This is not my house. I saw this in my community on the way to work this morning. Whether it’s a prank from a bunch of good or bad kids or a gesture of friendship, I don’t know. What if, by freak of nature, we had a rain shower last night? Wet, spongy Charmin glued to my front porch wouldn’t make me happy. No, I don’t think it’s funny at all. I learned from a police officer friend that it's common in North Carolina to have your house rolled this time of year and sometimes it’s a gesture of friendship. A sign that someone really likes you? What???
We lived in Delaware for three years before moving to North Carolina and when school was out, our mailboxes were destroyed in the middle of the night or our mail was carried to an address on an adjacent street. A crime. Do you remember an ad on TV, “It’s 11:00 p.m. Do you know where your children are?” Obviously there are plenty of parents who don’t.
This three-week long heat wave is making me cranky so I’ll lighten up and show some photos.
These blooms are the best I have. Believe me, there’s stress on garden life here. Not pretty.
The bird situation is something else. I’m serving safflower tomorrow in hopes the gangsta birds will spit it out and leave. Last year, they acquired a taste for it but I didn’t have so many of them. Titmice, Cardinals, Brown Thrashers and Chipping Sparrows are constantly being bullied and I haven’t seen woodpeckers, Chickadees, or Carolina Wrens for weeks. I miss them. It’s been a depressing ordeal for me. I try not to look at the feeders often.
Mourning Doves are slimming down.
Lucky shot just before sundown. Thank goodness for photo editors!
Maybe in a couple of days I’ll rise from this gloom and return wearing a smile.