Fido and me

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Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Remembering Things Past and Things to Come

Petunias and snap dragons

Cone flowers and allium


Allium


Maple tree in my back yard

Am I part of a minority group - people who love the Christmas season?  Everyone I've talked to recently is glad that Christmas is over.  Unlike them, I have the after-Christmas blues.  

I wrote about my melancholy to a friend who was glum during the Christmas holidays.  She, who is feeling much better now that it is January, sent back a thought that led to this blog post.  I shall quote her e-mailed words exactly.  "Cheer up, my dear kathy; after all, Christmas is not far away. A bit of patience and in less than 11 month's time it is going to be Christmas time again and in the meantime you'll have your birthday, spring surprises in the gardens and nature, sunny days of  summer, autumn harvest time and beautiful colours!  What more do you want?"  She added, "forgive me, I am teasing you!!!"

After I looked back at some 2011 photos showing the lovely colors of an early autumn day, I acknowledge the rightness of her words.  What more do I want?




Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Joys of early morning


Ask anyone who knows me.  I am not a morning person.  But the weather is hot this week and getting out for a walk is only possible, for a cool weather lover like me, in the early morning or after sunset.  This morning I awoke at 7 a.m. which is almost like the middle of the night for me.  I was fuzzy-minded but not sleepy (these are two different things, as night persons know).  I went for a walk while there was still shade and the temperature was pleasant.

Even in the sun, I was mostly comfortable; and the mosquitos were not as thick as they have been at night.  I finished some deadheading of my flowers; the ones that I missed yesterday evening as the mosquitos mounted their attacks.  

As I walked toward my coneflowers, I was gifted with the sight of a monarch butterfly having his breakfast.  Oh for a camera!  I went inside to get one and lovely butterfly cooperated.  He heard more camera snaps than George Clooney!  And in my opinion he was just as photogenic.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Dove Candy Wrapper


Before I went to bed last night, I gave into temptation and ate two pieces of Dove dark chocolate. Each wrapper had a written thought inside. I gobbled the candy and went off to bed, leaving the wrappers crushed on my cupboard top. This morning I read them with appreciation - each thought was well worth saving:

"Dance to music, even if it is only in your head." What a happy idea!

"All things work together in the tapestry of life." And where better than in a flower bed!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Rainy Days Can Be Very Special - If We Make the Effort


It was raining hard this morning and the temperature at 8 a.m. was 40 degrees.  Even though I was glad of the rain, my spirits weren't very high.  I had an appointment for acupuncture and massage.  High time because my back had hurt on and off during the night.  But it was so wet - ugh!

I was eating my usual waffle with peanut butter when the phone rang.  Karissa, the massage therapist, sounded so sick that I knew she would have to cancel that part of my appointment.  John, the acupuncturist, was not his usual exuberant self either.  I left the office with a still aching back and a full bladder.

Next was grocery shopping, diving from my car through the rain and into Sentry, my mind mostly on making a pit stop in the rest rooms at the back of the store before commencing the trip down the store aisles.  As I was drying my hands, feeling relieved, two tykes, a boy and a girl,  pushed through the door, just missing me.  Their mother came after them, trying to get them to calm down, but not too successfully.

That's when it hit me (not the door - the idea).  How long has it been since I took such joy in the everyday things of life - like  a restroom with its multiple doors and the toilet flush handles that make water rush much faster than at home.  Simple happiness.  Wouldn't it be great to see the world again through those young eyes, when everything is an adventure.

I figured it was a message from the Holy Spirit who I was focusing on this week in my prayers.  I started trying to look with wonder at all the good things that were there lining the shelves.   I smiled at people and most smiled back.  I sincerely thanked the man ahead of me in the checkout line when he put a divider down so I could take my grocery choices from the shopping cart.  When the checker forgot to deduct the 5 cents for bringing my cloth bag, I told her not to worry.  I bring a cloth bag because I think its a good idea, not because I want a discount.  That brought a smile to her face even as she apologized.  At one time she had been a flight attendant on international flights, and she was remembering carrying items home in a pouch formed by the bottom of her T-shirt because she couldn't "beg, borrow, or steal a bag" in most foreign countries.  I had the same memories.  "Been there, done that," We both laughed.


On the way home I noticed how green everything was and that my lilac bush is almost ready to burst into copious bloom.  I smelled the rain-clean air and didn't even grumble because my newspaper was sticking out of the box and was wet.  I wish I had remembered to splash in a puddle on the way to get it.

How grateful I am for all the gifts I saw today because of two little kids who were bursting with new life, just like everything around me.  May showers bring June flowers and how necessary they are!  

Life is an adventure - when we take notice!





Saturday, April 24, 2010

Tulips and imitation

This is one of my tulips.  It has decided to imitate both a yellow tulip with red streaks and a white tulip with red streaks.

It is a bit like me - it is unable to resist taking on a bit of other's coloration.Whenever I hear someone with a charming accent that varies from my Wisconsin-style American way of speaking, I start to imitate.

An example:On Saturday I woke to humorist Michael Feldman's Show, "Whad 'Ya Know." on Wisconsin public radio.  He was talking to a witty, down-to-earth woman author with a wonderful North Carolina  accent.  Lee Smith, the author in question, is a born story teller.  In talking about her latest book, "Mrs. Darcy and the Blue-eyed Stranger," she charmed me both with her humor and her accent.

I told a good friend about the book and the radio program and automatically began to imitate the accent.  I know that if I listened to Ms Smith for a few days, I would be talking with her lilting cadence and adding extra syllables to my words - in southern fashion.  It isn't unique to me - this need for exactitude in repeating a story.  After my sister Marilyn, age 8 or 9, spent a few days visiting her cousin Georgene, she sounded just like her.  Our mother wasn't amused, "Talk like yourself, not like Georgene," she said.  She wanted her regular daughter back, not a recording of her sister Laura's child.

Where does this need to imitate originate?  Our maternal grandmother, Mary Boehm Probst, "listened-in" on the multifamily telephone line that was the typical mode of country phone service of the 1920s and 30s.  It was her entertainment before the time of multichannel television.  After a call, she would repeat what she had heard, accurately imitating the voices of any two speakers.  Mom said she was a natural mimic.

Yes, it's genetic for our Boehm clan line to imitate - just as it is for my cross-colored tulip.

Yellow tulip


White tulip