October 11, 2010

The end of the love grass...

Meade had to cut it down...

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... to get to the places where he's planting allium bulbs. And look! In the love grass stubble: an acorn stuck right in:

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A squirrel must have thought that would keep it for the winter. And I had Googled for solutions to the problem of the squirrels digging all those little acorn-holes in the new lawn. I was sitting on the stoop at the time, but I relocated to the incredibly soft — spongy! — new turf grass:

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26 comments:

Palladian said...

Ghostly apparitions of spectral ladies are far less frightening or mystical when they're holding laptops.

Ron said...

Ah! Your wifi has made you a ghost!

What will this new long range wifi let you do -- astral blogging projection?

ndspinelli said...

Is it me, or does our prof look like an obsessed elf...a female Chucky?

Triangle Man said...

I like the reflection in the screen. The angle of the screen makes it seem that we might see sky. The fingers appear to be reaching from the turf behind the screen, or through the screen.

sonicfrog said...

That's funny... it looks like you're glowing, kind of the way Mr. Burns did in the X Files episode of The Simpsons!

Chip Ahoy.... your move!

John Burgess said...

Are you sure there aren't condoms stuffed inside those acorns?

ken in sc said...

You can eat white oak acorns. Boil them 5 minutes to soften the hulls. Peal them. Boil them again to release the tannin--about 5 minutes. Roast or fry them with salt or sugar like peanuts. I have a bag of them in the frig right now.

Palladian said...

TrANNscendental!

Robert Burnham said...

squirrels = problem?
CO2 pellet gun = solution

Methadras said...

Was there a condom in the acorn? Was there a judge tittering behind the bushes too?

traditionalguy said...

Ken in SC...Don't admit to that. If you are that hard up, we will send you food. Eating acorns will get us Southerners laughed at like Huckabee's eating squirrel cooked in his his crock pot.

ken in sc said...

Sorry, I just ate them all.

ken in sc said...

Have you ever heard the song;
'Five Pounds of Possum In My Headlights Tonight?'

1jpb said...

It may be time for a 'Meade in action' tag.

He doesn't show up in many photos, but when he does, he seems to be in action. Here he's doing yard work, previously he was assaulting dough.

I'm assuming that we haven't seem more photos of him because he keeps moving out of the frame before Althouse can snap a picture.

Maybe it's time to cut back on the java.

john said...

So what do Canadians eat for Thanksgiving dinner, eh?

Ann Althouse said...

1. Meade is choosing not to be seen on the blog. I have so many pictures that I can't use. He prefers to be off screen. Or on screen as a blur.

2. The weird glow around me is a bit of a mystery. I think there was a lot of water in the air around the grass that misted up the lens and also that white tends to blow out the image with this camera.

EDH said...

Ron said...
"Ah! Your wifi has made you a ghost!"

Wond'rous apparition, provided by magician. Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch.
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I'm singin',
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

There's a giant doing cartwheels, a statue wearin' high heels.
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

CHORUS

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Doo, doo doo.
Wond'rous apparition provided by magician.
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

CHORUS

Tambourines and elephants are playing in the band.
Won't you take a ride on the flyin' spoon?
Dude, dude, dude.
Bother me tomorrow, today I buy no sorrows.
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

CHORUS

Forward troubles Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Look at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
Bother me tomorrow, today I buy no sorrows.
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door.

edutcher said...

Ann pouting on the lawn as the love grass is harvested, a dewy glow halos her sweet countenance as she remembers lush summer nights. And Meade, the mysterious figure who rescued her from her ivory tower, remains only a whispered presence, he who is responsible for the bloom on Madame's cheek.

deborah said...

The answer is obvious: Meade used a soft-focus lens ;)

BJM said...

Out here in Californie we lay gopher mesh underneath the lawn to thwart lawn peeling/burrowing/burying critters. I'm not sure that would work in freezing winter zones.

We decided to rip out the lawn and the tired foundation beds full of the usual suspects from the big box stores, terraform and replant the site to create a naturalized, meadow-dry creek scape of natives and enjoy watching the squirrels from the deck.

Squirrels got to make a living too.

john said...

Canadian bacon, no doubt.

Laurie said...

What kind of grass is that? I want to re-do our yard. Ask Meade if he recommends zoysia for Glenn Reynolds' area of East Tennesee? and if so, when to plant the plugs?
OH, GV, you make me laugh! Today's is "bedays"

Fred4Pres said...

Are you sitting on the spongy grass or floating a few inches above it?

Robert said...

Right hand, middle finger.

A bird if I ever saw one subtly flipped.

Palladian said...

Fred, see my "TrANNscendental" link above - apparently no one else did!

ndspinelli said...

deborah may be correct. Possibly this was shot w/ a gel lens, required by aging women from Martha Stewart to Diane Sawyer. But..it could be just the lighting on Chucky.