Hope Springs Eternal

The title says it all.

Spring can't too far away. We got stuff coming up all over the front yard. The back yard's still got snow on it, so who knows what's growing back there besides mud. I think the first picture's of daffodils or something like that. If you think I know what these plants are, you havn't been reading this blog long. So, we'll go with dafodils, but if you say day lilies, ok too.

Now these things are stella doro day lilies, I think. Now, I always thought that stella doro were maurice lanell cookies.

i have no clue what these things are, but they are green. Pat told me yesterday what they are but i forgot.

These are the tulips Katie and Sean got us from the Netherlands. 400 or so years ago, these things cost more than our house. Now, since this is northeast Ohio, maybe just the garage. This is really a pleasent suprise. The bulbs didn't get eaten by whatever varmints eat tulip bulbs.

Mr. Duck

put your pistols away, the sun's out!

All across Northeastern Ohio people were coming out of their snowbound homes to stare at something some children have only heard of. No kiddies, it's not a myth. It's the sun. After two days of relentless snow and who knows how many days of overcast, Sol has shown his face. Man, there is nothing quite like the sun right after a snow storm. The sky is all azure blue. The clouds look like cotton candy. The sun shines like a police flashlight in your highschool face and the snow is all sparkly. How pristine the moment until you look out into the street and think. I'm not going out in that.
The boys have differing views of the snow. Fred looks at us and goes, what are you, nuts? The snows deeper then me. I"ll poop in the house thankyou. Bob, on the other hand, loves the snow. I can let him off leash and he just has a great time.

Bob the Dog saves the day

It's been snowing for two days now. it's supposed to stop sometime soon. This isn't your Bing Crosby, Bob Hope kinda of snow where eveyone's giddy and happy. No, this stuff is more like South American soccer team snow where you end up gnawing your best friend's leg off. The PD's already had the annual one day of sun a month issue which was quickly followed by the everyone's depressed because of the lack of sun and too much snow issue. The classic rock stations play Neil Young's Powderfinger all day long. The PD then has its depression and suicide issue. Well, so much for the good news.

You gotta ask yourself why is this all happening. If you're a follower of brother Al Gore you might think global warming. I saw Gore's infomercial and the documentary film The Next Day and maybe they got a point. But I'm thinking something more biblical. The weather channel said that Rhode Island is suffering from torrential rain storms. Ohio is suffering a state wide blizzard of historical propotions. Maybe, just maybe, god's not happy with the primary results. I mean, you don't hear anything bad about Vermont do you?

It's February, cold and snowy

I know it's been a while since my last entry. I was preoccupied with the Praxis III dog and pony show. For those viewers who wait with baited breath for the latest garden pics, I say relax. I know John McCains' already used the phrase with greater impact, but for crying out load, It's February. What's to look at except snow?

Well, I'll tell you what. The latest addition to our lawn ornamentation collection was obtained at the rescent Yard and Garden show at the IX Center. It's some kind of flower. I can't hardly tell you real flowers' names let alone one made of steel. But it does look pretty cool.

My first attempt at video

I took this with my new Fuji F50se. I know I sound like I still smoke 4 packs a day. But come on, it's been almost 10 years. I should probably hold the camera away from my face and not talk so loud. Well, if any of you viewers could give me some pointers, I'll be most thankful.

I keep looking at the back yard

It's Jan.7 and it's 63 out. There's not a snowball to be found. We have the windows and screen doors open. We should be happy not having to shovel a load of snow, everybody except maybe Al Gore. Al Gore and me. I look at the back yard and see a mess. I mean Katie's getting married in this back yard in 174 days and all I see is mud. Well, mud and lots of water. Mr. rabbitt is speechless. so no help there. I seek solace in the pictures from the back yard from early July 2007. Now that is the back yard that could make garden walks.

And there's still no sight of the sun. It should show up around April.

Breakfast at the Grobles'

Blow this picture up to see the ducks.

We may have found evidence that Santa Claus exists. Christmas morning we discovered tracks all over the back yard. Having stepped foot on the roof, I can attest that walking around is easier in the back yard. It's that or maybe we got a herd of deer living in the neighborhood and they know that the Grobles are a good feed. If there are deer, the drunk drivers who hunt them down with their vehicles can't be far away. I'll need to stay vigilant.

Happy New Year

This is Fred's take me to your leader eyes.

This is another reason why dogs will never take over the world. We used a ladder to keep the boys out of the main hall while we were painting it. Worked pretty good. Somebody should have tried it on Dick Cheney.