A park in a city where  I used to live had such a Canada goose problem they hired border collies to get them to fly away. They usually came back the next day, so it took many tries before the geese got too discouraged to bother going back. Recently I rode my bike to the library to get some books and saw a flock of these geese milling around, with a librarian gently shooing them away.


The point was, she said, to get them off the sidewalk. There are these sheet metal dog-shaped statues in the grass there that swivel and are supposed to frighten off the geese. But as you can see the geese ignore it.

I walk almost every day. Usually for an hour or more, now that the weather has (likely temporarily) cooled some. I don’t take rescue dogs Lily and Lulu now. Lily is still building her strength after her surgery and Lulu just doesn’t like to walk that far.   And generally not without her pal, Lily. So occasionally a neighbor sees me and asks after Lily. I am running out of things to say. No, she isn’t up to walking far, yet. Yes, she seems to be doing some better. But this recovery is incremental. So I am often surprised when I have this very conversation with a neighbor and just a few days later they are so surprised to see me without a dog. These are not particularly elderly people (which is relative, based on my own age. To a 20-year-old they’d be ancient.), so I wonder do they forget? Not hear me? Do I say it in such a way as to indicate recovery is imminent? So I explain, again.


I have a tiny backyard. Maybe 40 feet by 20 feet. I over planted. Three fig trees, a hedge of lemon grass that’s hard to get around, an elderberry that is very happy where it is. There are many plants that I like but I have to be practical. Even though they do well it makes no sense to have them choking each other out. When they begin to die back I’ll move some, though I have no idea where.


Same with house plants. This climate is almost tropical in summer so house plants and orchids love being outside. But some do so well they outgrow their pots and by end of summer I have to divide them into more plants. Philodendron and aloes are most, then Christmas cactus and arrowhead plants. These I divided into so many smaller plants I finally consolidated them into bigger pots.


But somehow when it truly does get colder (for about 3 months) I have to find places for all of these plants inside the house. Which means spraying them for bugs and not overwatering or drying them out.

After hurricane season.


11 thoughts on “ramblings

  1. My dear, I share your overplanting problems. It all began with my mother who never saw a flower or fruit she didn’t want to plant. When it got to me, I adopted a policy of “let the strongest survive” then I simply ignored the problem. What I have left in my garden is 2 navel orange trees, 2 Japanese maples, 2 mandarin orange trees, 3 dogwood trees, 1 holly tree (not bush), various and sundry flowering plants, including 2 6-foot high azaleas. What I don’t have is room to swing a cat, as it were. When you solve your problem let me know how … I’ll do the same for you … if ever. Oh, and btw, none of the fruit ever goes to waste. In fact, we have to fight the squirrels to get any of it.

  2. They particularly like the mandarin oranges, then the navels start ripening and they go after them … plus my son keeps their feeder full. If it’s ever empty, they sit on his window sill and bark at him. Cheeky buggers.

  3. When Max passed, I continued to walk every day at the park where I always walked. For months, the same people would ask if I’d left him home that day. I think the day I burst into sobs and ran back to the car finally got it through to one particularly concerned person. I have more houseplants than I can count but not nearly as many as my mother – who never met a plant she didn’t want, and would somehow find room for. As for squirrels – we shoot those evil creatures round here!

  4. Our dog caught a squirrel one day. Yep. Had it in her mouth and everything. And then, since she didn’t know what to do with it, she let the squirrel go. I love watching the squirrels romp in my trees, jumping from tree to roof and back again. I could watch them for hours.

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