Experimenting with Roman numerals , day X

according to the garden gurus , July is a good time to divide the iris's , and since it is now August , i guess it's probably too late .


But my irises are a bit overgrown , that is to say they are spreading out in ways i don't appreciate , which is to admit that to tell the truth , i don't really think much of my irises and i think "forget dividing the irises" ; maybe perhaps I'll just rip them out and be done with it .




Have you got any of these irises ? Ripping them out is not as easy as it sounds ... but it is easier then changing the air filter in a late model vehicle .


so here i went tonite ripping and digging and moving rocks out of the way and ripping and digging and etcetera with the ripping and such and i imagine i didn't get it all and I'll probably be seeing some more irises next year ... but that is OK .


next i looked over to the weeping mulberry and William Shakespeare's head peeped out at me and said "What ho !" I gotta tell you , that tree could hide a multitude of dead playwrights . It is a young tree , but really getting a head on its shoulders . No kidding , it's going to town !

I thought it might be nice if i could see its trunk and maybe some of plants over its roots ... so i started to give it a little haircut , and so the story unfolds :

'clip clip clip' , that's the pruner .

'hey , this is one long branch' : me .

'hi-O , Tom ; that's a ten four but not your buddy-fuddy-wuddy' : that was a little man that lives in my garden and he sings , mostly when it is raining , and he plants weeds in places that are hard to get at .

'oh , hi , little man , i haven't seen you at all this summer ., only your weeds ; what other mischief have you been up to ?'

'ha ha , you say that like it's a common misconception that i am from planet eleven , Willameena Rubby Rubby , caught your cold ! I put a weed behind that big bush !'

'You devil ! that bush in the corner ? Do you know how hard it will be to get back there and pick that weed ?'

'Emmee weenie ! One hot dog for my post bunny...funny . Fresh ! And it's a thistle , too , you whamalammathingammer ! Buddy buddy , who got ya muddy !???'

'Why a thistle ?' i hate thistle. 'You know I'm going to have to spray that ... those things are hell on wheels ... ' , of course they are spreading constantly from the neighbor's yards .

'looney , ka-floony , watch out my mama-wamma has a waffle and she's not afraid to use it , loose it : sick 'em fido -- hey , get a goat !'

'Thanks for the advice .' sure , all i need is a goat that will eat my garden , and probably leave the thistle .

then it started to sprinkle a little , which isn't all bad , because the lawn is turning brown . Of course , it wasn't good either , as the little man only knows one song and that's 'Tiny Bubbles' by Don Ho . http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=_MXgc8wzfC4&feature=related

Shakespeare tries to stuff mulberry leaves into his ears , but it's hard to do with no hands , and he says , "egads , methinks the imp doth protest too much !"