I was just visiting with my brother this past week. He mentioned the show “American Pickers”, which I thought was maybe something about guitar and banjo players. I mean, that’s what the name sounds like, right?
Wrong. Evidently, the show is about people who find treasures in junk shops.
Ahhhhh!! A show after my own heart! Continue reading “What’s in a name?”
I’m smiling as I write this watching a hummingbird perched on one of the feeders taking his sweet fill. They fascinate me, and since I’m not an Audubon, I’m dependent on the research and experience of others how to attract these little guys.
Originally, I had spent a few dollars on the store-bought red stuff to put in the feeders. That can rack up some funds over time—do you know how much these hummers eat?! Continue reading “That elusive hummer”
I love that title movie based on the play by Oscar Wilde. It’s a screwball comedy about mixed up identities and a starry-eyed young heroine who finally figures out who’s who. And she’s quite earnest about figuring out who Ernest really is.
If you haven’t seen it, do. Good fun.
But the point is well taken, the importance of proper identity, that is. The age old, “who am I really” with the corollary, “what’s actually going on here?” Continue reading “The Importance of Being Ernest”
Just got in about 1AM Monday morning from our grandparenting trip to beautiful Sweden, and my eyes have been feeling the seven-hour time difference. Our number two granddaughter has been referred to by her parents as “half cowboy” (our daughter being American) and “half Viking” (our son-in-law being Swedish). No problem—we bought the pappa an authentic cowboy hat a few years back and the momma is getting used to finding rune-stones sticking up out of nowhere in the fields. Continue reading “Still checking the sign”
We have a break in the heat and humidity from the late summer weather here in southern MO. That means this morning the AC is off and the fresh early morning air is coming in through the open windows. Then I have also gone through my typical routine: dog out—check, oatmeal in the microwave—check, hot tea made—check. You know, all the things you kinda do on auto pilot.
Another one for me is: open the computer to email, not to check my email, but just in case daughter #3 calls in from Sweden. #1 lives in California (two time zones away) and #2 lives in New York (one time zone away), and naturally I love talking with them just as much too. But the baby of the family had to move SEVEN (count ‘em, 7!) time zones away, so communication is a little more challenging if you want some face time. Continue reading “Just part of the routine”
As I write this, it is almost 5AM and I’ve been up since 3:45AM. It’s called jet lag. I’m wide awake, made more permanent by the nice black tea I bought while in Sweden (seven time zones away), and might as well start my day while my brain and body make the adjustments. My “to-go” list is as follows:
- Bug spray
- Rake the grass
- Fix the carrier
- Thank you note to ____
And I won’t bother to write the rest. (I did get the yard mowed yesterday, as it was looking more in need of brush-hogging after being gone for two weeks.) Continue reading “Check marks”
It’s August, and we’ve finally gotten a little rain. My lack of gardening prowess is showing of late. Part of it is not my fault—the flowers look considerably scorched because I’ve reserved most of the watering for the edibles.
Unfortunately, even the tomatoes and cukes are having a tough time, which IS my fault.
Composting, planting, weeding—I’ve definitely increased my skill set over the years. Pruning, however…not so much:
Problematic on a few different levels, right? Continue reading “Just another part of a healthy garden”