Saturday was hot, hot, and oh, did I mention it was hot? We were up and ready to leave the house by 9:30am and the thermometer in the backyard was registering 80*. My bf says "Your therm is in the sun, of COURSE it's going to read 80*, but it's not reeeeally 80*." So we went out to grab a quick breakfast and when I got in the car, he looked at me and said, "I think it's at least 80* out here." Really? No kidding?
We had a lovely breakfast at Omega's and then headed to OSH for redwood compost and a new sprinkler. Bf bought me a new hose, since the new hose that I had purchased is a piece of junk that kinks at every turn. That hose is now in the garage sale pile and I'm quite happy with my new hose. We spread the redwood compost all around my newly planted tomatoes, peppers, calendula, and basil so we don't have to water as much. Then we broke up some old brick-red stepping stones and created a border around the new flower bed - that I created out front using the cardboard method. It took a toll on us creating the border in 95* + weather, so we went inside to rest, relax, and cool off. Later we grilled burgers to keep the kitchen cool, and hung our laundry so we wouldn't have to run the dryer.
Saturday night we watched TV, something we rarely do. The cats mosied in and out of the living room, trying to find a cool place to sleep. At 11:40 we went to bed and I hear bf say, "so, did you see Booger while we were locking up the house?" Booger is my 11 year old, tuxedo cat, half Persian and half Manx. He's a doll, but an escape artist. "Um no", I say. "Should we look for him?" {sigh} "Yes."We rattled the food bag and he didn't come. Though the windows were shut and the screens on all the doors, we couldn't imagine how he could have gotten out. After 10 minutes of searching, I knew he was outside, so I took the food bag out front and out back and searched another 20 minutes. He was no where to be found, so a little after midnight, we went to bed. He's done this before, 7 years ago, and was in the backyard the next morning, so I hoped that was where he would be the next day. At 2:39am, bf got up and I heard him walking through the house, to the dining room, and open the back door briefly. He came to bed right after and told me he woke up for no reason, went out and there was Booger, staring at the door, trying to will it to let him in. He's not a crier so he made no noise to come in the house. I went out and shook my finger at him and then went back to bed. I had to get up at 7am to go on the annual garden crawl.
Yesterday we attended, for the 6th or 7th year in a row, the garden crawl put on by Park Day school in Oakland. It's a sort of 'open house' of gardens, mostly owned by people who can afford a landscape designer and gardeners. It's a nice day with the ladies and encourages inspiration, especially the funky gardens with cool stuff tucked in here and there. Nice as it is, I prefer the garden crawls that our local Master Gardeners put on. I enjoy that they have put the love and sweat in to their gardens, more than those who throw money in to theirs. I admit I was surprised that at the largest house with the most elaborate gardens (yes, multiple gardens in the same yard) I found free-ranging chickens. This copper girl was my favorite.
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