African daisy comes to life

Looks like I didn’t care enough to get a post out last night after hanging out with my friend(s), meaning the daily (as in, workday) blog streak has ended. Oh, well.

To make up for it, I’ve posted twice today. So there.

An african daisy in Kim's bed - one of many I have planted in various spots around the yard - finally bloomed. This is a Photoshopped version of the shot.
An african daisy in Kim's bed - one of many I have planted in various spots around the yard - finally bloomed. This is a Photoshopped version of the shot.

Here is the unadjusted shot.

All of this week’s gardening photos start with the one captioned: “Week eleven” … here.

Return of the frog in my shoe

So, I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. Since at least June 27, when I found my friend the frog hiding in my shoe again, on the first workday morning of my vacation. That morning, I shook my shoe as I always do, in case there’s something cold blooded in it. Then I felt the frog, and I grabbed my camera and snapped the following shots …

So, the frog jumps out.
"Aww, what the hell, I was dreaming of fireflies."
Then the frog pretends to be a shoe as he sizes me up.
"You can't see me. I'm a shoe. You don't look that tough, anyway."
Assuming I'm sympathetic to his slumber, he hops back on the shoe.
"You really don't mind if I go back to sleep? Don't mind if I do ..."
"Wait a minute," he thinks, "Did you just take my photo? Look, man: This is my shoe."
"That's right. This is my shoe."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"And as such, I'm gonna reclaim it."
"It's all mine."
"It's all mine."
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Seriously. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"See. Mine. All Mine. Goodnight."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"That's what I'm talking about. A nice sleep in my shoe home. Zzzzz..."
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Awww, c'mon ... why'd you go and shake me out of the shoe again?"
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."
"Does this look like the face of a happy frog? I'll get you next time."

And then, on July 10, as I was preparing to mow the lawn early in the morning before it got too hot, I found the frog in my shoe again. So I grabbed my good camera and captured the following …

"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"You'll never find me over here, where I blend in perfectly."
"Bring it."
"Bring it."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"You got a lot of nerve waking me up like that, pal."
"That's right, you best step back."
"That's right, you best step back."
"Yes, you are being shunned."
"Yes, you are being shunned."

Get me out of this town already

Today is Wednesday. Two more work days until my vacation!

I’ll bide most of my time at home, doing nothing in particular but I’ll also be going to San Antonio and maybe other scenic places in the lone star state.

Leah + Josh – the newly weds – were in New Braunfels yesterday (we got out that way last year), I gave ’em a ring to check in. She said she saw some of the photos posted here on BrandonMoeller.com, and since she didn’t say otherwise, I’m gonna have to assume she liked them.

A random photo of me drinking a Maibock in New Braunfels. Ahhh ... vacation.
A random photo of me drinking a Maibock in New Braunfels. Ahhh ... vacation.

Nope. Still not gonna write about the transmission fail. Not today. Not yet.

I got published yesterday. Yeah, it’s still exciting.

Maybe I’ll buy / plant some flowers on my vacation next week. The Lazy Gardener suggests these sun-resistant favorites.

LOW GROWERS: Blue daze, bulbine, Mexican zinnias (already have ’em), purslane, scaola
MEDIUM GROWERS: ‘Martha Gonzales’ antique rose, black-eyed Susans (Rudbeckias), bush daisy (Euryops), coneflowers (also tall), Copper Canyon daisies, cosmos, cuphea, daylilies, lantana, fernleaf lavender, pavonia (rock rose), coral fountain plant, mid-size perennial salvias, pentas,
TALL GROWERS: Althaea, cestrum, duranta, hamelia (hummingbird bush), pride of Barbados (Caesalpinia), ‘Red Rocket’ russelia, tall perennial salvias, esperanza (Tecoma stans), vitex.

Guess I better do my research before heading over to Houston Garden Centers, where someone got me a gift card.

Fight trannys with beauties

Since I won’t (yet) be blogging about my transmission fail this morning, I’ll blog about my flowers instead.

I just uploaded a bunch of them to my web site photo gallery Plogger – see them all here.

The carefree beauty rose I bought from the last sale at the Rosery in Needville bloomed again, after I pruned the sunflower leaves that were shading it. This is the only thing that went right today.
This is the carefree beauty rose bush that bloomed today after I pruned the red sun sunflower leaves that were shading it a few days ago. This is the only thing that went right today.

There’s a frog in my shoe

It’s freaking hot out there.

It’s enough to lose one’s sanity. Or their ticket-writing machine.

Perhaps the heat is the reason that it is quite possible that a frog is in my shoe at This Very Moment.

The frog and the shoe
A frog and my shoe

It’s true. For the past few months, I’ve been finding a frog in my gardening shoes, which I keep outside on the porch. I’ve gotten so used to his presence in the smelly leather uppers that I now shake the shoe before attempting to plant my foot in it.

Because, the first time I found him there, I did not. I got my foot halfway in there and the panicked frog panicked me, I dropped the shoe, he hopped out, and hilarity ensued.

So here’s some photos of my froggy friend. What should I name him?

Crouching frog, hiding after being shaken from shoe
Crouching frog hiding from me after I shook him from my shoe.