They are stilllllll blooooming.
I’ve even bored myself by posting so many damn pics of them once a week. I am done!
They are stilllllll blooooming.
I’ve even bored myself by posting so many damn pics of them once a week. I am done!
One of my favourite places on the planet.
A man fishing over the edge! That takes talent. Even on a not-so-windy day, it has to be hard to cast out so far into the Atlantic from a huge cliff. We saw him reel up something that looked an awful lot like a shark, too. But hard to say from such a distance.
I was rather worried when I heard that the Council is ‘developing’ the site. It’s wild and natural and I didn’t like the idea of anyone screwing with it. They have started already.
Yeah, heavily fenced off. Well, the blowhole was fenced off before – just not as prettily. Still, I fail to see the point of fencing off a hole when there are miles of cliff-face all around with a raging Atlantic right there. I’m really hoping they don’t fence all that off, too: like they did with the Cliffs of Moher.
Me! That’s where I took most of my over-the-edge pics from. In no danger, unless a huge collapse happened.
Which, of course, it might. And then some lawyer-happy-jackoff will sue the County. But… will the leeches be more likely to sue before they put up fences or after? Right now the place is still wild – and you damn well know it. If you fall off, it’s your own damn fault. Once there are fences: well then, the government didn’t protect you enough so you deserve money for being stupid. You can see they are placing fence-posts there, well behind where I’m lying.
Ah, the foam! Even on such a calm day, the ocean coming in under the cliff and the way the tide was flowing meant there was a good amount of sea-foam being thrown into the air. I really wish I could have videoed it!
Sorry I’ve not been on here much at all the last week – ’twas my birthday in there, and I had the week off so I was doing stuffs. Didn’t do the Cartoon Challenge, didn’t post any of the other fabulous flowers I have to share with you, or the one fun place I went over the weekend. Soonish, I’m sure.
But I committed to doing a once a week all-tigridia post, so I must do so!
Saturday: it was wet.
Tuesday, yesterday as I’m all messed up and didn’t know what day it is until just now: there were six, but I knew I’d be tired of posting pics by now (and I am) so I did four in one shot – is that cheating?
I have a wee quiz this week! One of the days in this week’s line up wasn’t taken with my iPhone 4, it was taken with our fancy-pants camera – a Nikon D3100 – instead. If you get the correct answer, I will post (mail) a packet of mixed tigridia seeds to you from 2013 (if you want them, of course). I know they are viable as I have oodles of seedlings, some now a good foot tall. They may not bloom until next year or the year after, but isn’t that half the fun of gardening from seed? Of course I will help with any germination questions. Good luck!
Contest closes next Tuesday, August 12.
Hope you enjoyed the photos – it’s a good feeling for me to save them here since they only last a few hours.
Jazuz, but there are a lot of pics. I don’t think I’ll be taking the time to resize these like I did last week – too many!
Wednesday: the red/orange one reminds me a a Gremlin from the movies for some reason.
I’m missing a few pics from Thursday, as my phone is over-full and refusing to send them to the iPad. But the last two were taken late Thursday evening, when I was on the phone to Socks, and noticed that there was bright pink juice dripping down the stem as the flower faded and died. Which is better: with or without the flash?
Friday: just the one set of five at once!
Ghastly word, “staycation,” isn’t it?
But still. I have the week off and unless the weather turns fan-fucking-tasctic, I’ll be mostly cleaning and sorting out my messy-ass house.
Today: took a shower. Sad that I have to put that there, but I hate them. It’s an achievement like the rest.
Cleaned the poop from the cat boxes and picked the dog poop out of the yard.
Found the smelly thing in the fridge and gagged twice before taking it outside. Finally! It’s been driving me crazy, that stank. Cleaned the whole fridge on Saturday and missed the rotten chicken somehow.
Went through my underwear/sock drawer and tossed a bunch of stuff. Didn’t toss it very far. Into the rag pile, because I can’t throw anything away. But I have a fun and thrifty and generous idea of what to do with the rags, so it’s all good.
Cleared and cleaned the top of my dresser. Damn but that took a long time. Soooo dusty and cluttered.
Vacuumed the bedroom, and mopped most of it. Didn’t get into the piles of crap on my side of the bed – because said piles aren’t of my crap. How many computers need to live in the bedroom!?!?
Cleared out the bathroom in preparation to wash the dog. She’s shedding again so it will be a furry mess when I get around to bathing her. Vacuumed and mopped, too – figured I might as well only have her wads of hair to clean up (rather than hers, mine, two cats’ worth, and of course hubby with the long golden locks).
Piled up more crap on the upstairs landing for sorting later.
Took pictures of today’s tigridia blooms. Killed the caterpillars on my now three? four? year old purple sprouting broccoli plant.
Vacced and mopped the stairs, piling even more crap onto the landing that was ‘meant to go up’ but never quite made it.
Cleared and vacced and mopped the entryway and hallway – and discovered a disgusting nest of clothes-eating moths. Seriously, pupae cases and caterpillar poop and all. Put every last scarf and glove into the wash. Sterilised the weird wooden thing we keep all the scarves and gloves in and put it outside to dry. Recycled old phone books, unwrapped new ones. Ignored the pile of crap on top of the bookcase that still needs sorted, but at least the front door opens all the way now.
Scrubbed the icky floor mat that sits inside the front door. Ewwwwww. That took ages, too.
Laundry was done but a glove sprung a thread-leak and turned the whole load into a massive tangle which had to be unknotted and then put on another spin – the knot made the load uneven and everything was still sopping wet. Hung it out on the line to be smoked by hubby’s BBQ later on. Meh, it might have helped.
Gave up on getting anything more done, and quickly (and badly) vacuumed the living room and kitchen to get the tumble-dogs off the floor.
Cracked a beer and sat down to relax before doing the dishes and bringing in the laundry off the line, and *sniff* – realised that I forgot to put on deodorant after my shower.
Ah well, I’ll probably need another shower after washing the dog anyway.
When I heard this week’s Cartoon Craziness Challenge was ‘superhero’, I didn’t have one minute of hesitation. I actually know a superhero!
Today is his 75th birthday, and he seems the same to me as he he was in his 50’s. Still has all his hair, and his all original parts, and best of all he still has his silly sense of humour. This cartoon is drawn from my favourite photo of him, taken by my hubby when Dad was over to visit us. I forget why he turned his cap backward and struck a gangsta pose – maybe some rap/hip-hop music was playing in the pub we were in? Still, you haveta love someone who is willing to be goofy a) in public b) in their 70’s c) in a foreign country surrounded by strangers.
Of course he’s super for a lot more reasons – but if I get all gooshy here, he will tease me unmercifully!
Love you dad and thank you for everything you have done for your family over the years. Wish I could give you a big hug today!
Right, so – here we go! My first bloom was last week, on Thursday.
So here is Friday:
I had two on Sunday but didn’t go out front until they were already drooping. Sorry!
Monday: a pink one!
Hubby asked me did I think they bloomed at night, or early in the morning. I had trouble sleeping last night so I came downstairs at 4:30 am, and had a peek out the window – nope, they don’t. At 6:30, starting to unfurl but not fully open yet. By 9:30 when I leave for work they are perfect! No scent, by the way, just gorgeousness.
I’ve definitely noticed there are no honeybees in my garden this year. White-tailed bumblebees by the dozen, but ‘normal’ bees? Not one. I think I will have a chat with my two immediate neighbours and ask if they mind if I try a hive next year. I know my garden/yard is too small, and the dog will go mental until she finally eats one and finds out why she shouldn’t eat flying things… but it’s bad, I tell you. Butterflies are also very rare the last few years.
Last year I got seed out of my little irises (which I planted and it’s growing!). I didn’t even take pictures of my iris this year as they only lasted a few days. The seed heads are nonexistent, too – shrivelled unfertilised dry lumps. I have to wonder why not, and make correlations.
On to happier news. My much loved lavender rose has bloomed twice since last I did a flower update. This one is gone now.
Don’t mind the bird-poop – the wee finches just adore the giant weed-tree I transplanted into that corner. It’s a grey willow and I know it annoys the neighbour on that side as he cut it back himself last year. I have no problem with that – but when the lilac I grew from seed is ready, I want to put it there and I wouldn’t want it pruned without a discussion first. It’s only about a foot tall still, so time enough. I’ll feel bad for the birdies though, as they adore the massive ugly thing.
Crocosmia lucifer in bloom. A reminder for new folks – hubby dug this up for me out of a patch of waste ground nearby. It looks amazing in massive clumps – ours are several years away from clumps still.
Can you believe these are potato flowers? Me either! So delicate and lovely. You would wear clothing made out of such fine material, wouldn’t you? The lowly ‘tater; a bloom on it as silken and soft as a gown that the Queen of Carnival at Mardi Gras would be proud to wear.
It’s back and beautiful!
This was taken last evening, when I first spotted the potential bloom:
I’m so fascinated with this plant. It seems such a shame that the flower lasts only one day, but it is entirely amazing how fast the buds come into flower. This thing should be studied for potential growth-hormone benefits.
Oh! I collected seeds last year, and they sprouted like mad things. While the babies are only a few inches tall this year, I have hopes for next year! I might dig up my whole front patch of garden and plant these instead, I love them so! Can you imagine a field (okay a tiny field) of these in bloom? Wow!
Here’s the question on my mind, though – I get these beauties for just one day, and of course I take photos. Do you want to see these every damn day? Maybe I could do a weekly post – tigridia Tuesday or some such? Whatchoo think?
My contribution to the Cartoon Craziness Challenge – this week’s theme is a self portrait. I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t making fun of myself, so the original post is about talking in my sleep, Lokii being evil, and finally my getting yet another zit, or spot, at the age of 40. Yes I’m fucking well older than that now and I still get them, so I repeat: what the hell?
Anyhoo, I’ve re-read it, and it’s kinda funny so please do have a look!
So I’m kinda cheating on the challenge, as I already had this drawn years ago. Tough noogies.
Moi, for real (I drew my features from a photo) with a Giant Irish Talking Spot/Zit from Hell.