Edsel 2

At car shows my husband looks at muscle cars and I look at Edsels. 

What does that say about me?

I feel guilty when I post a beautifully kept/restored vehicle to Rubbish Tuesday, but hey, it is old.

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Buds and blooms

Knock Out Rose

Azalea

Sharing space

Violets and Lirope

Things are a-buzzin'

Another pot of flowers that made it through single digit temps here in north Alabama.

Someone doesn't understand why he can't be outside.

And it could look like these last two were gawking at one another, but they were taken on different days.

The Cardinal shot is not in focus and normally would not make the cut, but . . .

 his expression . . .

The year of ugly shoes

The third pair of ugly shoes for me this year.  The bad thing is that the other two are not part of a costume.

Sunrise over Wilson Lake

Beautiful sunrise looking east.

Wilson Lake, Tennessee River, North Alabama, The Shoals

October 2013

Thanks to my lucky friend, David, who has this view every day and chose to share this one using his iPhone.

Fuschia

The only scene in town . . .

 . . . or rather, the only thing with decent blooms in my yard lately are these from the ornamental grass.  I think this is liriope, but around here it is "monkey grass".

Yep, I've been missing for a few weeks.  No real reason, other than lack of interest and inspiration.

Frilly and company

 Spent Clematis and Chive flowers

Chives

salad : salit : sallat

It's pretty.

Contrary to what some of you are probably thinking about living in the deep south, I've never eaten poke salad and we don't grow it on purpose.  I do love collards, kale, turnip greens and we do grow them.

It and the morning glories are growing wild along the fence around my husband's garden.

As Kathy commented on another post earlier this week, I think the grasshoppers are having a feast.

Doin' laundry and a vegetable follow up

 These kittens jump in my son's laundry basket every chance they get.

I wonder if it's the socks?

 My friend, Kerry, correctly ID'd this plant from yesterday's post.

My husband does just about everything with an eggplant (everything food-wize, that is).

Parmesan, marinated salad, or just sliced, breaded and fried.

 Yes, eggplant, aka, aubergine, is pretty to look at, but it's not for me to eat.  Blech.

It's bitter and the texture is spongy.  I just can't take it.

One website I visited to find interesting facts said that long ago people thought eggplant was linked to

insanity, cancer, and leprosy.

Sounds like a good reason for me to just shoot it and find something else to eat.

The Blackberry Whisperer

Can plants have a whisperer?

Maybe only animals can be whispered, but my husband has petted a wild blackberry patch into about two acres.   He alternates cutting half of it each year because they bear fruit on old growth.  I told him if he would cut in rows that I might help him pick.

He's not a hill-billy.

He's a better man than I am to dress like that in 94 degrees with 90% humidity on a sunny day, cover yourself in Deet to ward off chiggers to get a gallon of wild blackberries.

Here's the product.

Yum.Yum

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