Trivia Time in Pudgeduck's World

With nothing much going on in my tiny garden, I thought I'd take a detour and write about something else for awhile. So, my next few posts will be much ado about nothing, which was my intent when starting my blog!

I just finished the second coat of purple paint on my 20+year old garden table and chair set. It was white, but it looked kind of dirty, so I decided to be bold. Now I need to get up the nerve to paint my block wall a terra cota color. I plan to make each section of the wall a different color. That's a common practice here in Arizona gardens. I think it's the Mexico influence in decorating that we have here. I have a view fence because of our lake lot, so I have to make sure it doesn't attract the attention of the HOA police.

I have had this pencil plant (some kind of Euphorbia) in this pot for over 10 years. It has been the same size for the past 6 years. I have never trimmed it. If I ever do, I have to be careful because the sap is poisonous and very irritating. It probably doesn't grow because the soil is depleted of nutrients. If I had the room to plant it in the ground, it would have grown to be over 20 feet tall by now, and possibly 10 feet wide or more.





I have as many frogs statues as I do turtles. I bought the big fat one on the right when I was in Indiana about 7 years ago. He was so cute, I just had to have him. I brought him home on the plane with me--wrestled him through security and then into the overhead baggage. A few months later I started seeing these same frogs at all the garden centers, and even Target had a few! After all the hassle I had lugged him 2500 miles, they showed up in my back yard!

Most of the rest of them are the same age and older. They are faded and beat up, but I can't throw them away. So, I will just keep piling them up.





This is what I see every day through my kitchen window. the thing never had a bird in its mouth, just a nest of wasps. I still smile each time I'm at my kitchen sink and looking out the window. Imagine though, at night-- when I see that open-mouthed thing staring at me through the dark. I sometimes have to catch my breath from being startled, until it dawns on me it's my bird feeder!