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This is the second year of my citrus trees. I have two left. My Dancy Tangerine was eaten by Katie Goat last summer and did not come back. My lemon suffered a similar fate and was coming back over the fall/winter when it was eaten by a mouse. Not to be deterred, it was coming back this summer when Sasha, the lab puppy, pulled it up and chewed off half of it's roots. I have repotted it, but I'm not hoping for much. I've gotten a couple of Valencia oranges and plan to plant the seeds in the pot later today. I've heard that oranges don't come true from seed and I've also heard they do, all but the Clementine and I've heard great things about a treasured Satsuma in South Carolina. Who knows? Who really cares? If they sprout at all, I get a cute plant. If they fruit at all, I can say I did it, no matter what they taste like.
I have also ordered a Kanu'on Lemon from eBay. Of course, now that it's been replaced, my Dwarf lemon will become 12 ft tall and covered with blossoms by September, whereupon the blue bird of happiness with nest in it's branches, only to discover that this is the first ever carnivorous lemon tree. After all it's been through, I suspect it may be undead.
So...Not to be content or anything, I found out there is such a thing as a Truly Tiny banana, which gets two feet tall and with plenty of dedication will produce medium sized edible bananas. I found it while being nostalgic for the pomegranate tree in the Classic Dept garden. (There are also miniature pomegranates...) Since three plants ship for the same rate, I also picked up a Sugar Loaf pineapple.
This all happened on discovering that fruit trees make great houseplants and not due to any sense of homesickness, as my mother claims (If I were homesick, I'd be planting palm trees, not raising fruit). Currently the citrus (Lime, Sour Orange, and half eaten undead Lemon) are all sunning themselves on my front porch. They did not fruit in the same year, as promised by the catalog, but when I saw them, I didn't think it was likely. They were thorny seed stock, for one thing.
I probably need to post later and fill you in on the new kitten and puppy. I am remiss on that account. I walked away for a while after Thor died. (See, I didn't tell you that either, did I? It's cause I found him and it wasn't pretty and adopting Sasha was all bound up with the event and I was in shock for a while. I needed some distance before I could talk about the happy things.) Anyway, later on I will have to log back in and post pictures. For now, I have to go move the goats down to the field and begin preparing for 4th of July. |
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I took the camera out and got pictures of the kids. |
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I saw them in a forum. |
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I did not know I could do this.
I've actually ignored that function of Amazon for a long time. It's more fun that the wish lists, though.
And, seriously, where were all the plastic Egyptian Gods when we were kids? I'd have loved to have had a statue of Thoth. Doesn't everyone need one? |
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Teen Mom Selene is doing fine with her new little one. She gave me a little bit of a worry tonight. I brought up some hay for dinner and I guess they like it better than the Bermuda grass hay they have been getting. (It's Orchard Grass and Alfalfa.)
I picked the little guy up to get him out of the way of the other goats (he's not a week old and feeding time is a bit much for him to deal with). He didn't complain, so I got the silly idea to bring him outside to see the World Beyond the Barn. He was still ok when I got down the path (though I wasn't entirely...The last time I carried a baby goat toward the house, it was Mimsy Baaah and it wasn't a good thing). Anyway, I thought it might be nice to bring him inside to Dragon, since he hadn't seen the little guy in a couple of days.
We had him in for about an hour. At dusk, he was getting hungry and I was sure his Mommy was frantic...
No she wasn't. They were still after the hay. I put the hungry little guy next to his Mommy and he tried to nurse. She wasn't mean. She just walked away and tried to get in on the hay eating. I repeated this several times and began to get worried. I went back about three hours later. I think the feeding frenzy restarted when I turned the light on. When I got up there, I picked him up to get him out of the way then set him down a safe distance away from the fray.
To make a long story short, he make a little noise and Selene came running. He got his dinner.
So, Cleo's grandson has a good Mom. She's just really serious about her hay.
I keep trying to get a picture of the new Mommy and Baby, but she keeps thwarting me. I've even been butted. |
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