Friday, December 15, 2017

Young Banana Blossom


This morning I came across a banana blossom, the first one since the garden came under my supervision. The blossom is still young. Proof of climate change?

Doesn't the blossom look like a goat's head to you? Baaaaa.


Thursday, December 14, 2017

Coffee Press Plunger Chimes


French presses don't last long in our household. It used to be we could go a couple of years before the glass container breaks. In recent years, nope. Three months, if we're lucky. Each time one breaks, we go back to using our makeshift coffee system—a 32-ounce glass measuring cup and a leftover plastic funnel from a legitimate coffee dripper that got broke who knows when.

I can't bring myself to throw the coffee press plunger right away because I never know when it may come in handy. The problem is I put it away and forget where. It's not uncommon to reach deep into a kitchen shelf or open a box marked Kitchen Stuff, voila! there's a coffee press plunger.

Last month I finally did something with a coffee press plunger. It so happened that I came across a  bunch of metal tubes that were once-upon-a-time chimes at the same time that I spied a coffee press plunger. Yup. The coffee press plunger chimes make a pretty sound hanging from the apple tree outside the back door.   

Ding. Ding. Ding-ding, Ding. . .


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Molly the Cat's ABC Wednesday Movie for the Letter W


Today's movie was the first feature film ever shot in Saudi Arabia and directed by a Saudi woman. Purrrrrrrr-ty cool. It's an honest story about a young girl wanting things that she can't have because she is a girl. But, that doesn't stop her.

The Missus Lady says she knows what that was like. She says the Mama knew it, too, and even more. The Mama loved to climb trees when she was a kid. One day, when she was 12 years old, an older brother found her climbing up a coconut tree. When she came down, her brother beat her up, saying "Shame on you! You are too old to climb trees."  Mewr. She never said if she ever stopped.

Wadjda  (2012)
Setting: Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Wadjda is a 10 year-old girl who lives with her mother in the suburbs. Her father lives there part-time it seems and now that Wadjda's mother can no longer bear children, he is thinking of taking a second wife.  Will he? If he does, what will happen to Wadjda and her mother?

Wadjda is not afraid to be conventional. She wears high-tops, while her classmates wear normal looking shoes, under their long cloaks, for example. It's not until she falls in love with a bicycle for sale at the corner store does Wajda decide to do something more in the ordinary. She enters a recitation contest of the Quran to win the prize that would be enough money to buy that bike. Will Wadjda win? He mother doesn't like or want Wadjda to ride a bicycle because it's unladylike. So, if Wadjda wins, how can she get her mom to agree to let her buy the bike? And, who will teach Wadjda how to ride a bike?





A note from Su-sieee! Mac: The letter W is the theme for this week's ABC Wednesday. Click here to check out what bloggers from around the world have written with the letter.  Thank you, ABCW team!

Feeling Free at Sixty-Four!


Yesterday I celebrated my first day of being 64 years old.

How did that happen?

My body knows I'm old. Probably my brain does, too. I'm guessing all old people say that since I have no guidebook for getting older.

Spiritually, I'm that five-year-old wandering in the fields surrounded by tall grass, wildflowers, butterflies, and sun bubbles.

I'm also that young thing uncovering worlds and possibilities.

I feel, again, a freedom to dream, to discover, and to do!




Tuesday, December 12, 2017

An Heirloom Wheelbarrow


This rusty green wheelbarrow has been in the family for at least 54 years. It was one of the first garden equipment the Daddy bought for our new home way back when. We have used it to make cement, to carry bales of hay, and to move dirt, wood, and whatever from one side of the house to the other.

Today it sings a loud, squeeky-squeek when rolled so we prefer to use a hand truck.

I love its rustiness.

Sharing with Our World Tuesday today.  Click here to check out the longtime meme.