Just When You Least Expect It ...

So I'm walking along the path into my backyard, when I sense it. I stop just in time. A huge (and I mean huge) spider's web stretches from the deck railing to those once-lovely shasta daisies. I can't see the owner of the web, but I return with a broom to sweep the web aside. I do this for the next five days, wondering why the energetic spider continues to rebuild. I do feel guilty, but there is no other way into my yard.

Today, armed and ready with my broom, I finally spot the spider, smack-dab in the middle of his handiwork. By the time I return with my camera, he's taken refuge under the handrail. He's huge, so big that I'm not even sure you have to click on the photo to enlarge:




Now I'm afraid to go past the railing -- if he was able to jump all the way to the garden while spinning his web, he'd have no problem leaping out at me as I walk by.

I've emailed the photo to my daughter and husband, warning them about the hidden danger (and treasure) in our own backyard.

Garden Favourites

My cat, Meeko, likes going into the yard, but always ends up eating grass, which she promptly vomits once she's back in the house. That would be okay if my carpets were green.

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Last year, I had to pull hundreds of my beautiful pink rose campions -- they'd seeded everywhere and threatened to overtake the garden. But I see that many seeds have sprouted, so I'll be able to enjoy them again next year.

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My shasta daisies were pretty spectacular this year, but the clumps are so huge, it's probably time to divide.

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I'm going to miss all the colours, once winter arrives, but I can always bring the gardens indoors by pulling out one of my vintage tablecloths:





And why am I writing about vintage tablecloths in my animal-related blog? Just to let you know that I've started another blog about vintage stuff I own, called "Vintage Hoard". If you're interested in that kind of thing, then why not take a look?

This is Just Wrong

I don't have a photo, but check out these sites for pics of cats whose owners should slapped upside the head:

I don't even like football

I am not a poodle

My owner is an idiot

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