Almost noon and it's 88˚ with 63% humidity, real feel 98˚. I spent the past two and a half days deep watering, moving the hose every half hour or so. Did some hand watering this morning while it was overcast which gave way to partly sunny, spread the last bag of mulch around the rest of the azaleas, something I should have done months ago, picked up the last couple of plies of deadheaded purple coneflowers and trundled the garden cart over to the burn pile and dumped it all on the still smoldering mound of ash left from when Marc torched it early last week after that huge branch fell off the native pecan tree. It wouldn't surprise me if the next time I went over there the new debris had caught fire. And that was enough of doing outside.
Marc is in Hell aka the shop starting to make the molds for the heron box.
I have 10 coats of latex on the split log, 2 more to go at least.
This one will be hard to support for pouring the wax into so I think I will probably get some of that plaster coated gauze bandage stuff and cut it into strips, soak it in water, and apply it to the outside of the latex mold to give it some support and strength, like a cradle. I don't have high hopes of finding it here in this little town so I'll probably have my daughter pick some up for me and bring it when they come out next weekend.
They've been out pretty regularly lately as they are buying a manufactured home to be put on their unimproved 5 acres on the other side of town so they're clearing more of the land and building up the pad for the house to be put on.
They had the well drilled a couple of years ago but still need a septic system and electricity brought in but they're ready to move out of the city and especially ready to move out of the house they are renting and stop paying that high rent.
I got a surprise package yesterday. My brother who lives in Washington state bought and set up some beehives a couple of years ago, the fancy kind where once the bees have made enough honey you just turn on the spigot and the honey flows out. He's never gotten any honey because the bees he buys have never survived the winter so he buys new bees in the spring but this year a wild colony moved into one of the empty beehives bringing their honey with them so for the first time he got to turn that spigot and he sent some to Pam and I. I poured it out of the cute little jar he sent it in into something more user friendly. It's lighter in color and has a different flavor than the local honey I buy here.
Joanne asked me about the flowers in the last pic on my previous post. It's a bridal bouquet plumeria. The leaves are shaped differently, sort of spade shaped and the branches grow straight up. I have several but this particular one just shoots up getting really tall before it blooms. I've cut this one back more than once in an attempt to get it to be shorter. It was already scraping the ceiling of the garage when I brought it in for the winter last fall. I don't know what I'm going to do about it this year. Pull it out of the pot and lay it down I guess. It will have to go in the ground next spring. Just to give you an idea how tall it is, the shorter crown of foliage is 3 or 4 inches taller than I am and I'm 5'4".
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