Updated on May 15, 2018
A holiday not to be confused with Veterans Day or Armed Forces Day. That day celebrates the service of all U.S. military veterans, living or dead.
Memorial Day is different. It is the day set aside to remember the men and women who gave their lives while serving this country.
Personally, I can’t forget Memorial Day. You see, my sweetie and I shared our wedding vows on May 30 — the original date designated as Memorial Day.
That date changed with the passage of the Uniform Monday Holiday Act. Now Memorial Day is the last Monday in May. We still celebrate our anniversary every May 30.
Sometimes I think the Memorial Day holiday is devoted more to shopping, family gatherings, fireworks, trips to the beach, and national media events instead of remembering those who have given their lives in military service.
May this video jog our memory.
Updated on May 23, 2018
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
The ducks are finally big enough to run with the chickens. They eat the same things as chickens so keeping their food separate is not necessary. The arrangement seems to be working out pretty well.
I’ll title it Where Are Tipsy, Topsy and Turvy? or Find the Ducks.
What do you think?
We noticed lots of bees when we bought our house in the spring last year. Having never seen them before, the large black bodies hovering near our faces was scary. Beekeeper Brian assured us male carpenter bees were not aggressive and did not have stingers, but females would protect their nests.
Reminded us of the bears in Colorado. We had the same situation when bears came to visit every spring and fall. Bears were looking for food after a long hibernation in spring and bulking up for winter in the fall. Bees come looking for mates and a home.
We kept food sources secured in the spring and summer and the bears would visit and move on. Discouraging carpenter bees is not so easy.
Before we moved in, we had the house professionally treated, which meant sealing all the bored holes in the porch ceiling, eaves, and siding. Unlike termites, the bees don’t eat the wood they bore tunnels. Those tunnels weaken eaves, window trim, fascia boards, siding, wooden shakes, decks, and outdoor furniture. Not something a homeowner wants to happen.
We also painted the ceiling of our wrap-around porch blue after sealing fresh bee holes last fall.
Why blue? Two reasons. (1) Carpenter bees don’t like painted surfaces and (2) a blue ceiling is a southern tradition.
We didn’t use just any shade of blue. You used a specific shade of Haint blue, a soft blue green to ward off evil spirits called “haints,” a specific type of ghost or evil spirit from the Carolina coast, but also found in tales from various regions of the south.
So not only are we discouraging bees, we’re keeping evil spirits away. Always a good thing.
Our bee population this spring decreased dramatically. But a few are persistent about returning to their previous abodes.
The one over the garage door is catching the most bees. You can see we failed to paint the garage eaves.
In the fall, we’ll seal the new holes so the bees can’t winter over in them and paint the eaves blue to discourage the bees from returning next spring.
We’ll never be completely free of carpenter bees. They are great pollinators so we wouldn’t want to be, but we do want to discourage them from destroying our house.
They’re welcome to visit, not live here.
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
I wondered if perhaps it was the same lizard. I know anoles change colors.
If so, why did it choose to stand out on the fence post and blend in on the bench?
Then I thought about human behavior. Why do we sometimes choose to stand out and be different and other times we want to blend in?
I haven’t come up with an answer. Any suggestions?
One of the things we love about the house we bought on our return to Texas was the certification as a Wildlife Habitat House.
Maintaining that environment became our goal as we settled in. We had an unusually cold winter this year. Several days of temperatures below freezing are absolutely not a normal winter in Texas.
Neither are April days in the low 50 degree and high 40 degree range.
A few hardy birds and one or two hummingbirds stayed around, but most of our wildlife disappeared. It’s May and warmer temperatures have returned.
Baby squirrels play chase one another and mama shimmies up the bird feeder pole to shake birdseed down to her babies.
Dogwoods, Japanese magnolias, peach trees are filled with blooms. Four o’clock plants are popping up and soon will be bursting with red flowers.
Last year I worried that we’d lose our large population of hummingbirds when I started making their syrup instead of purchasing the commercial nectar as the previous owner did. This year it doesn’t seem to matter. I prepare hummingbird syrup at least twice a week.
Unfortunately, carpenter bees have also returned. More about these ugly critters next week.
Updated on May 2, 2018
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
The school where I teach has a long tradition of celebrating May Day including a May Pole. The kids learn to skip around the pole holding streamers as music plays. At the end, there is a pattern of colored streamers on the pole.
If done properly, it looks very neat. This year was a little rough. Practices were held as often as possible but some of the students still struggled.
After the festivities were over, one of the students asked the teacher in charge, “So how did we do?”
The teacher looked at the pole and said “The last 18 inches look great. Let’s just leave it at that.”I think I will adopt that philosophy about the school year. It was a rough start but I plan to make the last “eighteen inches” look pretty good.
So to all my fellow teachers and students out there – here’s to a strong finish.
Updated on May 1, 2018
The urge to dig in the dirt attacks me every spring no matter where I live.
Often I was able to transplant favorites from place to place. Sometimes the climate differences between states meant plants couldn’t thrive in the new locale.
Our return to Texas last year meant a return to familiar gardening with an added benefit I was able to reunite a favorite garden flower (canna lilies) and my antique birdbath.
When we lived in Texas before our move to Colorado, I transplanted Rose of Sharon, cannas, and monkey grass from my family home in Austin to our home in Houston.
Because canna lilies love the Texas heat and are prolific, I shared plants with friends and family. One of those friends let me come dig some of the cannas I’d given her for my new garden here.
I inherited the birdbath, which has been around since 1930, from my family home in Austin, where it sat in the backyard with cannas around it. After the birdbath moved to Colorado with us, it’s returned to our backyard once again surrounded by its cannas. I added the butterfly plants to attract Monarch butterflies to our wildlife habitat.
Hurricane Harvey’s floodwaters were too much for a very large, tall pine tree that stood where the flowerbed is now.
The same friend offered clumps of her Aunt Reece’s irises for the birdbath bed in the side yard. I’m sure they’ll thrive beside the lemon tree.
The yard is a work in progress. Soon the hot days of a Texas summer will limit my gardening, but in the meantime I’m enjoying myself.
Digging in the dirt is a great stress reliever for me and the fruits of my labor bring immeasurable reward. Who doesn’t feel a sense of joy and peace walking in a garden with the aroma of flowers and the sound of birds chirping?