This may look like just a stack of logs to you, but it is really the future home of Richard's shiitake mushroom-growing attempt. The wood is pecan, and I thought he was going to make something in his woodworking shop with it, but he set me straight. So, at some point in the not-too-distant future, we will be enjoying shiitakes in our cooking.I found out that our climbing roses are actually Cherokee roses.
"When the Trail of Tears started in 1838, the mothers of the Cherokee were grieving and crying so much, they were unable to help their children survive the journey. The elders prayed for a sign that would lift the mother’s spirits to give them strength. The next day a beautiful rose began to grow where each of the mother’s tears fell. The rose is white for their tears; a gold center represents the gold taken from Cherokee lands, and seven leaves on each stem for the seven Cherokee clans. The wild Cherokee Rose grows along the route of the Trail of Tears into eastern Oklahoma today."
I copied this from the Internet. It's a sweet legend in addition to being sad.OK, I can't stay away from the flowers in the yard. This is Weigela. If you do a Google Images search for it, you'll come up with a lot of pictures which look as if they are showing a lot of different flowers. There seems to be quite a variety of Weigela.
This is a Knockout rose. The center of it looks a lot like the Cherokee rose, but it grows on a small bush rather than a climbing vine. I heard recently that a yellow rose is a symbol of friendship. I like that. Yellow is my favorite color of rose.
Well, it's Thursday, children. The weekend is almost upon us. I'm hoping there will be a Braves game or two on the TV. They were playing the Nationals last night and the game was scoreless until the 9th inning when the Nationals' pitcher loaded the bases and then walked a guy. The Braves won (yay!) 1-0.