The kids wanted to experiment in the kitchen tonight. My daughter came up with yogurt/fruit juice ice cubes and my son invented cinnamon-spiced Rice Crispy cereal. Have to do this more. One memory. One love. Have to do what you should.
In a town this size, there are way too many garden centers to choose from. The groceries and hardware stores have temporary ones, not to mention the Wal-marts nor the greenhouses that are only open half the year. I’ve been getting to know them all, watching the sale fliers and trying to concentrate amidst their storm of color.
The greenhouses have the most unusual stock. Wal-mart may have petunias, but the greenhouse on the way to work had one called “Petunia Dreams” in – what they called – a burgundy but that really looks more like a dark rich pink. The indentation between petals is quite deep, giving the flower a star like quality that it’s color completes by drawing you into infinity. And on the sale day it was still $.99 for the 4 pack.
Perennials are my first love, it’s true. I always rather put my heart and energy into a plant that will reemerge from it’s winter sleep and surprise me with a fresh spring greeting. But we hope to be buying our own home in the near future and not knowing if I will be able to dig up my friends if we move in the middle of February means that annuals are the order of the season. I am trying nasturtiums, the dwarf non climbing variety, along with my usual zinnias, adding lobelias into my petunias and for the kids have a cherry tomato and an ever bearing strawberry in pots. My hope was to find another veggie that will grow nicely in pots. The tomato is for my daughter, and I wanted one for my son but he doesn’t like bell pepper and I was too chicken to put cucumber in a container. Anyone with experience?
My one exception to the perennial rule came in a packet for $1.79 and is called a Pois de Senteur. Is the French romantic?! It translates into Pea Everlasting and according to the packet is an “easily cultivated, hardy herbaceous perennial very much like the annual sweet pea.” My hope is that it will grow up the little left wall next to my porch and be proliferous, wild and green. Fragrant would be nice too.
I have lots of pictures to go with this post but have been fighting with plugins all morning and have, at present, given up. I feel quite gimped and helpless. I find I can do SO much on my own and then I hit a wall of understanding that I simply can’t climb and have to wait until hubby comes home. So, I’m taking myself and my book back to the couch, thankful for the rain outside which is watering and rooting my little green friends.
Welcome dear friends. Isn’t this new template fabulous?!
I am so very excited about what I will learn, what I will write and what BC will become here in its new home. I’m sure many a day will go by and something or everything here will be broken, but the pain then is ever part of the happiness of now. There will also be many a day when the state of being of this page will bring me endless joy, as it is today.
It’s no different than other parts of my life. And everything else is my life has been amazingly reborn, so it is only fitting that so too should my blog be. For here, I talk and you endure and we share.
It’s a new day. Walk with me.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.My wrist has gotten noticeably tired from having to scroll down the lengthy posts I’ve thrown up lately. Here’s a short one for you, and for me. (That comma doesn’t belong there but it sure does feel nice. It’s for you, if you know who you are.)
Our library has a modern electronic check-out system. All the books have bar codes, and they go through a scanner. Fines aren’t ever accidentally lost though the girl behind the counter might accidentally round down the number if it’s inconvenient against the amount of change in your coin purse. What pops out of the printer is the exact opposite of a grocery receipt. Light instead of heavy, an investment rather than a worry, recorded proof that I – in this case – am passing on my loves, my gifts, myself with my children.
A bill is always just a bill somehow. A library ticker tape stretches on into the imagination forever. One day when I was doing the opposite of self-care and willingly beating myself up for not involving the kids in enough activities, it came upon me that our library outings are just as relevant, important, enriching and stimulating as karate, violin or gymnastics would be. There will be time. There is a time for everything. But for now, we rejoice in miles of library tickets and the worlds that they allow us to visit.
“ @SimcoeNorth snap a shot of them when you get a chance. :) in reply to SimcoeNorth 22 hrs ago
cecilia: "just omit the meat from your bean meals, like meatless chilli and spaghetti. we love lentils here, lentil soup, lentil curry over rice… I’ll put some more thought into this." (read)
Kalanna: "Amazing, eh?! I’m going to have to read up on what to do with them next. hehe But it is lovely to have a bouquet of lavender on my kitchen table in late November. They kept blooming!" (read)
Holli
