Things began to be tossed about in the rose garden. ‘Golden Showers'(LCI), a yellow large-flowered climber I just planted next to ‘Dublin Bay’ was dug up. The bird bath was slung into ‘Love Song’. Weight of the planters was no object.
It looked like a mini-Incredible Hulk was on a rose-garden rampage. Enter trail-cam. ‘Big Daddy’ is a problem solver. We needed facts. What type of creature are we dealing with? The first night I forgot and let our kitties, re-gifted to us by our grand-kids, fondly known as the garage girls outside and we captured a black kitty.
The second night we camouflaged the cage with ‘Big Daddy’s’ tarp. The temptation that landed us our Rose Garden midnight marauder was sardines! Oh yeah!
Take note that Rosy must have felt right at home in the rose garden since we have a raccoon carving ‘Welcome Statue Carving’ at the entrance of the rose walkway. Look at the Trail Cam pic for the Raccoon carving. Irony abounds at Gaga’s Garden. Now Rosy Raccoon is captured. We believe in safe catch and release. We took her/him to a safe space in the witness protection program, a new identity, by a lake where there are no farms or homes for him to cause mischief or meet us back home before we get back.
Pets like routines. Don’t you think they need their routines as much as their human companions? If we don’t go to bed when Izzy thinks its bed time she starts running around acting like a sheep herder, corralling one or the other of us toward the bedroom. People wouldn’t believe the antics Izzy goes through to control her misbehaving wards in this house. The first thing I do each AM is feed the kitties before I get coffee and go to the rose garden or Izzy throws a tantrum. Then Izzabelle and I have coffee. She gets in my lap facing outward. I better pet her just so. If I don’t she runs around and bangs on ‘Big Daddy’s’ door until he gets up. If I start working on the computer or change the routine in any way she gets on my shoulders and starts by licking my left eyebrow then she gently bites my chin and then positions her self comfortable on my head. Usually she sits facing forward, with her back paws on my shoulders. Yesterday for the first time, she sat on my head backwards with her tail wrapped around my head. I tried to get my camera to send the pic to the kids because I’m sure no one would believe what it looks like! Does this make me a butt head? Or is this a Cat Hat? Let me know and be nice. And what do you think about this amazing border collie I saw on the ‘Blacktop to Fillmore’ driving home from the airport after the American Rose Society 2015 Fall Convention. Animals really do some of the most amazing things. #WordlessWednesday. Then we pet the workshop kitties, let them outside to share the beauty of the rose garden with you by taking pictures and having coffee in the garden together.Â By the way when I wrote this I didn’t October 29th is National Cat Day. #WordlessWednesday.
The award winning film A Room With a View won Best Picture of 1986, National Board of Review. It’s a British 3 time academy award winner about, “when Lucy Honeychurch and chaperon Charlotte Bartlett find themselves in Florence with rooms without views, fellow guests Mr. Emerson and son George step in to remedy the situation. Meeting the Emersons could change Lucy’s life forever but, once back in England, how will her experiences in Tuscany affect her marriage plans?” Written byBridget Jones
I don’t know about you but from extensive traveling from work I started to be a really particular traveler. I always request a view.Â All views of parking garage roof tops and the building next door look the same no matter what wonderful city one is sent to performing their dog and pony show for which one is notable at performing. The list of things I like when I travel grows. Now I like to buy flowers and put them in the room with a view, even if I am there long enough to drop over on the bed with feet beating an audible drum beat. And don’t put me at murder central either. That’s the last room of a long hall with the exit door next to it ;). Scary, huh? I read murder mysteries. My mother said all intelligent people read murder mysteries. I have many distinguished writers that follow me on Twitter; mystery writer Claude Bouchard, with 328, 223 followers; Chris Collins, author of Himalayan novel Valley of the Flower with 360,192 followers; Robert Kong Hai @weirdchina,Â an American writer in China with 604,445 followers so I have responsibilities folks. That little murder central comment is keepin’ it lively to stimulate the super intelligent mystery writers who visit. 😉
Did I mention I like a high floor with a view, remember the Gaylord Texan? I say that in a cadence reflective of Remember the Alamo? I was under glass for a week. See post Steer Clear of the Atrium. It’s about life as I now know it living under glass.
I wrote my best Tweet there ever. “I like Mondo Grass under glass.” You may quote me.
I need a running trail if not a nice gym, a roof top garden, nice soap, a shower cap, down pillows, a coffee maker with good coffee, enough creamer and, you get my point. Oh, and please don’t let it smell like a hotel. I want it to be like home, sort of.
Where am I going with this? Never once has there been a view like the view I saw looking out my kitchen window of a spectacular hybrid tea rose on Christmas Eve through New Years Day 2011 called Rosie O’Donnell. The cane of the flower is towering 7′ 7″ over the fence with a back drop of a stark winter tree, and the bloom has rain drops from a Christmas Eve shower. I went outside and shot the picture looking up from below the fence on cloudy Christmas Eve morning. The next shot is of hybrid tea Taboo yesterday morning.
The remaining shots are to show you the pictures of varieties still beautiful in the winter rose garden. This is hybrid tea, Tahitian Sunset that shares the SE rose bed with HT, Rosie O’Donnell.
As long as I have a rose garden it will have the magnificent hybrid tea variety Pristine, rated an 8.6 by the ARS 2009 Handbook for Selecting Roses. This rose is consistently a favorite in gardens and rose shows across the land.You can see Rosie O’Donnell towering off to the right of Pristine in this shot.
For a closing shot I have a little known lowly rated rose that performs well for me. It has a beautiful color and that’s the way it is with ratings and roses. The ARS rates roses and usually I go by those rating religiously but sometimes I buy roses for sentimental reasons. This rose is rated a 6.8, but it is beautiful.Â Here it is capture Christmas Eve morn 2010. My rule for purchasing new roses is never buy a rose rated lower than 7.5 by the ARS Handbook for Selecting Roses available at www.ars.org.
Here’s just a fun shot of Izzy who had to assist in all holiday gift wrapping. She sat on most of the packages, pulled the paper and tried to lick the tape. I hope it is a healthy and prosperous New Year for all. I would love for you all to leave comments about gardening topics you would like to discuss.
I want to extend a special Happy New Year and hello to my German Readers and thank-you Christine Hartman, editor-in-chief for asking me to write the gardening section of the Frauenmesse News Networking Business online paper. This is me in a holiday sweater that ladies of a younger generation tease me about because they say only mature ladies like ’em. I say shut-up, you only wish you looked this good.
p.s disclaimer hide the kids, shut-up is technically a swear word in Texas.
Happy New Year from Gagas’s Garden, a gathering place!
“Oui” are in recovery mode around here. Two patients. One fell out of the attic. One is recovering from hip replacement surgery. “Oui” have a kitty called Izzy and she thinks she is a puppy. She comes when she is called and she likes water. Our hip replacement patient has been fickle lately and cavorting with a neighborhood garden cat. I like this cat because as cute as rabbits are, all you gardeners know that over population of rabbits decimates crops.
Rabbits sheer off canes of roses and eat the tender leaves. Cats are a natural deterrent to too many rabbits. It’s just the natural order of things. Please don’t think rabbits are too frightened of me, you saw they have babies in my potted rose pots. My husband has named this cat Mittens. Mittens is a big black Tom cat that actually comes calling at the front door. Ask me why.
Why would a big black Tom cat come to the front door looking for Big Daddy?
This cat sits and peers in the window looking for his buddy. He goes from window to window and comes to the door looking for daddy. Because Big Daddy gives the neighborhood Tom catnip. We also have adorable grand kids that we tell stories to. One of the all time favorites is about motorcycles & bicycles.
Erik 4 & Ella 2 like to talk about motorcycles, bicycles, keys, helmet hats, jackets, back packs, & bananas, not necessarily in that order.
So tonight I am in the office and I hear a vigorous scratching at the entry way door from the garage and I think Izzy must have gotten locked out in the garage. She is an inside cat. I open the door and the big black neighborhood cat Mittens charges in. Big Daddy has warned me that Izzy might be in peril from Mittens since she is de-clawed so I try to get him and he eludes me. I chase him in the office and close the door. My patient is resting and I can’t get Mittens and he doesn’t know we are under siege so I go tell him he has to get Mittens out of the house so I will put Izzy in lock down.
In the meantime I think what a great iPhone Facetime bedtime story for Erik and Ella only I can’t find my phone. I put my phone on silent in the doctor’s office during a strep test for a sore throat earlier today. However, while I was talking to my daughter I was sure there was a distinctive clunk when I threw some things in the garbage can outside.Â I told my husband that I was sure my iPhone was in the garbage and it was on silent.
At which point he took his reaching tool that we purchased as part of what they called at the hospital a “Hip Kit” and I learned you can buy at Walgreen’s and they call a “grabber”, and he emptied the entire garbage container looking for my iPhone that I was sure was in there on silent.Â I asked him what do you call your thing and he said “I call it my thing.” Now I want everyone to be sure not to miss this valuable piece of information. You all need one of these things in case you accidentally throw your iPhone in the garbage while it is on silent or even if you think you have thrown it in the garbage and it isn’t there.
Izabelle (Izzy) is a cat. She is unlike any other cat. Everyone says that but does your cat jump in the bath with tubby toys and follow you like a puppy andÂ lick tape? The day I fell out of the attic, Halloween, I didnâ€™t scream when I fell out of the attic. I had enough time to contemplate how much it was going to hurt when I hit the cement. I screamed my bloody head off while I was laying next to the wheel well of the tires of my car so my husband could gather me up and get me to the hospital. Izzy heard me. My husband said he heard a tumbling sound. He thought it was boxes I was throwing down the stairs for him to take inside but Izzy jumped straight up like a Halloween kitty and headed for the door. If I donâ€™t hide the lint roller she will obsess over it.Â She waits until I get out of the shower then she gets in and lays in the warm water left in the shower. She comes when she is called like a puppy. She likes laundry basket rides where you propel her into the air and she comes when she is called to get them. When we are making the bed she jumps up and gets under the bedspread and straight legs the bedspread and if you pat her feet she keeps her feet straight up under the bedspread. She likes to do this as a routine everyday.Â However, if the doors to the outside world are open she plans a way to hide, take aim at the door, run as fast as she can to escape. Then we have to coral her back in the house.
She is a spoiled ungrateful house cat. It was this cat that today on our way to lunch I needed to stop at Petco to get kitty litter and miscellaneous supplies for.Â Now if I havenâ€™t mentioned it before I work with my son Michael and he was in the car while I ran in to get Izzyâ€™s supplies. When we pulled into Petco it was lunch time and there were no other cars in the lot so when I heard a car alarm going off while I was in the extensive kitty department I was fairly certain it was my car alarm but I couldnâ€™t imagine why Michael would be setting off the alarm or more disturbing yet why would he need the panic button. I pointed my key fob toward the car and tried to disarm it but it kept going off and then it stopped for a minute then it started up again. The young woman had some trouble ringing up the items and when
I got to the car Michael said â€œI called Dad and told him Iâ€™m reporting you to child protective services because Iâ€™m dressed in black, you left me in a locked the car, set the alarm and I couldn’t get out and when I started talking it set off the alarm and I couldnâ€™t get out. Then I intentionally set it off again because it was getting hot and I still couldnâ€™t get out, and you still werenâ€™t back.â€Â Now we wonâ€™t discuss Michaelâ€™s age but he has three kids and I donâ€™t know why I locked him in and set the alarm and hobbled off. But there is a lesson here. One is never too old to lock their kids in the car, accidentally. And oneâ€™s kids are never too old to be locked in the car, accidentally. Â Not sure what the lesson is there. Â Itâ€™s nothing to be taken lightly for sure but it was 60 degrees in Dallas and I didnâ€™t even realize I had locked and set the alarm. Now Michael did say if he had to he could have used his iPhone to smash out the windows (in jest of course because he never would have done that, he likes that new phone too much) but he had the phone to call any number of people like he called his Dad or 911, or any number of organizations to assist him. Or one might say donâ€™t wear black and stay in the car at Petco
This is the picture of the beautiful bouquet the Texas Association of Builders sent me to cheer me along on a speedy recovery after my fall out of the attic.