The GOOD, the BAD, the UGLY...and Gertrude

When I took my "morning meandering" through my gardens this morning, I was struck with many of the same thoughts that strike me every morning (Where did all this trash come from? Look at all these weeds! That really needs to be painted! I'll straighten that birdhouse as soon as the babies fly off...). I have no idea how in the world Clint Eastwood entered into my head. But, from the thought of Clint Eastwood came another thought - "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly". (And, as I'm typing this, I'm thinking that just a few years ago, the thought of Clint Eastwood would have certainly conjured up other thoughts that will go unmentioned. At least, in writing and on this blog. *Sigh*.) Before I digress too far, first let's see the Good: I love irises, the colors purple and yellow and pink - not necessarily together or in that order. We already had a couple hundred iris plants, but I ended up with many more when my MIL died. Happily, most of them are in my three favorite colors. Next, the BAD: I can't count how many times we've had this Huskee repaired. It's been everything from the seat falling apart to the transmission. And, today, one of the belts keep popping off. Very dangerous, if you live on a hill as we do, as you could suddenly either go rolling uncontrollably down the hill backward - or forward - depending on which direction you're mowing. I think that this year will be the year for a John Deere. Finally, the UGLY: This isn't poison ivy but it spreads faster than poison ivy and the roots are so thick that it's basically impossible to pull out. If anyone has an idea as to how to get rid of this stuff, PLEASE let me know! It's trying to choke out my hostas!!!! Some might look at this old scarecrow and think that it, too, is ugly. Okay, so I agree - somewhat. I had it for several years before finally mounting it on the door of our smokehouse-shed. It's grown on me. Plus, the birds like to pick things from it for nest lining materials. It will probably hang on that door for a couple more years. Last, but not least - remember Gertrude? I saw her this morning and Prince Charming was not on her back! With or without the Prince, it appears that her demeanor hasn't changed. See what I mean? Have a great weekend and don't forget to leave a comment to be eligible for this month's giftaway!