Childrens' Garden with Bee Sting

 "Lynn, a giant must sit in that chair. Maybe from Jack and the 

Bean Stalk."

I think it probably does belong to him, Precious.

When I start my ride from closest to home and go

15 miles down to the big little city, I am within a mile

of the Children's Garden.  The above mural represents

Johnny Appleseed.

And this one is for The Secret Garden.

The plantings and the miniature buildings were

all done by students of the local vocational school. 

The garden is on the school's property.

The tiny log cabin can be entered by an adult

from the side door.  The front door is meant for

little tykes.

The rose bed and the perennials and the annuals 

the students plant and tend are just beautiful.

Complete with a tiny waterfall for a frog pond.

I usually pack my lunch and stay a while.

Sitting at a table in the gazebo. 

"Hurry home Lynn, I am most concerned you

will go up the bean stalk and fe-fi-fo-fum,

you'll be done.  That'll mean my dinner will

not be served on time."

I'll post a pink flower photo from a walk around

my home area.  It is milk week with a 

Great Spangled Fritilary Butterfly.

And for those that may remember my fat lip when I kissed

the wrong end of a bee while biking. And Precious

would have nothing to do with me and my funny face.

I had another bike incident with a bee this week.

I was wearing my wrap around glasses and helmet,

and I saw I was riding right into a black and yellow

bumble bee or maybe even the larger wood borer.

He hit my glasses and then slipped in between the

helmet and goggles and got me good! Or bad.

So, the Bug Bite Thing really really does work.

If conditions are right.  I was 100 yards from a  restroom

that has a mirror.  As being stung on the left temple could

only be seen this way.  I sucked out the stinger and the

venom fairly quickly.  and thank goodness for that

as he must have stung me in a nerve, as I got an 

immediate major headache across my forehead and

into the right temple.  Within minutes of sucking out

what I could, the pain lessened as did the headache.

Once again, I was 10 miles from my vehicle and then

the drive home!

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Out 'er In, Make up your mind

 "I can't make up my mind, Lynn.  Just leave the door open."

"I might want to jump back in and get a nibble of food."

"And if the door stays open, maybe a bug or two will

fly inside.  Then I'll have somethin' to chase later.

Or you'll get a bug bite and use your bug bitey thingy."

"Even better, the chipmunk might run into the house,

thinking it is safer in since I am out.  Then I really will

have some indoor entertainment."

Oh no, Precious, you go out or in, but I'll not have that

chippie in the house.  Talk about a disaster in the making!

Bee Balm/Monarda.  Nothing pink after this until about the

first of August, then I have 9 pink sedums.

And I do not want to think of summer going so fast.

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Her Wacky Weed

 "I have my very own catnip plants.  Lynn keeps some growing 

all the time."

"This one is my very large plant outside in the

flower bed.  As you can see, Lynn keeps a metal

cage around it.  Otherwise the neighbors come for

a party and break it all down.  Then it is wilted

and no good fur eating."

"She started me a new one from a slip of plant.

It is now on the patio just fur me.  I only ever sniff

on it so far, so it can grow.  I eat the leaves from the

big one when Lynn picks them fur me every day.

She has to pick from the highest top, as the boy 

kitties around here are rather naughty.  They turn

their bee-hinds to the plant and spray!"

I have always grown catnip for my cats at home.

Here in this yard since Precious came to live, the 

outdoor cats seem to be more aggressive and 

chew and roll around than I have seen in the past.

Pink lilies. I have one perennial flower bed and I only

have pink plants, and they bloom in varying time

stages.  This will be replaced by pink tall and short

bee balm next.

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Up to the highest height

 "Lynn, neoooow, pulleeze go fly a kite, no you do not sound like Mary Poppins. Stop with the singing. I have had a furry traumatic evening."

"I'm up here 'cause yesterday at leg time,

exactly 5:30 PM, some hooman sales person

pounded on the front door with both hooman fists.

And she was selling pest control.  She was the pest.

That scared me off legs fur an hour of valuable time.

 

Then at midnight a thunder boomer struck out of the

dark night sky and sent me out of our chair to under

the bed. I always sleep in our chair and Lynn checks

on me at midnight.

So I gets up here fur the morning wind down and stay

as high away from hoomans, after my belly rub and

breakfast of course.  And what happens?!?

The mowers come!"

"I tell you, I am not under any circumstances

comin' out from under the bed.

Until time to eat."

It was not good for me either, Precious.

This woman rode up to the front porch on

a segway and rapped quite loudly on the

glass storm door.  The inside solid door stood wide open,

and who would not be home with the door open?

She yelled at me thru the glass she had not seen 

me, at the very moment when Precious growled and

launched off my lap with all claws unsheathed!

Some of my astilbe blooming. More pink.

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Wall Eyed

 "Lynn lets me go out onto the patio as much as I want. Except

for the following conditions:  too hot, too noisy outside, too wet,  too cold or if she is too busy."

                                               We did get 2 1/2 inches of much needed rain.

"She mostly stays inside at the kitchen sink or

if she has time for a read, in her comfy inside chair.

 

"She operates on the "I've got one eye on you"

program."

"You might be acquainted with the famous and

 furry handsome cowboy actor, Jack Elam.

He was furry wall eyed.  So you see, Lynn must

be wall eyed too as she keeps one on me and one

on something else."

Precious, now that you have told the world how

beautiful I must be, I am not sure if you can go

back outside or not!

Our first baby of the year!  A white tail deer fawn.

Probably 2 or 3 weeks old.  Mom leaves them in the

thick brush around our house and they soon start

moseying about. 

He made it clear 'round the house and into one

of my front flower beds.  They are only nursing now, so

the only damage they can do is with their hooves. 

And it is a boy only because looking right down onto

his tiny head, I can see his buttons!  The good thing is,

he can not have fawns himself, lol.  I like seeing more

bucks than does.  

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Face Off

 "Lynn, he's here, he's here!  Let me at 'im."

Chippie survived the winter quite well.  3 years in 

a row. And you wonder how I know it is the same one.

His normally straight stripes on his back are not straight.

On one side only, the left, 2 of the stripes intersect into

an X design.  And do I know it is a boy?  Absolutely.

You know how bovine bulls are obviously boys,

well, the same principal applies to 6 inch long

male chipmunks.  If you get my drift.

"If he dares to enter onto my patio, breach the

barricade of my fence, I'll get him fur sure."

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Ask Madame Lisa

 "Do you really think this person can see into my future?

Maybe she'll know if I live to be 50 and will get lots of

treats."

I hope you live to be 50, Precious. However, it may not pan out

for either of us to last that much longer.  I'd be 120 and too old

to scoop your litter box.  And at 50, you'd be more crotchety

than you are now.

"Well, I wouldn't ask much of you, Lynn. Except

to flip my frog, throw my paper wad, feed me,

brush me, buy my food fur me, clean my potty,

buy my litter, open windows fur me and give

me my wacky weed.  Let me in and out the

back door fur the patio.

Surely you'll be able to

do all that!"

I'm not sure, Precious.  I already feel tired just

hearing your request.

I found this by accident and bought it immediately.  

I am hoping it is insurance that I never get stung by a

bee, wasp, or hornet again.  But if I do, even if it

is on my lip or face, I'll suction out the poison and 

hope for less pain for less time.  I will be able to try

it on misquito bites as they chew me up and spit me

out in the yard when I am cleaning bird baths.

It works by one-handed suction and if the strong

suction I feel just trying it means anything, it will work.

Maybe Madame Lisa saw this tool in my future!

These are my iris and I thought a reader I know, 

who loves the color pink, might enjoy a peek at them.

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