The Week in Photos.

That's a week starting last Wednesday and ending yesterday. I am SO far behind. Anyway, enjoy.

Here's Robyn Hitchcock in all his purple-trousered glory:


This is the monstrosity that is growing across the street. I think they're really trying to get it done (or at least presentable) before the golf tournament here in a couple weeks. Too bad the people coming to the tournament all have to come past our little shack on their way. A.J. suggested a large "We're here, we're queer, get used to it" banner for our patio, which I would totally do if only our landlords didn't drive by here every day.


This is the goose that sleeps on what used to be our pier. I don't know if it's Marge or Homer (no telling the sex of a goose long distance, is there?), but it's one of the pair that has chosen us.



P.S> Z, working on that tag - been busy!

Planting.

That's all I've been doing that's worth talking about. I've planted two kinds of tomatoes, pickling cucumbers, basil, dill, oregano, thyme, fennell, moonflowers, and some mixed four o'clocks. So far. And our meyer lemon tree (which was a gift from J and her s.o. for our wedding) is blooming. The smell is nothing short of intoxicating.
I've also spent some time trying to tame the flower beds around the house, in hopes that this year I will finally plant all of them. The problem with renting is that it's difficult to want to bother with the whole blasted yard (it's pretty large, and not at all tended prior to our presence) that we will eventually have to evacuate. But I've been getting to it a little at a time for the past couple summers, and this year I'm feeling particularly ambitious. In the meantime, progress is being made on the ridiculously overpriced condos from hell across the street. The guys who are putting them up have taken to communicating with each other by whistling very loudly, which as you dog owners may guess, tends to rile up the dogs. Which would already be annoying if it were late in the day, but since it generally starts at the crack of dawn (about an hour or two after I have fallen asleep), it actually pisses me off quite a lot. That and the trash which is constantly strewn about and regulary makes its way across the road and into our yard are really starting to get on my nerves.
On a lighter note, the geese are back. I think these may actually be *our* geese - the ones we call Marge and Homer, who are not afraid of us, and who will make their way across the pond whenever they see us come out, in hopes of getting fed - but I don't know if geese actually return to the same place year after year. If anybody knows about goose habits, I'd love an answer.
Also, the ducks are catching on. They aren't quite as aggressive as the geese yet, but they do stop by at least every other day. Photos to come.