My Way of Living [01/28/17] 

  • In case you need a little more incentive

    Just to prompt you to get out and acquire your own amaryllis. And because mine is more fully opened now, I wanted to share these photos with you. Buy one in a pot, that is tightly budded, you will be enjoying the blooms in a week or so. If you are lucky, it may even repeat the performance, with another bud forming. …

  • If at first you don't succeed… buy another

    There's a interesting thing about Amaryllis accidents, remember what happened to my other beauty? I moved it to a shelf in preparation to photograph it, and it toppled. Top heavy, tipsy, topsy turvey. What ever you want to call it, down it went, and it's smelly water went with it.That was one relationship that went into the garbag…

  • A real Bambi moment

    It’s a rare coincidence here, and whatever weather conditions that it takes to cover everything in hoar frost happened. “Oh my!” And miraculously I wasn’t working that day. Double “Oh My!” I truly think it was a once in a life time experience. Very cold, very dry, and very stunningly wonderful. And it almost never happens here, an…

  • My beloved plants, will you still love me if you are withering away in the sun?

    I am finding out that many of the plants that I easily grew on my deck in pots, won’t flourish in the ground here, and I must ask each plant, will you still love me if you are withering away in the sun. I must decide before spring if I am bringing them up here, with over 150 plants safely tucked away in a friends garden, this is a…

  • When too many of those DUH! moments happen to you

    We all do it, have aDUH! moment, a split second that we are not monitoring our own well being and end up doing something that we would not normally do… Like misplacing our wallets the car keys, or even forgetting where we parked the car in the supermarket lot. Maybe it’s taking one medication and forgetting the other one. Or not r…

  • On a Wednesday — January thaws

    My world on a Wednesday a gathering of scattered fragments, and moments bundled together into a small fraction of the day when life doesn't intrude. It's the microwaves turn to hum. Keeping time. With the drips from the roof. Handle spinning around like a carousal, the frothy milk threatens to bubble over the glass container. Home…