Sights from around Crooked Acres.
I love Morning Glories so very much. I don’t even care that they climb all over everything in the garden. They’re so pretty.
Autumn Clematis. This is growing over the greenery in the back yard where the cats hang out. It’s pretty invasive, but it’s blooming right now and smells SO good, so as far as I’m concerned let it invade!
It grows on the back yard fence, too (I transplanted some so that it would grow there.)
Okra bloom. I love these, too.
Itty bitty okra (about an inch and a half long).
And BIG okra. This one’s about a foot long. They grow so fast that it’s hard to get them all before they’re too big. Luckily, if they’re too big and tough to eat, we either give them to the pigs (pigs are not known for being picky) or give them to the cats to play with. I swear I’ve got okra pods kicking around here from three summers ago. The cats love ’em!
The okra took a long time to get going, but now the tallest plant is probably approaching 7 feet.
Honeysuckle’s blooming, too. It smells so good in the back yard right now – if you don’t smell the Autumn Clematis blooming, you smell the honeysuckle. They make up for the occasional Eau de Steenky Peeg that wafts through the back yard.
The honeysuckle is growing all over a boxwood. This is directly outside the guest bedroom window. When you see pictures of the kittens who are in the guest bedroom (currently, the Pickles) sitting on the cat tree and looking out the window, they’re looking at this bush – and probably bees and birds flitting around the bush. This is also the bush where Alice hid when we first spotted her, almost two years ago.
Fred tilled the dried corn stalks into the garden. That green you see to the left are weeds gone wild in the row of peppers. The fence is what the pole beans (now mostly dead) grew up, and which is currently supporting a nice crop of morning glories.
Cookie time!
Is it just me, or do they look like they’re about to charge at me like short, round bulls? (There was a fence protecting me so they wouldn’t have gotten too far.) Warning: the pigs will be going off to freezer camp in another month. Don’t get too attached.
Dragonfly?
Damselfly!
Toasty the rooster would like you to stop eyeballing his wimminfolk, please and thank you.
Happy pup.
Unnamed rooster looks a little worried and confused.
Now, is that a fine figure of a rooster, or what?
That spells Tom Cullen.
Dust bathing in the maternity yard.
Petey Pickle would like you to know that he weighs OVER two pounds now!
Not to be left behind, Polly Pickle ALSO weighs over two pounds.
Percy Pickle, over two pounds as well.
Joe Pickle’s the heaviest Pickle, at two pounds, 4 ounces.
The Terrible Pickleheaded house elf (occasionally known as Tony Rocky Horror Pickle) is, however, NOT over two pounds. He’s a mere slip of a kitten at one pound, nine ounces. Considering only three weeks ago he was fading away to nothing, on the verge of death, and dipped down to half a pound, I think he’s doing great!
Although all the Pickles (except the Terrible one) are over two pounds, they’re not even two months old yet (they’ll hit the two month mark on Sunday), and so they’re not being rushed off to be spayed and neutered. Because really, what’s the hurry? They won’t go to Petsmart ’til they’ve had all their vaccinations, and that won’t happen for another month.
They’re healthy, they’re having no litter box issues, all we have to do now is just enjoy them! I’m going to give them another 10 days or so (Polly has started sounding snuffly, so I want to make sure it’s not going to develop into an upper respiratory issue), and then they’ll be released into Gen Pop during the days.
I assure you that Miz Poo can’t WAIT.
Bath time for Purslane.
And Dandelion.
“Blegh. This paw tastes awful.”
“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
Thistle’s eyes have improved a ton over the last week. You can still see a bit of her inner eyelid, but a week ago her eye was half-covered with it. Not that it slowed her down any, you understand.
Speaking of weights (like I was up there regarding the Pickles), all of the Weeds girls are now over a pound. They started out at 13 1/2 – 14 ounces, gained a few ounces, lost a few over the weekend, and now they’re all solidly over a pound. I bet the Terrible Pickle would look like a giant next to them!
(A giant belly, anyway.)
Today’s Crooked Acres Cover Boy is Joe Bob, the long and lanky lovebug.
“What?”
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Previously
2011: Everett’s all “I’ve got it, bro!”
2010: Martin and Melodie battle it out.
2009: Earlier today, my husband referred to Sam’s “eyelips”, and I laughed until I wheezed.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Don’t you FORGET IT.