Posts Tagged ‘Swale’


Welcome to Tuesday’s RWBI

May 6, 2008

Hello All, do you have your glass of red wine?  It’s about 7:04 pm, I have less than an hour to savor my wine, eat some dinner, and blog a bit before Idol.    I’m still wearing my gardening clothes and just realized my sunglasses are perched atop my head…   I just came in from another full day of playin’ in the dirt.

I ‘ve opened a bottle of Castello di Roncade and I’m not at all embarrassed to say that the price tag says $4.29.     The year is 2006.   The website has a tab for a Bed & Breakfast and doesn’t that sound lovely?   I’m off to Italy, I’m staying at a charming little winery…   It looks just gorgeous.  I don’t read/speak Italian but it seems to be just north of Venice…     Gosh, who knew that my silly blunken drogging escapades could inspire international travel!

It’s not bad.   (the wine…)  I wish I had a nice KC strip and a baked potato with a side of steamed broccoli to go with this.    “Flaccid yet absurd.   ”  That’s what my Hub likes to say in a nasaly voice when trying to be pretentious.   (Get your mind out of the gutter.  Even tho this little quip is supposed to be humorous does NOT mean that you need to be thinking of limp dick.)

It’s not too dry, has no unpleasant after taste, it’s quite smooth, really.  (again, the wine…)   Well worth the money.

Last week, when I decided to create the acronym RWBI and then went on to really whack up the evening because I had the time wrong and so MISSED Idol and had to watch it on DVR  (thank goodness I do this),  I had something I thought was important to blog about and I believe I had grand ideas to yap about how much I love blogging and how fun it is and how cool it is that I can meet so many different people.   And yet, it’s easy to get carried away with it and abuse the concept.      Go find that post and the two that follow if you really want to.  I’m a little embarrassed to link to the evidence of my idiocy.   But NOT embarrassed to call attention to it, which really doesn’t make sense and hey – do you think the half glass I’ve consumed so far is having any effect yet?

You really should see the notes I took during last week’s American Idol show! Nah, maybe not.

So, for this week, I’m not sure what I feel must be posted.     Until… that is, I logged in and Moonbeam McQueen, one of my all-time awesomist fellow-word-makerupper FAVORITES (she has even told me that I can be on her cheerleading squad even though I can’t do cartwheels), asked me what a SWALE was.

Oh HOW FABULOUS!   Now I have a topic.

Off the track, have you ever been asked “what’s a topic?” by a five year old?    I mean, I was stumped.   I could give examples of topics but was hard pressed to figure out how to explain what the word TOPIC means.     This was after I told him I am a fountain of knowledge.  “What’s a fountain of knowledge?”    Which was after I explained to him that the few dandelion flowers we were picking would make a great bouquet for his mother.   “What’s a bouquet?”   


An elongated depression in the land surface that is at least seasonally wet, is usually heavily vegetated, and is normally without flowing water. …


A swale can be disguised as a dry creek providing interest to the landscape when dry, and acting to divert and direct water runoff after heavy rains.

Both found when I    googled  “Define Swale”.   My swale, the one between my house and the one with the question-asking kindergartner, is one of the latter.    We are only starting to get into any ‘heavy vegetation’;   today, we dug up the big rocks in our dirt around this part of the country and placed these on the sides of it for visual interest.

You should see the water that streams during heavy rains across the lawns of our subdivision which is a cul de sac going down hill.   The earthmoving boys who laid this place out were NOT landscape architects with emphasis in hydro-somethingorother.     When they first seeded the properties, the rain would wash all the topsoil and seed away.    It’s still tough to manage the water.

SO we built a ditch to try and divert the water to flow properly and not mess up the yards.   It’s been a challenge.

It has taken me to 7:45 pm to write and edit and typo correct this post and I still need put some food in my belly before Idol and me drinking any more of this yummy merlot.


ah crap!  it’s 7:50 pm, I need to turn on some lights cuz I can no longer see my keyboard, this post isn’t cooperating and I’m not sure my pic is gonna show up!    Hell, I’m hittin’ PUBLISH anyway.




May 6, 2008

I promised an updated pic of The Swale.    We added the rocks a few weeks ago and then just last weekend, added the mulch.   I have Lady’s Mantle growing all along which I will intersperse annuals and perennials so that in a few months/years time, it should look really colorful.    I do not join the debate between annuals and perennials;  I enjoy the planting so annuals that bloom for a long time are swell by me.   Most of my neighbors prefer to plant the perennials…    I plant both.

Yesterday afternoon, I volunteered to help beautify the patio at the nursing home.    All I did was show up and dig.   They wanted me to be ‘in charge’, they provided all the flowers – some which were too late to plant and not for this environment, but hey – and it was fun to ‘discuss’ with the ladies about how to divide the pink flowers and insist upon dividing the marigolds (ew – I dislike marigolds…) and I just tried to keep things moving and not fuel any disagreements!    They wanted me to be a flower expert and I am not.   I just do and like what I like.   I have no idea what I’m doing and if things bloom, hallelujah!    Keep ’em watered…   This porch is going to get a lot of sun.    Hope it all works out!    

Then I came home and decided not to mow the lawn which will now have to be done this afternoon.   In one of our troublesome areas, I ripped up 4 wheelbarrows of grass&weeds, added topsoil, planted a bunch of pachysandra ground cover and few viney things from one of the neighbors and added mulch.    It’s along the other end of the swale, closer to the house.



One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides.  ~W.E. Johns, The Passing Show

Unemployment is capitalism’s way of getting you to plant a garden.  ~Orson Scott Card
How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence.  ~Benjamin Disraeli