These Garden Pics Are Not Recent

Some of this stuff goes all the way back to June. It's gotten a lot wilder since then.

Too many white wing doves hanging around. 

I had no intention of creating a "habitat" but that's how it turned out. I'd like to expand it to include all of the space in back, except for a wide winding pathway, but I suspect I would run afoul of various city ordinances. I know that at least one of my neighbors likes what I've done but I don't know about the others. I'll have to look into what the city, in all of its profound lack of wisdom, will permit. I would be interested in creating prairie conditions. I could easily supply it with just the right amount of water, drought or no drought. No more mowing. A natural space of the sort that existed before the human plague arrived, with their cotton fields and ranch lands, and cities. 

STILL In That Garden

What better place to be?

These barn cats seem to like it.

The finches like it.

It can't be that bad. It took all sorts of garden fencing to secure the birds from the cats, but it worked. 

Garden Garden

The Blogger interface is changing and I've found that I can't create a new page in the new interface. What a piece of shit.  Speaking of pieces of shit, Herman Cain attends a Trump rally in Tulsa, and now he's dead of COVID. Speaks volumes, doesn't it? Now Herman is great! Like America! Maybe Louie "Goober" Gohmert is headed for similar greatness. Make ALL dumb people great! And The Goober must be among the dumbest of the dumb.

You also have to wonder about the people who've voted for him. Is there no bottom?

At least there are places in the boonies where one can escape. The only good places in the world are very far from the human name and the human game. By the way, Trump's Texas event was heartening. I do enjoy seeing a lot of his supporters gathered together in one place, close, and not wearing masks. The more they spread COVID among themselves, the more likely they are to find that greatness. Yes, let them FIND that greatness! Do it soon! Be great! Like Herman Cain. Greatness awaits!

Ah, The Garden!

Louie "Goofus" Gohmert has tested positive. He should have spent more time in a garden, or wearing a mask. 

But that's his problem. I hope he has fun with his illness. In the worst "best" case, I could say good riddance. But that's kind of mean. I won't do that. Whatever happens to him is OK with me. Meanwhile...

 I have not heard much about Brazil's president lately, who tested positive and vowed to dose up on snake oil. Is he recovered? Or even still alive? 

Lot's more garden to go. Still trying to avoid the winning and the greatness. Too much of that going around as well.

Some More Garden

Sometimes I use the garden to escape from all the "greatness" the loony toon buffoon has bestowed upon us. One can only stomach so much of that "greatness". 

Our dearly  beloved leader flails like a decapitated chicken, and greatness splatters everything.

Ahhh! Greatness! So great.