Grass in Kendallville

I’ve mowed the grass twice now and it needs it again. Actually, it needs a master gardener, but I’ve put a sign up by my hedge that says DELIBERATE WILDERNESS in that color.  I stuck a shepherd’s hook in close to it and hung a basket of yellow flowers as sort of a peace offering to those who like everything neat, but it probably just aggravates them more.

You see, the hedge is just on the property line and I like it tall. Unfortunately a wire runs right along that same line, so I am trying to get the hedge to spread to the north. It’s working, but the wildflower seeds I threw down in the area are looking like weeds. It is an unruly hedge, not unlike this AmeliaJake.

When I go on walks I see hedges that are neatly trimmed to a certain level. I have noticed, though, that clipping a hedge at a consistent level must often be a challenge because sometimes it comes out wavy. I think if I were to trim a hedge, I’d tie a string across the length, but I would no doubt clip it. But, of course, I am not going to trim a hedge. So it is a moot point, and if I were talking instead of typing it would be a mute point . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA

Back to the grass. No, not tonight.

Grandma Shimp’s apron

grandma's apron

This tattered old thing belonged to my Grandma Jessie Shimp and then somewhere along the line Mother dug it out and started using it. It would be nice if I could say that I use it while whipping up great dishes like Grandma and Mother used to do, but I don’t like to cook. Usually it hangs on a nail in the kitchen reminding me of those two women.

I think I may have actually worn it once or twice, but there is no magic in it. I think even the Stouffer’s put in the oven lasagna sagged in the middle. Sigh. However, I need to make some poncho-like covers to throw on over my clothes when I am doing some things . . . such as gluing. We’ll just put that story in the never mind bin.