A brief run through the HB garden

I haven’t shot much in the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden lately. And I probably won’t do so for the near future at least. But yesterday I took a dog over to visit with his best friend, Lori, and that gave me an unexpected opportunity to spend a few minutes in the garden.  

Shaggy stops by

Shaggy’s Mom brought him with her to HB yesterday. She was feeding the kennel dogs in the morning and didn’t to leave him home due to some construction happening at their house. I was grateful to be able to spend a little time. He was lying in a yard when I arrived so I lay down next to him and stroked his beautiful coat. I had forgotten how he starts to “purr” when you do that. Shaggy stayed with me for a couple months while undergoing treatment for heartworm. They can’t run or play during this time because the worms…

Mostly roses

The Homeward Bound Gardeners have blessed us with some beautiful roses to admire. The Memorial Garden looks wonderful and remains an oasis of peace and tranquility for volunteers and dogs alike. I don’t do much at all in the garden anymore so I’m not always up on the latest developments. I recently noticed the abundance of aster in our midst. It’s wonderful. There is one item that is a little concerning though. I don’t know for sure if I was supposed to see this. I’m all for experimentation and new ideas and such. But I’m wondering if grafting milkweed on…

Old things

I’ve always loved old things. I have my grandmother’s cast iron dutch oven that’s at least a hundred years old. My grandmother once let me keep an arrowhead I found on her property. It seemed ancient and wondrous to me. Sadly, it didn’t take long for me to drop it and watch, horrified, as it split into two or three pieces. I was inconsolable. I distinctly recall the day I discovered a row of old books in the graduate library at university. One day I was walking down an aisle looking for a new carrel to claim — someone had…