woke up on Saturday with a lack of ambition for getting out of bed. Eventually though, we made it out to the garden and then in typical fashion to a home improvement store. We had a time limit, so we couldn’t go too crazy in our planning but we picked up supplies for our upcoming projects.
Later in the evening we went up to Encinitas to celebrate Azure’s birthday. The conversation was good and the company wonderful, the food was a little bland though (and no, I’m not naming names). I didn’t plan well with my wardrobe, I wore a dress which left me a little too cold to go exploring on Highway 101, maybe next time.
The next day we headed out to Lowe’s again, this time to get plants for the lower yard and lumber for a planter box. While I dug holes for our new plants, Honey made me the box. I realized it was the first time that a guy had ever built anything for me 🙂 (with the exception of the Barbie Dream House my Dad constructed for me when I was 7) but it made me feel very special. When I paint it and fill it with flowers I will take a picture. Though I enjoyed the progress we made on the house I am insisting that next weekend we relax. Now that I don’t have school or any other daily hindrance, I can take care of the house and have him just enjoy it for a while. Also the garden in now full of sprouting seeds and vegetables, so he is relieved of yard work duty for a few weekends.
Yesterday we headed over to Birdie’s for a small Housewarming Party. They have moved their furniture in and the place is really starting to become theirs, pretty incredible after just a few weeks. Of course like all first gatherings their house had to give them some hell by having plumbing issues first thing in the morning. We had a power outage and a swarm of bees for our first house party together; houses are like pets-they just seem to know when people are coming over.
When they moved in I was told there would be pool parties, so I picked up a new suit a few weeks ago. I didn’t really know the people there, which added to my apprehension of being seen in a bathing suit. Honey got in after we ate, but I debated for a while. I had heard some of the people (that I didn’t know) talking about the imperfections on each other, I could only imagine what they were thinking about me. But I figured, why let strangers ruin my fun? It had been my first time in the water since my Dad’s birthday last year. I love the water; the calmness, the coolness, and the suspension of time it seems to bring me. I had a great time and I’m glad got over my bathing suit anxiety (at least this time) ;-).
Well, one day of posting and I am already a liar. Sorry I didn’t post yesterday, I was working on a house project, but not for my home-it was for Birdie’s new kick-ass house! Hooray! After a few months of non-stop house projects they sold their house and moved into a gorgeous new house (which still needs a few more house projects). I made the hop, skip, and a jump to their new place (she only lives about ten minutes away now) to help paint. She finally took me up on the offer from last year (wow, almost to the day). Her house is wonderful, but it was owned by an older couple many years ago and the house has not been updated since then. Things like wall paper on the ceiling of one of the bathrooms, fixtures that remind me of the dinner scene in ET, blue shag carpeting, and of course the beigey, pinkish color that covers most of the rooms’ walls. What is it with older people and this color, both of my grandmother’s painted their houses this color. I just dont’ get it.
Difference between the primer and the wall color
Yesterday Birdie and I got caffeinated up and put primer on the walls of her kitchen nook area (including the cement wall of cubes pictured above), the front entry way, and the living room. It was actually a little bit more difficult than it looks because the walls had not been painted in a very long time and they just seemed to drink up the primer. Hopefully it will make painting a million times better for them.
I did offer to help them again`if they needed it (there are many more rooms to prime, paint, and clean). They both work full time and only have so many hours in a day to get the house ready for their move in. I hope I’m not overstepping my bounds. I know there is an amazing feeling of accomplishment from completing house projects on your own and I don’t want to get in the way of that. But I know that moving in and making this house their home will make them extremely happy and if I can contribute to my friends happiness and help it happen sooner, yippee! I’m so freaking sappy sometimes.
Yesterday while painting I also got a little news from Red, they found out what the sex of the baby is……and I was so very wrong.
It’s a girl!
Yay for Red, Mr. Red, and Lil’ Red (Pink?)! I can’t believe I get to see them tomorrow.
Enjoy Your Saturdays, everyone!
Me, that’s who.
Last week I presented my Final Project in my History of Photography class. I am doing very well in the class, but the assignment is worth 25% of my final grade so I didn’t want to mess up. The assignment was to find 30 photos, ten from each of the three time periods of Historical (1839-1919), Modern (1920-1976), and Contemporary (1976-present). These thirty photos had to be all under the same theme and we had to make a Power Point Presentation in class that was to last 10-12 minutes. Considering that the last time I used Power Point I was not even old enough to drive and I hadn’t made a class presentation since the early 2000s, I was a little overwhelmed by the project. But I chipped away at it for a few hours each day for the last few weeks and used my researching skills to give a pretty darn good presentation. I was “randomly” selected to present on the first day of the presentations (I suspect a fix was in, hehe), our teacher asked us who wanted to go first and I volunteered because I figure the quicker I got it over with, the better. I was right, just ten minutes after the completion of my project my brain began to go back to its normal level of anxiety. My timing was perfect and I had all of the information that was required. Some presentations I have seen last a few as 3 minutes and as long as twenty and some don’t even have the name of the photographer on the screen. It’s been a long two weeks, and I still have one more to go. My topic was Street Photography and how it captures a more true form of history because it is real people caught in a moment of their lives, studio photography is a manipulated truth.
I used the works of Charles Nègre, John Thomson, Robert Frank, Jerry Berndt, Mary Ellen Mark, and Martin Parr. I won’t take up the next 10-12 minutes of your time, but here were some of my favorites, please excuse me for not listing the year, title, medium, size, and owning party.
Charles Nègre- Rubberneckers (see even back then!)
Mary Ellen Mark
I’ve been busy with school, the yard, and entertaining so my entries have been delayed and then eventually oudated. I want to rectify this, so you all will be seeing multiple entries for the next few days.
First off let me start with the garden. I have been wielding my ax again and the yard is looking better by the day. Last week I took out a decrepit Bird of Paradise (which I believed housed Aragog from Harry Potter) and two old palm stumps from many years ago. Yesterday I removed the remaining two small palms and a few more rogue tree roots. I also took out some establish weed beds and covered the ugly chain-linked fence with reed fencing. It ain’t perfect, but it is a vast improvement. We had to put up chicken wire to protect the ground from pawing cats and menacing birds, o now I know how to safely use wire cutters. John has been terracing the slop from where the old patio was to make room for our growing vegetables. We now have tomatoes cucumbers, pumpkins, various peppers, soy beans, and Ying Yang beans.
I have been calling him Farmer John, which I think he secretly likes. He has taken to (as we call it) “touring the gardens” twice a day. Before he leaves for work he goes to the lower yard to see their growth from the day before and he makes sure no evil slugs have penetrated the copper halos around the seedlings. It is also the first thing he does when he gets home from work (after hugging and kissing me hello-of course). He finds the lower yard very soothing and it helps him to have good bookends to his workday, which makes me feel very accomplished in my landscaping.
The flowers have also been doing well even though the heat is steadily increasing around here to make summer. John’s red roses, that were planted just a few months ago have bloomed, while my white roses still have yet to show a bud. I still haven’t figured out how to dress up the patio area but for now it is a nice place to sit. That is, if I can get John to sit still on the weekends. I want him to sit in the garden to relax and he wants to relax by digging more trenches for seeds. What am I gonna do with that guy? 😉
Herbs on the patio