Sunday in the yard

The PM found a few of these under the cedar tree by the house and is glad that I am house bound. It means that the baby robins have hatched. That makes me even more depressed. Those babies can't even fly yet, they are just waiting for me. ::sigh::



The PM REALLY gets mad at me when I go after the birds, mice and moles not so much.

Then I see her outside doing this mess with the side garden.



She says it is a "kill mulch" that will stay there for a year to smother all the weeds as she has given up trying to do it all by hand EVERY summer for the last 7 years. The people who lived here before were horrid landscapers. Real landscapers, that was actually their job. They said they planted 300 bulbs in that side garden the fall before the PM bought it. Only three things came up and about 4 million weeds! . The PM thinks they either did it too fast or planted too late. They didn't care, they were moving. They actually took off to the States to escape the creditors as they owe tons of money.

So the PM has to lay cardboard all over the weeds, leave holes for the surviving perennials then layer, compost and top with leaves, twigs and mulch.

So, the PM can kill all of these plants yet I can't have one wee baby robin? That just doesn't seem fair.

They are taking off for a few days to visit the Nanny so we will be left with the Music Man. Shouldn't be too bad but I won't be able to blog until the middle of next week. ::another sigh::. I'll try and escape again. The Music Man is kind of dense. Hee Hee