This pair comes around faithfully to enjoy niger seed. Occasionally they'll take a little safflower, but mostly they keep to the niger feeder. Sometimes they're harassed by larger species; sometimes they're left in peace and they belly up to the bar together. They feed for surprisingly long sessions, even ten minutes. Which tells you that I watch for surprisingly long sessions ;)
A couple days late because I'm sometimes lazy about writing, but never about reading!
OK - I'm late with the Reading Table this week but (watch out for non sequitur) these are a few things that are interesting or fun:
After a couple of false starts, it looks like SpeechTrip, complete with spiffy logo, is launched.
My mission now is to re-activate my own work as a speaker. I have several topics in mind, including blogs (duh!), distance learning, returning to school as a mature learner, Web resources for religious educators, and more.
So if you know any organization within a hundred miles or so that is looking for a good speaker, let me know. Chances are I'd be happy to do it.
I'm a sentimental gardener. Among my roses, for instance, I count Joseph's Coat and Griff's Red. Both carry names of priests dear to me. This tulip is Lady Jane, in honor of my best friend from high school and college. It looks delicate, but it's tough: qualities in common with Janie! I think it's beautiful, just like my friend.
In my gardens, muscari haven't needed to be planted. If anything, they've needed weeding out. But Colorado is different. This year I'm trying yet again. As you see, success is far from assured.
It's a real mess, but once I get it cleaned out, this will be a good year for 'Carnival Glass', a miniature rose I've grown for many years, i.e. before we came to Colorado. The picture is here because I noted the rose leaves which feature in this Girl Sprout NM entry.
And that entry reminded me of the late Oregon rose grower, Fred Edmunds, who was able to identify roses by leaf, alone. Given the thousands and thousands of roses in cultivation, I think that would be an extraordinary skill.
I grant that Fred was most active in the rose growing world before the popularity of English and old garden roses, but I'm not sure much would have thrown him. He was a brilliantly hard worker, erudite and funny, and a fine gentleman.
Memoir week here and memoirs can be pretty long sometimes (or maybe they just seem that way).
I realize I sound kind of cranky this week. Probably I could do with a little light entertainment after all the drama of the week. But what's a memoir without drama? It's my grandma's diary about the weather, the garden, and church-going, that's what. There was plenty of drama in her life, but none of it made it onto the page. These writers have weather and maybe gardens; none of that makes it onto the page because it doesn't make for interesting reading. (Sorry, Grandma!)