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Sweet Pea Song, my computer, is whining loudly. She's quite hot to the touch.

At least we're not in Death Valley right now. Weather experts say it's 130 Fahrenheit. Ouch!

In our neck of the woods, the temperature has inched up to 102 Fahrenheit. Seven degrees less than yesterday's high point. Hopefully, that's the highest it gets around here for the rest of the year. Tomorrow, the temperatures ought to start dipping  into the 90s and  stay that way for the rest of the week. Yippiee!

The heat has kept me indoors. So, I've been playing with new things. Embroidering (kinda), for one. I drew an elephant on what was once the bodice of Mama's dress and outlined it in green backstitches and regular stitches. This is my first piece since I was 9 or 10. I finally have the patience and attention span to keep on practicing hand and embroidery stitches. So I think.
Back in February, I bought a set of watercolor paints. On Saturday evening I started playing with them. Si…

Garden Art 2020

Zip, rip. Wrap. Zip, rip. Wrap.

"That looks like fun," said the Husband.

"Want to make one?"

See the yellow butterfly in the above photo mosaic. That's the Husband's creation.

I love it when the Husband plays artsy-crafty with me. Over the past few months, we transformed hangers and colored and patterned tape into four butterflies. The fourth butterfly was shy about getting its photo taken. We think it may be hiding near the back fence.

I thought it would be cool to hang butterflies around the backyard. I was done after making three. I still have a lot hangers. What to do with them? What to do?

A PLYWOOD BOARD
Who has made a desk by setting a solid piece of plywood (or door) over two file cabinets (or something like that)?

My canvas of a plywood board was once my desk top when the Husband and I lived in the big city area almost two decades ago. Pshew, wow. I wrote a whole bunch of good stuff on that desk. Before being my desk, the plywood board was the h…

The Morning After

Cheers to another year of celebrating the brave and bold actions of our country's founding fathers to sever ties with Great Britain!  Hope you all had a joyful and safe celebration.


Until the fireworks started, we had a pleasant Fourth of July. Surprisingly, all was quiet with an occasional vroom of motorcycles in the distance.  Because of the pandemic, thousands of bikers haven't descended on our small community this Fourth of July for the sometimes annual biker rally commemorating the day bikers went wild downtown in 1947.  The actual bar in which a biker drove through still thrives today. The 1950s movie "The Wild One" with Marlon Brando is loosely based on the incident.


Nightfall was a different story. It was a steady diet of  KAPOW, rat-a-tat-a-tat, pow-pow-pow, bang-bang-BANG, and long-whistle BOOM from 7:30 p.m. to nearly 12:30 a.m. I felt like we were on an island caught between two feuding factions.

I do not want to imagine what a war zone might so…

Summer Joy

Beep, beep. It's summer.

Be safe, Friends. Keep your humor.

Over to All Seasons I go. Come along, should you please. Beep, beep.


Digging It

I've been digging. Here a little dig. There a big dig. All over the yard, both front and back.

The last several days I've focused on finding shady spots for potted succulents in the backyard. Those parched guys looked so happy and relaxed after a few hours in the shade absorbing a long drink of water.  I've also been digging beds for the extra bean, tomato, and pepper seedlings that sprouted. I can't bring myself to throw them out.  They deserve a chance to produce fruit, too.

The Husband built a trellis for the beans to climb. Pretty cool, huh. Mama would've given him a giggle, grin, and an extra nod of well done.


This morning I dug the biggest bed for the tomato and pepper seedlings. Double dig, work in soil amendment, turn soil one more time, and let rest for tomorrow's planting. Daddy would've been proud, by golly, by gee that I paid attention to how he prepared the land for his vegetable garden. That's a story for another day.

Digging, shovels, ir…

Pop!

I was sitting in front of the computer about to start today's post when I heard it.

Pop!

Huh?

I looked over to the left where the sound came.


What do ya know?

A California poppy pod makes a sound when it opens.

Pop!

And, the seeds go all over the place.


Yesterday, I harvested a pocketful of poppy pods and left them all on a small oval plate on top of the radio.  The poppy pod that popped was not on the plate.  Did the pod jump off the plate as it opened? So it seems.

That's my story for today. Much more interesting than I was about to write.

Pop!

I wonder if that's how poppies got their name.

All Seasonsis where I'm heading now. The meme is hosted by Jesh at The Jesh Studio. Come join me if you like.