Over the last month or two, every time I talked about our bad weather (remember that huge snow storm we had here in Toronto at the end of March?), and my desire to get away from it all for a vacation on one of my other blogs someone came along and left me a message. The message always suggest that I visit check out one of the Outer Banks rentals if I needed to get away.
It was kind of strange. It was always the same person and they weren’t even leaving a link to a vacation rental site. So I’m not certain that it was a spam message. Perhaps the person really thought I’d have a great time visiting the Outer Banks?
Certainly I get enough spammy comments on each of blogs day in and day out. Those get marked as spam so those people won’t end up being able to bother other WordPress bloggers once Akismet gets there number.
Do you get strange comments on your sites that make you wonder what the persons getting at?
I can’t believe that as soon as the snow melts each year my strawberry plants look pretty much like the picture above. Green leaves and all. Sure there are a few dead leaves that I have to remove, but the plants are thriving and ready to start growing by the end of March each year.
The strawberries thrive in my garden … each year they send out new shoots and new plants begin to grow … often in areas that I don’t want them to grow. I just cut them off and plant them near the edge of a garden bed. I end up throwing out or giving away a lot of the new strawberry plants each year too. However, since I’m always replanting new plants, and for the most part the older plants keep returning, I end up with more and more strawberries each year.
The best thing about these strawberry plants is that they start producing berries usually by mid June and they keep going often until October so I have strawberries all season.
The only foreseeable problem this year is the dog.
A week ago I saw strawberries on sale in the grocery store and bought some so that Chris and I could have strawberries for dessert. Well, I ended up letting Midnight taste the strawberries and she loved them. Now of course she knows what this delicious treat looks like so I’m hoping she doesn’t notice them in the garden or else she’ll end up eating them before we can pick them.
I know dogs and cats can cause havoc in the garden, but do any of you have a dog or cat that singles out a fruit or veggie that they like and eat it straight from the garden bed?
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I’m lying on the couch watching the hockey game that I mentioned in my last post, Brantford’s winning BTW, and I’m trying to work up the energy to go outside and plant the plants I purchased a week and a half ago in my front garden.
I’m not feeling so hot today so it’s easy to just lie here and say I’ll do it tomorrow, but those plants (bare roots and bulbs) won’t last much longer. I’d better go out there.
As I sit on the couch I’ve been looking at the chandelier that we put up in the dining room … I swear when we finally finish putting in the tin ceiling, a drawn out reno project, I’ll be looking at chandeliers. I don’t think blue lighting will go all that well once we’re done the living room dining room renovation.
Ok, enough procrastinating … it’s off to the garden I go!
My husbands all excited because he was channel surfing and discovered that his hometown hockey team is playing a game in Brantford that ‘s being televised on TSN. It looks like the Brantford Blasts are in the finals for the Allan Cup.
He’d talked to his dad earlier today and his dad is at the game, so we’re watching for him in the stands.
My father in law yells pretty loud so I’m sure we’ll hear him even if we don’t see him!
I can’t believe they’re advertising Rolex watches on the sideboards. In Brantford? Now that’s strange!
Anyone else watching the Allan Cup? Gretzky’s youngest brother is playing for Brantford. Have I mentioned that we know the family?
