Monday, June 25, 2018

Good Bye Boone

Well, friends, this certainly is not a post that I thought that I would be writing--not this soon. Not now. We lost Boone last week, suddenly without warning.

Top right: Baby Boone is home; Top left: the last photo I took of Boone as he ran to me across the horse pasture where he had been chasing a cotton tale; Bottom left: Love at first sight when we went to pick him up the vet clinic in Grant, NB. Boone and his litter mates had been surrendered for adoption and Gerald find him on Pet Finder, called the clinic and said, "I want that pup--the big on in the back." Bottom left: Ellie took his photo last summer. It was a good photo.

The day began normally enough. The Head Gardner came in mid-morning to announce that Boone had finally caught the rabbit that he had cornered underneath the stack of old wooden fence posts out by the barn. He finally caught the rabbit and the HG managed to get it away from him, so he put the poor little rabbit in a trash can to keep it safe until he could turn it loose. Then Boone caught a nuisance dove and gave it up easily when the HG told him to drop it.

They both came in for lunch and took their naps and then went back out, but the next time Boone came in he wasn't behaving normally. We thought at first that he was just tired after his busy morning. Boone never stayed still for long. We are on five acres, and he spent his time running the pastures, patrolling the back fence for feral cats that live in the alley on the east end of our property. If he wasn't looking for cats--which he could never catch because of an electric fence to keep the horses contained--he was chasing rabbits that ran at top rabbit speed to make it across the pasture to the neighbor's windbreak where they would be safe. Boone was always on the run.

So when he began to look like he didn't feel well, we first thought that perhaps he was just worn out, but then he got worse, his discomfort apparent. He groaned as he lie on the living room floor. We let him out and it was clear that he was in discomfort.

Finally the HG called the vet and took him in. I waited. You know how it is when you wait? Awful. The weather was awful, too. I had been watching the weather all afternoon. It was the day of big hail all around us. Sometimes the storms go around us, but not this day. The HG loaded Boone in the back of my Edge and drove out just as the hail began.

The first call came and  it was not good. Boone had a twisted stomach. The HG was waiting for one more x-ray, but I think he already knew the outcome.

The second phone call, he told me that he would put Boone to sleep. He was too sick to save and in too much pain.

That was a week ago. We are doing better now, but gosh we miss him. He was only four and half and we had much too short a time with him. He was just beginning to grow up and not be such a handful.

Large dogs are prone to a twisted gut or stomach and while surgery can be performed, the HG was told that it was very risky and expensive, and he would have had to drive him fifteen miles to the clinic for surgery and it was just too far way. It was raining and rush hour--even in our rural area. He knew that Boone would not survive the trip.

This afternoon I finally got nerve to look up twisted gut or stomach. It occurs most often large deep chested dogs, such as German shepherd, St. Bernard, Akita, and Weimaraner. Boone was half German short hair pointer and weimaraner. However any dog can suffer the malady. A website, CAGPS Rescue explains the condition.

There wasn't anything that we could have done differently and there wasn't anything that we did wrong--so we were told.

We will miss our boy. The house is certainly very quiet now and a bit lonely. Socks, caps, washcloths, and the grandkids' stuffed animals are not safe. His favorite game was to steal a sock or a shoe--well--anything to use as a bargaining chip to get a doggie treat. He was a smart dog. He was a good dog.

We are taking a few days off-- a nice long road trip to Texas. I'll try to post next week-- a cheerful, happy post.

I'll be linking with Maggie at Life in Normandy for Mosaic Monday. Join us there.

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Catching Up

I have missed everyone. We have been busy here at the Garden Spot and I am finding myself in a rush this morning to get my post done in time to make the Mosaic Monday deadline. I may miss it. So I'll be short on words today and long photos.

The main garden event for May is always the Iris. The only one I know in this lineup is Edith Warford. Did I spell it correctly? The yellow with lavender petals I love her. They have faded now. I'll did up the large clumps and have more to plant.

I took a couple of day trips. This series of photos are from a drive I took with the Head Gardener. Each year he takes the grandsons up to a place called King's Canyon on a private ranch for an archery shoot sponsored by the Colorado Bow Hunters Association. This year he volunteered to take the trailer up with the targets. It was a beautiful drive, going through the corner of Wyoming through Laramie, Wyo. 

The wild flowers were so pretty. No mountain columbine. Usually they don't bloom until around the 4th of July in the aspen stands.

The granddaughters are over about once a week to ride. Lily loves to ride POP and he behaves for her. Purple is their favorite color. Can you tell?

Spent the day with Elinore in Cheyenne, Wyo. at a big rabbit show--1800 bunnies showed that day. It was a freezing cold in the indoor horse arena-rained all day. This is one of her red mini rex bunnies. Their coat is like velvet. So soft. The buck was disqualified because he was too fat but I think he won first in her division for quality of coat. It was long cold day, but Ellie learned a lot about rabbits--me, too.

Just a horse picture. Horses are herd animals and we have small herd--two, but they hang with the neighbor's horses. I like watching the horses. 

We had a very good hay cutting experience with a new guy. If you remember the other fellows who cut the hay had huge tractors and had such a difficult time, so this little guy knew how to do it. Instead of windowing the hay, he laid it out flat and it dried in a day as opposed to a week. So it was cut and baled in three days. A real record. We got 96 bales.

My sister-in-law and I took a nice road trip to this old stage coach station, again near the Wyoming border. It is the Overland Trail Stage Coach station that served this part of the wild west in the 1860s. It has been restored and this was their dedication ceremony. It is truly out of the pages of Colorado history of wagon trains and settlers traveling to the west coast. It is located on private property so the only time visitors can go in is on these special occasions when the community club invites visitors.

Can you imagine traveling across this land in a wagon? Somewhere over there by the rock formations  the Overland Trail wound it way to the stage coach stop where travels were fed and stayed the night at the inn next door, which was really just two rooms. Jack Black and wife Virginia Dale were a colorful couple, out laws, really. Jack Black was eventually hanged in Montana for steeling cattle. 

I could go on and on, but I don't want to miss the Monday Mosaic Deadline, so more next time.

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Monday, May 14, 2018

Another Hodge Podge Post

We have rain today: luscious, sweet, wet rain. I love Rainy Days and Mondays! But not the with the bleak sadness that the Mammas and Papas sing about. Colorado proudly boasts of more than 300 days of sunshine and since we are a mile high (well, except for out here on the prairie) we are closer to the sun, and we have a dry, arid climate. This is our rainy season and by mid June the rain will have all but disappeared, so we love the rain.

Today's post will be a hodge lodge of things. I didn't post a last week because I came home from the state convention of the Daughters of the American Revolution in Colorado Springs with a miserable cold and I was pretty low functioning all week. I had taken lot of the spring blooms to share with you, so I will share them now, enjoying their beauty one last time since the blossoms on the flowering trees have faded.

I'll begin with reviewing a new kitchen gadget that finally arrived last week. I don't know what you would call it or even where I ordered. I first saw it on my Facebook and I loved the concept: you stack your salad fixings in the green tray; place the slotted domed life on top and slice away, cutting all the ingredients evenly and nicely.

The idea is a really nifty one, but as you can see my vegetables were not sliced all the way through. I'll not give up on the thing. I think next time I need to tip the knife instead of cutting through with a level knife. I'll get back to you on that.

Into the Garden

Once Spring really began to get serious, the flowering crab trees burst forth with a beautiful display of color. One of the first things we did the first fall we moved here was to plant tulips beneath the trees and they, too were very showy.

The tree will fruit out with tiny little crab apples. I don't use them, but the birds like them.


On the south side of the house, the dwarf North Star cherry trees are in full bloom. We planted the small one last year.


I took a lot of apple blossom photos. This the second apple tree, the one that in a good year will produce an abundance of apples. We have avoided so far a hard freeze, so we should be good--but then this is Colorado. As I stood under the tree shooting photos, the hum of busy honey bees collecting pollen was all around me. The neighbor has hives next door, so I hope his bees are happy.

Next to the apple tree and planted the same time as the little cherry tree is our hawthorn. It should have white flowers soon. 

The lilacs are in full bloom, so I picked a few and cut the last three daffodils. The dinning room smells so sweet. 

Garden Visitors

The migrating birds are arriving. This fellow, the black headed grosbeak may be here all summer.

We have two male western bangers and two females. They are so colorful; and they, too, may stay most of the summer.  The bullock's oriel has also arrived. One male so far. They will feed on grape jelly (in the little containers in the newt photo) all the while they are raising their young.

We have have ponds and lakes all around us full of red-winged black birds that have found free food.

The aspen trees out front are blooming. There are three different warblers that are heading to the mountains that stop by for refueling. I've not quite identified these two birds: the top one appears to be warbling vireo. 

While this one is most likely a yellow rump warbler. It is often hard to get really clear photos of the birds. I use my 75-300mm and it has a hard time focusing on what I want it to.

And no doubt that this one is the yellow warbler. Yesterday was quite a day to photograph so many different varieties of birds. Most will migrate not the Colorado Rockies, or maybe some of you in Canada will see these little guys. Often you will hear them first. 

I love to photograph Froggy. He has grown so big. I saw a giant heron this morning on my way to the rec center. He was siting pond side of a sump pond that collects irrigation water. When I first was him, I turned the car around and came home and got my camera. He was still there so I got some pretty good shots of him. I doubt that there arena fish in the muddy little pond, but I do fear that the creature might discover my water garden and get my koi or Froggy. The gold fish are all hiding at the bottom of our murky pond, as the did last year when the frog first showed. up.

A quiet week with lots of yard work planned. The Head Gardener has returned from his tractor job and has told his friends that he will not be available for corn harvest. We really have plenty here to keep him busy. He will leave Thursday on his annual guy fishing trip. I've not written about #1 Granddaughter Ellie's new 4-H rabbits, a pair of red rex. The are so cute. She will be showing them in Wyoming Saturday and has invited me to go, so I'll have a blog topic next week! There cheers.

No Mosaic Monday this week.  I've joined three groups on Facebook for miniatures and dollhouses, so hopefully the Ann's Dollhouse Dreams Blog will be getting more traffic which means that I will have to keep up over the. I've enjoy seeing you there, too, if you have a moment. 

Aside from the shameless solicitation for the my other passion, I am so glad that you stopped by. Thank you. 

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Good Housekeeping or How to Get Out of a Mess

When you see the Big, Mean Green Machine on my page, you know that the Head Gardener has taken off his gardening cap and put on his farming hat. He has answered his call to duty to help the Big Farmers out in northeastern Colorado get their farm ground ready to plant corn and millet--I suppose. Acres and acres. Thousands. Here's a text that Farmer Dave and I shared Sunday:

Me: Gerald is doing online training for his job this week, learning how to strip till by watching You Tube. He should be prepared to do a good job. If he doesn't, fire him.

Dave: Maybe I should study too. He'll know more than I do. Pretty Simple. Turn at the ends and watch the computer drive rest of the time. (and text).

Me: He's over qualified then.

And so the texting went.

The HG has done other farm work for the farm, but not strip tilling; looks pretty simple and boring. 

Lily came last week with her mother for Sundance's vet check. His pelvis break has healed, so now he needs more quiet time to for it to strengthen and then she can start walking him. Lily rode Pop. He is a very good boy for her. Can you believe that this boy is 30 and does not suffer from the health issues that the bigger horses have. He is amazing. Blind in one eye, but he enjoys his time with Lily. She is one happy five year old.

Spring flowers do mean need April showers which have been sparse here lately. These tulips filled up with water from the sprinkler system in the front courtyard.

The fruit trees are beginning to blossom. This one is an apple tree. It bears mushy, yellow apples that my dad called 'summer apples' or maybe they are cooking apples. They are good to eat, but usually fall to the ground before I pick them and the birds peck them and the horses gobble them up. They bruise and turn to mush easily, but, boy, is tree pretty in the spring.

And now for your housekeeping Tip:

When I took the clothes out of the dryer, I found this mess:GUM. Totally my fault. I had no idea as to how to clean it, so, of course, I googled it. There were several remedies, but I chose to use cooking spray, which loosened the gum. Then I used a one of those plastic scrapers used to dislodge stuck on food from a pan or dish. Some of the gum came off, especially the big wad. Next the instructions said to run old, damp towels in on medium heat in the dryer to collect the residue. Instead I washed my bathroom rugs that are nice and shaggy and old. And WhaLa. The drier came clean.

And that is the week that was and is at the Garden Spot. So glad that you stopped by. 

Let's see what is going on over at Maggie's. 

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Tuesday, April 24, 2018


I didn't want to be one those are those folks who don’t take down their Christmas decorations at the end of the holiday season. You’ve seen the houses with the lights still strung around the gutters, gussets, and chimneys. You’ve wondered how the neighbors could leave the mini twinkle lights draped around the tree branches. You drive past the house everyday wondering why they don’t clean up and put things away. The Head Gardener always get our Christmas lights down and packed away mid January or even sooner, but me? Not so much. The one thing that I am in charge of lingers and lingers until after Valentine’s Day. Makes sense to me. Red is the color of February. Valentine’s Day. Right? And evergreen is a year round kind of plant material. After all the Garden Spot has a dozen giant pine trees. The truth is I just kept forgetting to take down the Christmas wreath. 

For the past several weeks, as we leave the house thought the front door, a little bird--a house finch--would fly out of the court yard. We inspected the front of the house but couldn't see any place where a bird could possibly perch, much less nest. Then Sunday when I walked out the front door I caught sight of the little fellow fly out of the Christmas wreath. "Great!" I thought thinking that the bird had probably made a mess in my wreath. Karma for not getting it put away. So I looked at the back of the wreath and instead of a mess, I found a nest with two little babies.

You can't see the babies, but they are there and I will keep you up dated on their progress. So the neighbors and passer-bys can say and think whatever then want. The Christmas wreath will stay up until the Finch family is done with it.

And then the weather has not been Spring’s normal temperament. I’ve been wondering if Old Man Winter has been pushing his own agenda, refusing to give up his power to the energetic, warm-hearted tender lass, Srping. Oh she has tried to assert herself. Much to her own credit between cold winds and flashes of snow, she has offered a few sprinkles of rain and moments of sun, which really haven’t been enough to lure me out into the garden with much enthusiasm. But Sunday was so beautiful and there are those annual chores that must get done early. So I followed the Head Gardener outside, feeling the warm sun on my face and taking deep breath of fresh spring air. We were ready to get down to work. 

The daffodils have been spectacular this year, but they have had a bit of struggle, surviving wind, frost, and dustings of snow. While I bemoan the fact that Spring has been so cold, the flowers have flourished. They have been in long enough that the clumps are all thick and lush with blooms. I worry each year too about the my precious Eastern Redbud because we have had others die after the winter. But look, she is blooming. We still are not frost free here--not until after Mother's Day, so we are holding our breath, hoping that a major frost does not kill the buds on the fruit trees. The apricots are beginning to bloom, showing three blooms, the peach trees are still sleeping--trying to wake; the cherry trees are all budded out, including the new one that we planted last year, and the apple tree we hope will have branches heavy with apple. Hoping. The hawthorn that we planted last year survived the winter, and will have beautiful little white flowers shortly.

We are doing better at getting our trees to survive the winter. Here in Colorado it is not the cold that kills trees, but the lack of water. Our winters, while cold, are often very dry with little snow. We may have one huge storm all winter and then little moisture the rest of the season, so the Head Gardener must water the young trees mid winter, sometime a couple of times to keep them going. 
Tool of the Month

Black and Decker  20 V Max Hedge Trimmer

I have planted several clumps of ornamental grasses. The front center circle has three clumps that have grown so big that I can't use nippers anymore to cut them back by hand, so last fall I purchased the hedge trimmer.  The chore is much easier now. First we tape the clump tightly with duct tape and then cut below the tape to get a nice smooth cut. Works great. Not only did we trim the grasses, but we also cut back the peonies and other plants that needed last year's growth removed.  The trimmer is batter operated and I am glad that we have added it to our garden tools.

Now the front point looks cleaner. I still need to do more cleaning and maybe even redesigning the point. It gets pretty messy in the summer with bind weed that takes over. The grasses will grow and wave in the breeze and we will enjoy them.

Last week I bemoaned the fact that my iPhone photos were out of focus. I discovered that I was uploading them with at the lowest quality so when I tried to upload at best quality, they essentially wouldn't upload. I had 13 photos that I wanted to used today, but the uploading stalled last night and I decided that I will use my Canon for the blog photos. Any suggestions on the phone images?

Well, I suppose that it is time to start my day. I tutor at the university Writing Center today, so I need to get day started. 

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