Thursday, March 31, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
We are getting to know her and letting her get to know us, as well as Frodo the Wonder Yorkie, and the cats, Domino and Jinx. So far, so good.
Do you think the children like her?
Friday, March 25, 2011
Electrician: There. That. Did you hear it?
Electrician: It's coming from the breaker box. I think it's your air conditioner.
Me: Can you fix it?
Electrician: You need your heat and air people to look at it.
And this was last night's dessert, made from angel food dessert shells (store-bought) and home canned pears and pear honey. Yummy!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
As of today, the concrete is in place and will need several days to cure before more work can be done. Now, if I can just remember not to use that back door...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
"Recently dead, poor love, she thought. It's always easier to die gently, to wake in due time in the place you were buried, to come to terms with your death and to get acquainted with the other inhabitants."
The Graveyard Book was a recommendation from the Cousin-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named (pictured below with his mom). It's by the same author as Coraline, and is written for a "tween age" audience. It's a great story, although a bit intense for younger children, and is a good read for anyone over 12. Including me.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Saturday, March 19, 2011
This is a view of the back of the coop and their yard. See that hole in the back corner? I think they're trying to tunnel out.
We're not going to eat you, honest! Just lay some eggs!!
Friday, March 18, 2011
Here's three small azaleas (below) that have been added around my October Red maple tree. There's also a forsythia there now too. I've been wanting one for ages!
This flower bed (below) backs up to the woods, so I wanted something as a bridge between my yard and The Wild, so we went with big azaleas. The guy at the nursery says they'll get 7-8 feet high. I'll let you know.
And, to conclude today's tour, the heucheras are looking very healthy in their container on the front steps. (I know, they're covered with pollen. I'll rinse them off tomorrow. Maybe.)
Anything blooming at your place?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
This is Randal Spangler. He grew up in the heartland of America, exploring his family's attic and barn and enjoying fresh, homegrown vegetables. Those experiences, in a quintessential American hometown, shape his creative view. So much that something as fantastic as a dragon in a library can seem oddly familiar. A cat holding a cupcake? Naturally. A fairy having tea with a dragon? Of course!
Randal's art is at once elegant and playful, appealing to a sophisticated adult as well as an imaginative child. And he's a really nice guy, too.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Stay tuned! More artists tomorrow!
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Traffic was a bit slow today, but we talked to some very nice people, both customers and fellow vendors. We're hoping for a big day tomorrow; I'll keep you posted.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
However, daffodils hold another memory for me. My parents planted daffodils at my childhood home years ago and they took over the side fence area and bloom in masses this time of year. Just before my mother died, my father cut a bouquet of daffodils for her, since she was too weak to go out and see them. She died just as they were at their peak.
Only four years later, my father again cut a bouquet of daffodils to take to my aunt's cabin. They, along with another friend, were spending the day in the country, welcoming spring. Shortly after that day, my father too, passed away.
As I watch the daffodils start to bloom in my own flower bed, I hope that they will take over the side of my yard. They seem to have a history of that.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Also, the raccoon made another appearance Sunday night. We were all still up (so it was before 9 pm) and Frodo the Wonder Yorkie started barking. We looked out the front window and sure enough, he was back.
So we released Frodo. He dashed out, feet barely touching the ground and chased the aggravating little thief back into the woods. A minute or so later, Frodo came racing back up the porch steps, looking rather more relieved than triumphant. I must remember, he's a "Wonder" but he's still a "Yorkie".
Did I mention, it will officially be spring in three weeks?