WiseAcre Gardens

Yep, April 1st is my wedding anniversary. I picked the date but it was entirely unintended.

Long story short:

My wife and I lived together before getting married. For months my wife’s mother would call every Sunday. Each time she’s ask to speak to me and every time she had the same question. ‘When are you two going to get married?’ My usual response was a basic ‘Don’t know, no plans, someday’ until that one Sunday I joked ‘April 1st’.

I never got a chance to answer that question again. The very next week I learned wedding plans were already underway. It was then I realized my mother-in-law and I don’t share the same sense of humor. I want to believe she took me literally and proceeded as any mother would when given the date. The other option is my wife and her mother conspired to hold me to my ‘word’. But it’s too late to see the phone records in the week between those two Sundays. So let’s just say I never knew what hit me.

I got what every married man needs. An anniversary date he can’t forget. You know – if I had it to do it all over again I would. I still haven’t learned to keep my mouth shut when a wisecrack pops into my head.

The secret of my long marriage:
My wife tells me she married me for my potential.
So I never wasted any by accomplishing something.

Instantly rehydrate a boulder with a single drop of water.

Use extreme caution: …never rehydrate boulders while holding over your head. Each box contains enough instant boulders to fill 3 average stadiums. Always store in a dry place. Spitballs are not a recommended use.

Could you use them responsibly? No way I could.

I can’t leave ya without a photo. Lucky for me I found a fallen oak leaf today. I have no idea what the things attached to it are. They make an interesting photographic subject but it galls me not knowing what they are.

I’ll be taking the show on the road. I’ve got to go watch someone dig a big hole in Long Island. Tomorrow I’ll be another Sunday Driver. By evening I’ll have a box to nest in and Monday morning I’m entering the rat race. cya later

While not rare this blue gentian is a bit harder to find than other wildflowers. It prefers wet meadows and I find it scattered here and there and each time I do is a pleasant surprise. So when I found these growing in a ‘lost’ corner of my yard I was thrilled.

Gentiana andrewsii

But now the thrill is gone. Somebody ate the tops off my new prize. A sure sign of Autumn in my yard is the return of the deer. I don’t mind them eating the Hostas. I’ll put up with then munching on the garden phlox. I even let them prune my Lilacs. But they went too far when they munched on the only Gentians on the property. As my hero and role model would say Of course you know this means war

I did find a little consolation prize growing in the lawn. I can’t identify it but this tiny flower is a real beauty.

I don’t have a clue. Wildflower? Garden Escapee? This is so tiny I can only think of thyme when I consider it as an escapee. I’m hoping someone can give me a clue. I probably only need a good smack upside the head so I can focus my thoughts. Right now I’m distracted by trying to figure out just what season it is.