Thunder's Columbine photo made me think of our volunteer Columbine in the front of our house. It's not in a good spot. I've tried to dig the damn thing up to move it a couple of times... tried to kill it a few other times, but it's going nowhere. I'm more of a fan of single petaled fleurs as opposed to the fancier pom varieties, but this is still awfully pretty
Also... a photo of a volunteer bunny... also thriving. We had a family of them nesting by the happy, happy bird feeder. Sorry for the poor photo. Those little boogers are fast!! Zipping from one protective plant to another.
Funny how different that Columbine works. At least it's not scared...it just sits there and says, come and get me!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | May 16, 2012 at 07:09 AM
:)
Posted by: Jennifer | May 16, 2012 at 07:18 AM
Works = looks.
I gotta get some coffee!
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | May 16, 2012 at 07:19 AM
OK, that makes more sense. Although, that plant is working it.
Posted by: Jennifer | May 16, 2012 at 07:22 AM
we had an arborist come and look at our huge box elder tree recently, we were concerned it might fall down more and hit a car or something....plus, it's only a freaking box elder. it was a volunteer also. I referred to it as an 'opportunist' to the arborist, he laughed, and said yeah, that's why it's pretty strong.
It lived through a crappy location, tons of abuse, and now spreads something like 60 feet. Basically, it's an ur-boxelder, and we'll probably never be able to kill it.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | May 16, 2012 at 08:03 AM
Move over, boxing Helena, boxing elder is here.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | May 16, 2012 at 08:20 AM
box elders are scrappy. My parents had a large one in their backyard FOR.EVER. Also an opportunist, but the only decently placed opportunist when they cleared the lot to build (it was part of an long, gone apple orchard). That thing lived through all sorts of abuse. I hope my columbine does not get as big as a box elder.
And, speaking of box elders, there must be one around the building where I have my painting class because not a class goes by that we don't find a few box elder bugs in the building... the ladies all freaking out! Maybe because they're elder... Heh!
Posted by: Jennifer | May 16, 2012 at 08:28 AM
OK... is the box elder a compound word or not?? Hmmm? I thought it was, but TypePad was all "No you don't, girl!" and I look it up and see both.
Posted by: Jennifer | May 16, 2012 at 08:29 AM
I wouldn't take TypePad's word for it.
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | May 16, 2012 at 11:26 AM
In true Wikipedia fashion, the entry uses both "box elder" and "boxelder." So I'm going with "box-elder."
Posted by: Brando | May 16, 2012 at 11:44 AM
When I saw "Columbine" I thought that this was going to be about that school shooting!
Perhaps if you got some angst ridden teenagers to go out and hang around the plant, it would die of its own free will. :)
Cute bunny!!!
((Hugs))
Laura
Posted by: Laura Chiaramida | May 16, 2012 at 12:11 PM
I've tried to dig the damn thing up to move it a couple of times... tried to kill it a few other times, but it's going nowhere.
The real question is, "How is the purslane?"
No plant is quite as opportunistic as purslane.
Posted by: B^4 | May 16, 2012 at 02:33 PM
I have never heard of a boxed elder, I would have liked to have boxed the ears of some of my elders and betters.
We have a frickin' Elder tree which WILL NOT DIE in the corner of our section. Does it suck up the water that gathers there? No. Did a branch fall on the neighbours glass house? Yes. Have we chainsawed it down to a stump? Yes. Is it back better and stronger than before? Yes!!!
Posted by: Another Kiwi | May 17, 2012 at 04:35 AM
If life gives you Elders, make FECKIN BUCKETLOADS of elderberry wine. Even if the stuff is undrinkable you can still use it to strip varnish off old furniture. Or so I hear from a friend.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | May 17, 2012 at 06:49 AM
FECKIN BUCKETLOADS of elderberry wine, you say?
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | May 17, 2012 at 07:20 AM
I was expecting a YouTube link...
Posted by: Jennifer | May 17, 2012 at 07:51 AM
mowed the lawn last night, and didn't give enough of a feck to rake. (seems like you can SEE the grass growing). and ten minutes after I finished, flocks of birds descended on our postage-stamp backyard to scavenge for nest-building materials.
Haven't seen the Fat Bunny in a few days though.
Although a squirrel fell off the bay window of the house and scared the bejabbers out of the cat. Feckin squirrels.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | May 17, 2012 at 09:12 AM
Although a squirrel fell off the bay window of the house
Probably drunk.
Posted by: herr doktor bimler | May 17, 2012 at 06:27 PM