Lookie here . . .

Just a quick update this morning. After looking at the Dado's blog I couldn't resist doing a comparison photo montage.

On the left, we have Jackson Danger as of a few days ago, and on the right, Catherine Jo about 31 years ago.

At least the couches are a bit different.

Don't worry, we got a plan . . .

The ground has not been dry since Christmas 2009. The entire property is a sloshy, sloppy, muddy, full-of-water mess. The garden areas have standing water. While digging some post holes for the new grape arbor, I struck water about 6 inches down.

As eloquent as I pretend to be, I am at a loss for words to describe just how wet and sloppy the entire property has been for the last two and a half months. “Quagmire” doesn’t cut it.

Yesterday, a flock of ducks flew over and circled the property looking for a landing site. They decided to fly on by because they figured it would be a bit drier at the reservoir.

Even the well is begging for relief from the wet.

Bailey da Hound Dawg doesn’t yet know how to dog paddle, so we got him some water wings. He doesn’t like using them, though, so he has started climbing on his dog house, kinda like Snoopy, primarily to show off, but actually to try to keep dry. This hasn’t worked very well for him, so he sweet talked Nana and moved in with us until the ground dries out a bit.

Rotten dog. I got even with him, though – I had him “fixed”. Not that he was “broken”, but you get the idea.

But I digress – it’s wet and sloppy and muddy and wet. And our property is on the high ground, for pete’s sake. It’s far too wet to till the garden and prep the ground for planting. We did sow some onions, but they immediately started screaming that they were drowning and wanted us to throw them some life preservers.

Nature has dealt a severe blow this year. But, Nana and I are resilient, we are resolute in our resolve to be the best darned gardeners this side of Canadian River.

So, Nana and I have hit on a compromise with nature. Since the garden is much too wet for regular crops, we are going to open up a box of Uncle Ben’s and sow some rice.

It should work – I read it on the internet so it must be true.

And now . . .

HOSTAGE UPDATE, Monday, March 8, 2010.

Mommy, Mommy! That mean old man said he’s going to sell my T-shirt and use me for compost!