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Showing posts with label spartan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spartan. Show all posts

Friday, June 27, 2008

Things growin owt bak

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes- Chief Wiggam waz runnin abowt in his underpants!!!!
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10
  • Day Score: 7.229321/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Sum peepol hav bin arskin bowt the sunflowers I plarntid. Oh deer. Erm, well. Sorry, but they all committid sueyside. Ha! Oh well. I thort I wud tayke a few pikchers for yu ov wat IS growin owt bak.

I won't carp on abowt the flowers. That's Dilly's department reelly. Sheez forever stikkin roses an stuff on her blog. No. I'm mor intrestid in things like herbs. They're intrestin. Sum ov them tayste nice, wile uthers provide a soft an nicely sentid wipe for wen I've had to nip behind the tree.

So heer we go-

This is wat I whare wen I do gardnin on a hot day. Pants an boots, like a Spartan. The hankercheef hat waz Mummy's idea (nagggg nagggg nagggg.)

The bak garden is a skware shaype.

This is from the bottom left corner:

This is from the bottom rite corner:

This is from the top left corner:

This is from the top rite corner:

Theez pots ar stuff that Mummy hassent fownd playsis to plarnt.Clokwise from me, sittin in sum Orange Thyme; then Ginger Mint, a small willow tree at the bak, Chamomile (wich Mummy luvs but Daddy thinks smells like cats), a small tree peony, "Buckler's Leaf" type sorrel, a pasque flower at the frunt, an in the middol pot thare is pineapple-sage an marjoram.

This spikey lookin herb is calld Toadflax. In the middol is Motherwort an at the bak is Southernwood, wich is nice an lemonny.

I don't mind theez flowers cos they ar diffrent. They ar a kind ov alium, wich is a kind ov unyunThey eevn smell a bit unyunny, an hav a sort ov bloo bit in the middol. The bees luv them!

The bees like this next herb, too. It's calld Valerian. Lots ov it gro all over arownd heer. This bit waz growin owtta the conkreet in the drive, an Daddy weedid it. Mummy sor him carryin it an sed, "Giv that heer, I'll hav that!" an plarntid it in the bak. It waz smaller than me in thoze days.

This next herb is calld Rue. I like it cos it's a blooey-green culler an it smells intrestin. Sort ov medisinny. Or like likkorish.

Yu hav to be careful as it can mayke sum peepol get a rash if they tutch it too much. I'm ok cos ov me ferrr.

This is the Crismoss tree from larst yeer. It's doin ok. I like to keep it fertilized.

This wun's calld Sweet Cicely. Oops! Lost me boot!

This next wun is Fennel, an it's kwite fluffy an tikkly an smells ov annaseed.

This littol wun won't ever grow big but it haz the strongest smell. It's Corsican Mint an I think it's kewt.

Theez ar calld PennyRoyal an ar minty. I'm hoppin on wun fut coz I've lost me boot agen!

This is Pot Marrygold. The wite bits ar berd poo. HAHAHAHA!

This is Bronze Bugle but it's ment to be mor red than this!!!

Now THIS is a yewssfoll wun! This is Sweet Woodruff, an iz a bit stikky so it's helpfoll wen a Bear needs extra help wiv a trikky wipe cos it haz grayte grippin kwallitys. Hehehehe!

Thoze larst few wuns ar in the Dark Corner. At the bak ov this corner, we stakt sum old wood an sum big cuttings from the tree....

Arfter a week, sum frogs had moovd in wun end, an sum bumblebees had moovd in at the uther! A woodmouse livs in this bit, too, an the hedgehog parsses this way at nite. I like this corner!

This is my berd-warterer. The dome part haz a hole at the bottom. Yu fill the dome wiv warter, put the sorcer on top, then flip it up-side-down reelly farst. Wunce it's this way up, the warter comes owt for abowt an inch. The berds can sip this an they get fresh warter for days, so it's handy for wen we go to Granny's.

Neerly finishd! This is Foxglove. I like it cos bees go rite up inside the flowers an all yu can see is their bottoms, wigglin!

Larst, this is Tansy an it smells lemonny. It issent bad tansy, like ragwort, it's a diffrent wun....

.............an .......... this is my Oak tree, wich I'm growin from a haycorn!!!!!

Well I hope yu enjoyd my tour ov wat's growin owt bak!!!

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Good luk wiv the arty-crafty challenge (see last post for detayles, but don't ferget yu can do enything, theez wer jus serggestchuns.)

Lynda haz allreddy dun hers!!! It's grayte- go look! HEHEHEH!

I'll copy a pikcher (if that's ok?) ov eech wun dun an put them all on wun post. Shall we hav a cut-off dayte? How bowt 8th July?

Bye fer now!!!

Friday, May 25, 2007

Marigolds Bravely Face Crisis



Yesterday's scores:

  • Gills:hibernaytin
  • Simpsons: no. Missed it. Rats!
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: too bizzy reeding (see yestaday's post) /10
  • Day Score: 7.396/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Ferst of all, I had a kweery abowt larst week's post on how to change the backgrownd on yor blog. I've tried to arnser it in the next post down arfter this wun. Thort I'd menshun it. In case yu miss it, yu know. Wat wiv bein a wun-post-a-day Bear yewzually an all.

But enyway..... about these marigolds.

We're into week 7 now. WOW! Heer is how they lookt 7 weeks ago:

ah, but meer seeds in the shayde of a Spartan Bear!

And this is them larst nite:

Now, the mor observant among yu mite be wondering wat sed marigolds ar doin wiv my second-best pair of Emergensy Hug Pants.

Well, I'll tell yu.

Mummy, in her infinite "I'm older than yu so I know best" wisdom (huh!) (like that always werks!) haz decreed that it is time fer the marigolds to be "hardened off" an so they hav had to moov outside. BUT BUT BUT ther iz a thunder storm due. I don't like thunder. I AM brayve. It issent that I'm not brayve, cos I 'm a Bear, an Bears do brayve. An like I sed befor, yu hav to be scared ferst to be brayve, right? Otherwise, if yu weren't scared, ther'd be no need to be brayve. Got it? OK then. I jus wantid to get that cleared up.

Enyway. Oh yes. Emergensy Hug Pants. Obviously I carnt let them hav my Number 1 pair. I might be needin them. So I've left them my best substitutes. Just in case. Yu never know.

There. I've dun my best by them. If enything goze wrong now, it's all Mummy's fault. (or possibly Dilly's).

Bye fer now!

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Digging an Stuff

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 I'm so good at this
  • Day Score: 7.938/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Every year I do a bit of marigolding. Sumtimes yu may see marigolds fer sale in shops, an they are piddly littol things. Well, I grow mine from seed an they get to be 3 feet tall. This is becos I treat them with my very own fertilizer, in lieu of havin to nip out to the woods to do wat Bears do. (Well???? It's not my fault! They keep building on all the woodland...)

So today the time came fer me to get larst year's seeds in sum compost. Here's a pic of me in the act. An in case eny of yu were thinking of suggesting it, NO! It is NOT sissy to be plarnting marigolds. ESPESHALLY not whilst dressed like a Spartan, like I am here....

Leonidas was tough, all right, but I bet they dident get 3ft marigolds in Sparta....

I will give yu all a weekly update on their progress.

Bye fer now!