I chopped down the ornamental banana tree by our front door today, as we are in for a cold spell, I put a tarp over the root and a bunch of banana leaves, grass clippings, and beauty bark over that.
That was such an ordeal, I left the other two alone for now, to fend for their own selves. They sure look sad this time of year. I think they are Musa Basjoo, and I get conflicting information on how to help them survive the winter. This is our first winter at this house, and the lady across the street says that the former owner never did anything at all to those plants. When we moved in it looked like the set of “Gilligan’s Island” out there.
This is a cross section of a banana tree trunk. It looks kinda like an onion from a poorly run hamburger stand. I think the black stripe is from my brushwhacker blade. Probably all the rain we have been getting caused it to be all slimy and nasty looking.
I was clearing some sticker bushes in the way back of our property, and dug up this HUGE shovel head. It must have been for moving… coal? sand? gravel? I don’t know… It would take a bigger man than me to use a shovel like that. Maybe it had something to do with the Green Giant. That dude gave me awful nightmares when I was little.
Drive around behind Mount Rushmore, it’s a handy navigational aid. But why are they naked?
I found this at a garage sale yesterday, and put it in with the pile of other crap Teresa was toting. I wonder if the outfit that made this did other hilariously tacky plates? Collect them all!
There’s a lot going on in this Dodge City postcard. At first I thought the guy in the street outside the cigar store had slipped in some horse poop, but apparently the Man in the Yellow Hat has given him lead poisoning. Curious George would be appalled by TMITY’s dark side.
The guy in the yellow shirt at the bottom right, had a WANTED flyer for some dude, and as luck would have it that dude just came up behind him. But the look on his face! Keep your cool man! This old west reenactment show was all very entertaining… Until I saw they hung a guy from a tree on the hill! At the rate people are being shot or hung, pretty soon it will be a ghost town.
Here’s a postcard from the sleepy little town of Oil City, Pennsylvania – but wait! In the lower right, you can clearly see three ex-convicts in drag preparing to rob the post office- doesn’t seem like that would be a lucrative target, but what do I know; the only thing I have stolen is my wife’s heart. The sender wrote, among other things;
“…Am working hard this summer. No joking, I am working 10 hrs. a day and most of the time with a pick and a shovel at that. It certainly does me good.”
He’s a better man than me, I would be whining like a loose fan belt if I had to use a pick and shovel for 10 yours, in the hot Pennsylvania August sun.
We haven’t been to the beach yet this summer, my mother psyched me out too much when I was a kid, she was so concerned the undertow would drag me out to sea while she was sneaking a Kool behind the restrooms. This is why we joined the Y, nice 4 1/2 foot deep pool, no fish or crabs, no sunburn, and you don’t track sand into the car. I think Elmer would prefer it.