Continuing the saga of replacing dear Cedar, I now find myself at the opposite end of the spectrum from my previous post. I’ve got three people with whom I’ve spoken, and they’re all swell.
I actually thought I had it decided. I’d selected someone, dropped notes to the other interviewees (all pretty good, too), and just had to finish the last couple of interviews. Dang if they weren’t quite nice with good backgrounds for this kind of thing. It’s always a bummer when you have to say to someone “you’re not hired for no good reason other than I only need to hire one person.”
Anyway, I’m sort of stuck at this point. Eeny meeny miney mo.
Onward. I’ve enabled this snazzy Firefox plugin on my site: Piclens. It basically gives you that iPhone cover flow thing with Web images. Thanks, Gerald. Completely unnecessary and kinda cool.
There’s continuing discussion of the tire thing with the Wiggly Wigglers. To be honest, I’ve thought about a reason why you WOULD want to use tires. They’re black. When I stick my hand down into my straw mulched spud bed, it’s almost as cold as it was when I started mulching them in the spring. I imagine black tires would warm up the soil dramatically. Still not going to have tires stacked in my backyard.
This bee was completely napped out on my potatoes this morning.
The strawbs are picking up. At some point, I’m going to need to renovate. But since these have all gone in within the last three years, and I rarely take care of the runners, we’re awash in strawbs.
I found this kid outside. I don’t know why he looks so sad.
What is it with the bumblebees and the napping? Lots of bumblebees dozing off here, too. I guess all that bumbling must be hard work, what with the defying the laws of physics and all.
If this keeps up, though, we may have to revise that old “busy as a bee” saw.
In other garden-related news, I’m delighted to report that my sad little cherry tree has yielded a while pound of cherries so far! Very exciting.
Oh my gosh, what a cute little sad kid. Please feel free to send him my way if he keeps hanging around your place irritating you and such. My cute little sad kids are all grown up and not nearly so adorable anymore. Well, I mean, they’re adorable and all, but in the way that 16 and 19 year old boys are adorable….
I don’t know. From the sound of it, you’d think bumbling took no effort at all. To be fair, I have lots more bee pictures with bumblers loaded to the rafters with cargo, barely able to fly. They appear to be working a full day, as it were.
I’m very mad at your cherry tree. Mine is pathetic and covered with black aphids. Today, I thought I saw a flying ant placing aphids on it. Can that be? Is this the beginning of a Dostoevsky-like descent into madness?
And, you, PRINCESS, had your kids when you were 11? You can’t have that one, but after today, I’d make you a deal on the older one. WE DELIVER!
Egad – flying ants and aphids in cahoots? What kind of an evil town do you live in? And what did you do in a past life to deserve that?
Actually, I was 12 – but I still look great for an aging 32 year old.
Well, as you may already know, ants and aphids are almost always in cahoots. The ants tend them, store their eggs, and defend them from predators in exchange for the goo they exude.
I’m hoping that what I saw was some waspy thing carrying an aphid away for lunch. Being all in the same family, ants, wasps, tiny bees, and what-not are kinda hard to tell apart with my aging computer guy eyes.