Between Two Pheasants...

For Valentine's Day, the Handyman and I agreed that we would  treat ourselves to a nice dinner (and a babysitter--thanks Gramma) and get roses that wouldn't die in 5 days. For a while now, I've wanted to plant rose bushes in the little strip of grass between the sidewalk and curb. Fun fact: this little space has a name, actually a bunch of names. According to Wikipedia, it's called a  road verge ,  besidewalk ,  boulevard ,  city grass ,  devil strip ,  government grass ,  hellstrip ,  island strip ,  nature strip ,  neutral ground , out lawn ,  parking strip ,  parkway ,  planting strip ,  road reserve ,  sidewalk buffer ,  tree belt ,  tree lawn ,  utility strip , or just a  verge. Our neighbor on the West, a certain well-known swim instructor, also has rose bushes and mulch in his hellstrip (heehee). Here's the before pic:

So, the meaning behind the name of this blog "Between Two Pheasants" came from the Funny or Die segment "Between Two Ferns." Well, I'm happy to report that we finally have our two ferns. I received two basic flack urns as a Mother's Day gift last year and finally got around to planting them.

At the beginning of March, we said goodbye to our furry child, Blaze the Wonder Dog. It was a sad time in our lives as so much was happening all around us. She was 14 1/2 and lived the most amazing life. She loved playing frisbee, "herding" us, chasing the cat out of the yard, giving an infinite number of kisses, sleeping on the bed, and spending time lying at our feet. We've had a dog for so long that I forgot what it felt like to come home to an empty house--no one to greet you at the door. Even after nearly three months, her absence is still felt. We loved her so.