After rain on Tuesday and before our heavy showers on Wednesday, I went out side and cut all the KnockOut roses by 50%. They were already nearly six feet tall and were finishing a bloom cycle. By cutting them back harshly, before plenty of rain, I was converting all the bush energy to budding instead of finishing up their blooms with seeds.
A few other roses needed some trimming.
All the Father' Day roses are blooming now - in a circle around the maple tree in front. They are various colors because Gurney's does not guarantee what they send when they are $5 bare root roses.
The same is true of bulbs. Those who want the lowest prices get a rainbow collection of tulips, but tulips are far more impressive with a massive group of one color, or a color combination.
Weather Drama
Last night's rain meant black skies while the sun was shining and cloudbursts alternating with steady rain. Tuesday's rain was enough, and Wednesday's rain was way too much by itself.
The weather map for today says that we will have a big thunderstorm at 1 PM. Two different storms on radar seem to be coming from the West and up from Texas.
The birds ate frantically yesterday, even in the rain. The Jackson EZ Bird Swing often had a bird sitting there to stay out of the rain. The swing is under the eaves. Sharon Lovejoy, I believe, suggested that birdhouses are good shelters for birds in cold weather, so I may put some spare old shelves out under the eaves for a dry roost.
Downton Sassy
The key image for Downton Abbey is the bell being rung to call a servant.
Sassy Sue decided to call for her servants by dragging her claws across the maple table near the bed. At first she did that when I was not looking. I pretended to be shocked when I found the source of the strange noise and she was a bit intimidated. When she saw that I was laughing, that became her little joke.
Now Sassy routinely uses her call system to notify me of her needs. Of course, she has these other tools:
- The neck cuddle means I identified what she wanted.
- Licking her lips and looking toward the kitchen. Ears pop up at the sound of "Food?"
- Perching on the corner of the bed, ready to take a walk.
- Drooping on the bed, still waiting for the walk.
- The Bad Daddy speech, a series of loud sad barks, is always from a failure to walk her on time.
When we are sharing the joke together, it is so much fun.
The landscaper living nearby said, "I never saw a dog that talked so much."
Several times Sassy has pouted. Once I gave a long speech about her not wanting to turn around or acknowledge us. She finally flipped over and grinned, looking for a tummy rub. This week she got a shampoo outside and a much-needed comb out. She refused to look at me that night, but made up for it the next night.
Sassy normally goes to us separately for hugs and kisses before she goes to the foot of the bed to sleep.
