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: I'm going to plant a chitalpa in my front yard -- it blooms 10 months of the year. Gardening friend Jill Langley warns that a chitalpa grows open and leggy, ("ragged" she called it) but that's okay by me because I'm putting iris, daffodils, and lilies under it and they need sun. I went to the nursery today to scope out Japanese maples for the Japanese garden outside my bedroom window and they didn't look so great--not nearly as nice as they were this spring. At the nursery they have them in a lath house with misters, even, and if I put one where I want it in my yard it will be on the hot seat in the western sun. I think I'm going with a brachychiton populenis. Okay, so it won't be an authentic Japanese garden, but this ain't Japan, after all. Does anyone here in California grow peonies? They are rated for my zone, but I don't recall ever seeing them in anyone's yard anywhere in the state, except for the one that Aunt Jeuney transplanted from her sheltered patio in Sunnyvale to my sheltered patio at Comanche Point and Rocky dug it up after its first bloom. So, I'm looking at 7 redwood trees, the chitalpa, the brachychiton, and four fruit trees, in the 15 gallon size at around $50 a pop. Accck, aaaack!

: Got up early today and went to band practice. The football game for tonight is changed to October 13, so I will be able to work in the yard when it cools down this afternoon. I guess I'm playing a little better, but need to graduate to a harder reed now. I made friends with the kid who is playing first. I'm playing second. Sabrina didn't show, and poor Debbie was all alone on tenor. We got our uniforms today and I took Tom's sax to the hospital (Armas Music) to see if they could overhaul it by Thursday night. I won't be able to practice before our public appearance then, but oh well, maybe I'll sound better once the loose felts and bent springs are fixed. They are supposed to call me if they can't get to it by Thursday so that I can come bail it out to use as is if it's not overhauled. Dr. Martinez accused me of playing an "almost" A major instead of B flat concert. Sheesh. I had it pushed in as far as it would go.


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