Gardening Tips From A Dog~

Why do we think birds have it so good
Because they don’t have credit cards
and electric bills
That they can fly
when and where they want to
without worry..
Maybe they think what we have is great
Living inside structures
that don’t fall down in heavy winds
and we aren’t someone’s food, or play toy…
Seems we have more in common than not
I just wish I had wings…

The rain poured down this morning, an attempt by Mother Nature to clean off the winters sludge from the roads, buildings and ground. Most of the snow surrounding the house melted off this morning. Before this winter will be official over it will take a few heavy rains, then some sunny days to bake everything clean.

I walked over to the Bog Willows and peered inside their tangled branches, I saw where the snow was hiding. Every bit of ground in the shadows was snow covered. White and icy, refusing to let go of winters bite.

Uriah was very disappointed when I refused to walk in the cold water, which covered the low end of the path. He carefully inched along the un-melted ice and drank from the water.

The skies above us were heavy with moisture. The clouds were a deep soft grey, they moved quickly overhead. I looked up at the motionless tree tops. All the wind was high up in the clouds, the winds pushed them into rolling mountains that swiftly changed shape every second.

With our walking path blocked I turned my attention to the vegetable garden. This past October I had covered it with a tarp and wooden fencing, and an occasional pizza box. I had stuffed a large plastic garbage bag full of autumn leaves and set it in the garden. My intention was to dig those leaves into the newly turned soil and pile them around tomato plants. Right now that bag sat, bloated, in the middle of the garden waiting for me, and spring.

 I walked around the covered area. Stopped and called for Uriah.  

Uriah came over and sat next to me and stared at the garbage bag like I had commanded him to, and then looked up at me waiting for a biscuit.

I pointed to one of the tarps. “You think we can uncover one part and set up a cold frame?”

Uriah actually looked as though he were thinking. He stood up and stepped into a section that was not covered and slowly tried to dig in the dirt. Then he looked up at me with mud stuck to his paws.

“Okay! I get it too mushy to play in, maybe next week!”

Uriah looked at me, sighed, then walked over to a hole and stuck his nose in it, and then he stood back and sneezed. 

“Right! That last rat has to go!” I backed away. I am not crazy about rodents!  “You get right on that!” I raised my eyebrows and kept inching backwards.

Uriah isn’t fond of rats! This rat has taken his biscuits, food and chew toys over the past few months. Whenever I mention that fact, I am told rats bite, hard!  Uriah gave me a look and went into the kennel and slipped into his dog igloo and left me standing there, alone.

 I looked up into the sky, I could hear the high pitch scream of the Red Tail Hawk.  

“Hey, Uriah maybe the hawk will get that last rat for us!”

I turned my attention to the birds. I could hear Blue Jays screaming. The Black birds were congregating in the tree tops and a Robin chattered angrily at me from a Mulberry tree.   Cardinals flitted in and out the branches of the leafless Crab Apple trees.  Somewhere on top of the barn, Doves cooed in a rolling Scottish accent:-)

I pulled my camera out, fully intent on capturing a picture of that Robin. I haven’t seen one since December. I started snapping pictures of the clouds and the lack of snow.

Uriah decided he was bored and followed me to find that Robin. Except every time I pointed the camera he decided to bark at the birds. I gave him a biscuit, or three.  He was trying to protect me from the, big mean Robins. How dare they chatter at me…

17 thoughts on “Gardening Tips From A Dog~”

  1. I really love the way you put up all your posts.
    Every time I come here, I know that I will be blessed
    with another good post, lovely poems and great pictures!

    Love your header.

    Hope you are feeling much better.

    Birds with credit cards? lol


  2. Beautiful, Gerardine!

    Do you know this one? The mental association is just overpowering…

    By Matthew Arnold
    Weary of myself, and sick of asking
    What I am, and what I ought to be,
    At this vessel’s prow I stand, which bears me
    Forwards, forwards o’er the starlit sea.


    And a look of passionate desire
    O’er the sea and to the stars I send:
    “Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me,
    Calm me, ah, compose me to the end!


    “Ah, once more,” I cried, “ye stars, ye waters,
    On my heart your mighty charm renew;
    Still, still let me, as I gaze upon you,
    Feel my soul becoming vast like you!”


    From the intense, clear, star-sown vault of heaven,
    Over the lit sea’s unquiet way,
    In the rustling night-air came the answer:
    “Wouldst thou BE as these are? LIVE as they.


    “Unaffrighted by the silence round them,
    Undistracted by the sights they see,
    These demand not that the things without them
    Yield them love, amusement, sympathy.


    “And with joy the stars perform their shining,
    And the sea its long moon-silvered roll;
    For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting
    All the fever of some differing soul.


    “Bounded by themselves, and unregardful
    In what state God’s other works may be,
    In their own tasks all their powers pouring,
    These attain the mighty life you see.”


    O air-born voice! long since, severly clear,
    A cry like thine in mine own heart I hear:
    “Resolve to be thyself; and know that he
    Who finds himself loses his misery!”

    1. jadepaloma,
      Thank you for posting Matthew Arnold’s poetry. beautiful words,
      “Resolve to be thyself; and know that he
      Who finds himself loses his misery!”
      such strong true words. The trick is to find yourself.

  3. I simply loved the small snippet at the top of this post, and it just got better as u read on, forgetting everything around u, loud TV dog crying to get taken out, budgie trying to fly in its cage/! it all paled into insignificance as we were taken on a trip of beauty and the pics were delightful xx

    1. william,
      I hope you had a wonderful day!
      Thank you, I wrote the top piece just before I finished the post. I keep thinking that first line ending in ‘good’ should be different. Hmm. The whole thing could go off in a different direction or expand on this one. I should toss it to you:-)
      Oh, well on to the next post.
      I am happy you enjoyed this!
      Gerardine xx

  4. Gerardine, this morning I had my own glimpse of National Geographic.:) When I opened the door for the cat to get out at 4:30, I heard Canada geese !! Isn’t that awesome ?

  5. I too would give much for ‘wings’. Flying in planes is such a tease.
    Oh and dogs and birds–ha–they just have to try to chat up those redbreasts no matter what.
    greetings, GB–such luck in the countryside.

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