Thursday, February 16, 2017

Flowers Now and To Come


This week has been one of delight when it comes to flowers.

One of the Mama's orchids has a blossom. I only noticed the flower over the past weekend. I truly was going la, la, la when I've been watering the orchid pots. Oh well, makes for a nice surprise. Aren't the orchid's colors gorgeous? The Husband's bicycle has almost the same color of green.  

Sigh. I miss pedaling around on Tilda-Hilda, my sweet pink cruiser.


The ornamental pear tree is in full bloom. This is the second year that the tree's branches are in synch with their flowers. Until last year, it could've been October, December, March, June, or whenever a branch felt like showing off its blooms. I'm happy with whatever it wants to do.


On Valentine's Day, I sowed a large packet full of seeds that when in bloom will attract butterflies and hummingbirds. I threw the seeds in that old drawer (in the photo) and in that space in front of it. I put branches and twigs on top of the ground to keep birds and cats out. A trick I learned from the Mama.

So, if all goes well, 26 days from now, the drawer and ground will be crowded with asters, black-eyed Susans, milkweed, California poppies, echinacea, scarlet sage, wallflower, and a few other flowers.  Knock on wood.


F is the featured letter on ABC Wednesday this week. The meme lets participants link up for several days after Wednesday. Thank you very much, ABCW team.  Click here to go to the ABCW site.


Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Exquisiteness.


With all the current churning of evilness in our country's leadership, we need to take time every day to look for the wonder, the beauty, the eloquence, and the love in our lives and our environment.

Call me simple, if you like. Doesn't matter. I have faith that we shall get positiveness, common sense, and humanity back in power again.

It's the letter E at ABC Wednesday. To check out ABCW posts from bloggers around the world, please click here. Thanks ABCW Team!


Monday, February 6, 2017

Snoring Molly the Cat


"Hey, Lady," said Molly the Cat, "Be still, please."

Our Molly has a new morning pattern. She likes to sleep on my legs while I eat my breakfast as I read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. She seems to like my choice. She rubs her face on the book before she settles into her sleepy pose.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Jumping the Ditch


It's the letter D at ABC Wednesday. My share is a post that I originally published on April 11, 2014. To check out ABCW posts from bloggers around the world, please click here. Thanks ABCW Team!


Because I was born 10 days after the cut-off date for first graders, I was sent home on the third day of school. Fine. The Mama had her hands full caring for Baby Sister and figuring out the new house that we had moved into about a week before school started. That meant I got to go with the Daddy for part of the day. Great!
 

The Daddy irrigated the rows upon rows of crops on the valley floor. During his morning break, the Daddy came home to fetch me. I'd get in the car with my Golden Books, coloring books, and crayons and down the hill we would go. While the Daddy worked, I entertained myself with my books and when that became tiring, I'd wander and explore, but never too far from the car and always where the Daddy could see me. We'd go home for lunch and sometimes I'd get to go back with the Daddy.
 

A ditch stood between the fields and the car. It also separated me from the Daddy. Without help, I could not get over the ditch, especially when it was filled with water. One day, I decided to get over the ditch. Yup, that day it was full of water.
 

I jumped.  Wheeee! I landed safely on the other side.
 

I turned around and jumped back. Then I jumped again. Back and forth I went.
 
Splash!
 

Before I knew what happened, the Daddy pulled me out of the ditch. I was not hurt.
 

"Your mom is going to be mad," the Daddy said in his quiet voice.
 

I looked down at myself all wet and muddy. Oh-oh.
 

From that day on, until we moved again, I stayed home with the Mama and the Baby Sister. 

Monday, January 30, 2017

Moving a Bookcase in Six Steps


It's chaos.

I'm not talking about what's going on in our country. My chaos is personal and oh so mundane, but real: The chaos I create when I want to move one thing. Just one lousy thing. Doesn't matter what it is, a lamp, a table, a bookcase, or a box of research. To move one thing requires moving a lot of other stuff—before, during, and after moving that one thing.

This morning I wanted to move a short, almost empty bookcase from its temporary spot against the wall to a permanent place alongside my desk. A matter of three feet, if that.

Step One: Move the bookcase and various piles of paper files, books, and boxes from beneath my desk and the other side of it to whatever surface is available and not in the path of moving objects.

Step Two: Remove the floor lamp from the side of the desk to wherever it's not in the way.

Step Three: Nudge little by little the desk (a sturdy pine kitchen table, so somewhat nudgable) more towards the wall.

Step Four: Remove the odd-size boxes from where the bookcase shall go.

Step Five: Take the bulletin board off the wall from behind the door.

Intermission:  Oh-Oh. The Husband and I won't be able to close and open the office door if I place the bookcase against the side of the desk. So I try other configurations. No. No. And, No. Sigh.

Step Six: Decide that we don't need to close the office door, and put the bookcase where I originally wanted it.

Done!

Seconds later, the Husband peeked into the office.

"Oh, you moved the bookcase," said the Husband. "That's good. Will we be able to open the door?"

"I think your little table will fit perfectly here," I said, nodding at the empty space where once temporarily stood the bookcase.

"Sure," said the Husband, but not with that much enthusiasm. "Do you want me to move it now?"

"When you have the chance today."

"I can do it now."

Meoooow. Molly the Cat sniffed her way into the office. The girl hasn't bounced her way up the stairs before breakfast in weeks. Curious to all the noise and chatter of the humans, she was.

The Husband cleared stuff from the little table, lifted it from the top of the file cabinet, and carried it to its new space in the office. Yes, it definitely looked perfect there.

"Anything else?" asked the Husband.

"Maybe after breakfast," I answered, thinking about a dresser that I want moved downstairs. Sigh.

The Husband glanced at the door now kept open by the bookcase. "Will we ever need to close the door?. . . I guess not."


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