Rosa 'Jackie Kennedy' and clematis 'Radar Love' fighting it out to a draw.
...OK fine. Truth be told the rose and the clematis are actually holding me hostage in the back yard UNABLE TO REACH MY COMPUTER. They are demanding money, guns and German scheisse porn.
I'd do what they say. They seem desperate.
If Ratly Stud Frobisher would be pleased to send me the 'recipe' he mentioned a couple of posts ago I would be happy to give it a try (and probably a lot happier afterwards. More than likely constipated too. Still, thats why the Baby Jesus invented bran cereal, right? Papaver somniferum: the dedicated gardeners' dirty little secret.)
I say, why buy blood meal at $6 the bag when Jehovahs Witnesses are free...and deliver themselves right to your door?
Since the big tree out front came down I have half the green material I used to so now I cold compost. I finally finished my first turning of the year (no thanks to whoever used this as a garbage bin)...worked my way down to the bottom of last years heap by degrees as need and weather dictated. Now that its all piled against the side I'm ready to begin layering green and brown material at the far end again. But I'll have to be careful. Here's why-
Check out what I found at the bottom of last years heap...
...a BUMBLEBEE NEST!
See the two round holes? Those are the two main entrances to the bee nest. The shiny stuff all around it that looks like slug slime is actually dried bee spit; what the bee uses to reinforce the walls of its little home. The entire hive extends downward, beneath the old holey blue tarp there that I use as the turning floor of my compost heap.
Cool, huh?
Lets poke it with a stick!
...SUDDENLY A BAZILLION MILLION ANGST RIDDEN TEENAGE BEES HURTLE OUT FROM THEIR

MILLIONS OF ENRAGED BEES SURGE FORTH LIKE A DEVASTATING TIDAL WAVE OF
ok wait.
Ok. Now.

ONE VERY EXTREMELY PSYCHOTIC MURDEROUS PISSED-OFF PREMENSTRUAL BEE ERUPTS FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL WITH FIERY CAUSTIC VENOM DROOLING FROM ITS ASS-MOUNTED LANCE OF DEATH AND
...oh never mind.
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UPDATE:
those pix were taken at 8:30 am this morning. nice day, suns out, blue sky...
yeah. look at it now, at 2:45 pm...
not fog. not dust. HUMIDITY.
all together now: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN.
and you folks in the south? shut up. i hear you. you're all 'oo, you think you have it bad? the clothes rot in the closets here! oh, wah wah wah, we have 90% humidity all the time!'
fine; you win the pissing contest.
so lissen: once you finish playing your banjo and raping up Ned Beatty there would you please come get your mutated suckass weather already?