Alphabet Soup

Looking into the soft green eyes of my cat as she sprawls out on the sheets of my unmade bed, I tell her “I’m going to sit down, open this one serving fits all container of Musselman’s original apple sauce, and slowly savor it with an ice tea spoon placing little dollops of goodness into my mouth while we figure out what we shall do to unbore our day.”

 

She yawns and proceeds to start her daily grooming routine, sticking tongue to butthole.  

I wait, and as I wait, she proceeds to work her way up to the tippy top of her little head; then stretching slowly with a big fat yawn, jumps off the bed and leaves the room.

Okaaay... 

My physical therapist suggested my support group of family and friends would come in handy, but as I'm ancient, my support group consist of only Ms. Charlotte and Mr. Austin, my two middle ager felines; and we all see how well this morning's talk went with Ms. Charlotte.  So, I'll tuck in my butt, suck in my gut, and just get along with my life, leaving Mr. Austin to rest in peace.

Does anyone handle clostrophobia by walking around empty headed?  I've been having a slight problem, though, of walking to the bedroom to pick up two pill bottles, turning around without them and winding back up in the living room, only to turn around again heading for the bedroom to pick up two pill bottles.  Turns out being a zombie isn't all it's made out to be.

Dragging a front wheeled walker around isn't a piece of cake either.  Like a sheep led to the slaughter, I blindly followed Vic down the hallway to have bloodwork done.  Half hour later we reached the end of the hallway, me?, would I lie to you?  Okay, maybe ten minutes later I heard "ooops!, wrong way."  Around we two turned, and as I dragged that inferno walker back the way I came, slower, and slower, and slower; I think the word kill was forming in my noggin.

My home is very small.  My walker reminds me everyday just how very small it really is.  It refuses to enter the bathroom, so Vic turns the wheels inward.  When I go out of the house, he turns the wheels outward, and when I return, then inward once more.  He's become the Inward Outward Adjuster receiving zero pay for his good work.

I just heard on the news that our drought is finally over.  That's like telling SpongeBob SquarePants that the drought in his underwater city of Bikini Bottom is officially over today.

The garden this April is quite a tease; a handful of flowers here, one or two there, and elsewhere nothing at all.  I could hug you to death, Mother Nature, but instead I'll continue to enjoy your gifts of hundreds of Cleaver plants each year.    

Their velcroes leaves are full of warm prickly hugs, with sweet tiny white blossoms hidden in plain sight while going to seed, covertly covering one with a gazillion tiny burrs that one never notices until back in the house.  Those little monsters are so darn happy that thoughts of blow torching the entire yard to the ground and starting over again have come to mind.

If you are in an area where April showers promise one May flowers, may you not float away before you can enjoy them.  Take care and enjoy.

Lonicera sempervirens 

Coral Honeysuckle

Viburnum rufidulum 

Rusty Blackhaw Viburnum

Sisyrinchium angustifolium

Narrowleaf Blue-eyed Grass

Mourning Dove and Male House Finch

Some type of Camassia

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and

Charlotte

Bird Watching.

Sweet Austin on mommy's lap

Unknown tiny wildflower

with seedhesds forming below

and the remaining flowers blooming at the top.

Baptisia

Uvularia grandiflora, 

the large-flowered bellwort or merrybells

Stylophorum diphyllum

Celandine Poppy

Left to Right

Symphoricarpos orbiculatus, Coralberry;

some type of feathery weed that has gone to seed;

Dodecatheon meadia, Shooting Star;

Type of lily.

"My Mary" Azalea

Grown in a large container

Gardens are overflowing with dandelions this year.

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