Second Snowfall Lasting 7 Hours with 6 Inches of Snow
Rabbit Tracks and Escape Under Gate
Temperature Highs in Twenties and Lows in Teens for Two Days
Second Day of Freezing with the Sun's Rays Causing Some Melting
Slushy Streets Re-Froze After Sunset
Mourning Doves Taking Shelter on the Front Porch
A quiet time in the late evening, and all I am able to
accomplish so far is a series of sighs, yawns and staring that always ends up
looking at this keyboard that lays silent.
So…… how’s the weather in your neighborhood?
Winter has already been a rollercoaster ride of ups and
downs…sandals, then mud shoes, then snow boots, then repeat. Although I’m not fond of my front gardens, they
look rather amazing with all the trees and shrubs in such a small space. Branches have been trimmed back from the
driveway and house this early winter giving a more open experience for a few
Looking out the back bedroom window demands a belief that all
will come together in the future when the Summersweet mature and whatever I
plant in the Persimmon’s empty space will outshine it. A native evergreen shrub
that knows how to stay within the boundaries of the space and produce fruit or
berries would be fantastic, but that’s a feat I can only hope to figure out by
With my nasal surgery done, I have an appointment with a
general neurologist to see if he can shine any light on my dizziness and
neuropathy problems. I have been told by
a few people who should know, that it will be unlikely any neurologist will be
able to make that happen :( We shall
I spent this last year watching all the episodes for years
2020 and 2021 on Britbox of Gardeners’ World with Monty Don. He has a personality that draws you into his
world of gardening big time, but when I watch him in his own gardens, I’m sure I
would have no life and feel like death warmed over if I gardened as he does.
Taking out plants just past their prime time to be replaced by
plants just reaching their prime time throughout the growing season seems like
insanity to me, and is probably why my laments of my own gardens looking like
has-beens part of the growing season is so very real. I take out nothing.
I’m greenhouse free, and cats roam my house munching on greens,
so in my reality world I purchase plants started by someone else. I do find satisfaction growing my own
vegetables totally by seed planted directly in the raised beds. It’s an amazing feeling growing from scratch
what one puts on the table.
Dustin was taken to emergency care December 29th and diagnosed with a severe bladder infection, which wasn't diagnosed by his regular veterinary clinic even though he was displaying the symptoms at the time of his yearly checkup.
All paperwork filled out on my smartphone...at least 20 pages
of never ending questions, so I was a slight wreck when I finally finished, and
we could actually drive to our destination.
Dustin has finished the last pain relief pill and will finish the other
medication soon. He appears to be
alright, but we will know for sure next week.
Life is quiet here for me.
The Christmas decorations probably will come down sometime between now
and spring, and in the meantime I will enjoy them as if it’s still Christmas. Vic and I are planning the vegetable gardens,
and we will be planting seeds together.
Vic isn’t a gardener. He calls
himself The Destroyer when he helps in the yard. This may prove to be an interesting year with
To have a warm day squeezed into a rash of cold ones is a miracle these days. I walked my gardens yesterday in short sleeves, when we had that miracle the first week of December. An extraordinary day in an ordinary way, since occasional rain showers have not played well with the colorful carpet of leaf fall, turning it all a bit on the drab side of crispy to mushy.
To be alone in this loneliness gives one an overwhelming feeling of sadness, until footsteps are heard from behind. Looking around, the neighboring oak leaves drifting on the breeze fall in light ghostly footsteps to follow the gardener. A squirrel begins its lamenting eerie cries, and a fat robin looks at its reflection in the still water of the birdbath and takes a sip.
It is then this gardener remembers the most prized treasures in this lonely landscape are not only the ones that one may see, but also the ones of sounds and smells that create feelings of nostalgia of all things past, and anticipation of all things yet to come.
That is when this garden comes to life in the mind of this gardener in the season of frosty winter and sleeping landscapes.
One of the ash tree seed dams in pathway after rain storm
* Where the Wild Ones Are *
Walking the Dog.
I think Vic's baggy jeans are history after he viewed this shot.
Wellness: I’ve scheduled appointments to set myself up for a lousy or fortunate end of the year, depending on how I wish to take it all in. I received most of my surgery information
today. Pre-op’s a cinch. Post-op
sounds like a visit to the chambers of hell. I called my
sister to calm myself down a bit.
I’m having a
bone spur removed from the back area of my right nostril, so I may breath
normal, whatever that is; and also a hole between the two nostrils will hopefully
be closed up. I always have a need to know,
so upon asking my doctor what causes a hole like that, he just said most likely
drugs. So what's the least likely, I inquired.
The most wonderful time of the year will come, and bid farewell while I'm re-taping new gauze across my nostrils every hour and digging into my collection of prescribed pain killers, blood clotting products and antiseptic ointment.
Snow Men and Snow Ladies
A little orphan I acquired bent up and missing a few coal buttons.
I love it.
There was a time when I could actually put together something
that only started out as a thought in my mind;
you know, creativity.
Of that creativity, I still have four wreaths I've kept as my favorites.
The last attempt, at creating a new wreath, was met with disaster.
Put together, take apart...put together, take apart...put together, take apart...
It was a beauty in my eyes, but oh so dark dark dark, like funeral material.
I eventually had to give it up to lower my stress level :'(
It became Goodwill material,
as my husband hardly ever throws anything away.
The book wreath...my favorite.
Christmas ornaments from when we would set up a Christmas tree
More ornaments from the Christmas tree days
My first wreath.
First year in Tennessee, Vic's employer gave us a huge canister
of cookies for Christmas.
On a whim, I wired the lid to a grapevine wreath form,
and a wreath was formed around it.
It always hangs above the Livingroom fireplace at Christmas.
I've been deleting the rotten beginnings of this story so many times, I'm beginning to believe Christmas just isn't in me anymore. Yes, I managed to push myself into decorating yet another year hoping to create that feeling of the euphoria this season ought to bring, but instead I feel nothing special...just another day another day another day.
So, what to write...
Who needs to write when one has toys!
I'm innocent...innocent, innocent, innocent, I tell you!!!
I get blamed for everything!
Mommy found my hiding place!
Get that camera out of my face!
Did you hear that psycho calico coming down the hallway?!?
been rushing at the opening gate to escape her imprisonment from my studio, so
yesterday we let her break free of her bondage for the day. Lacey promptly kicked the living daylights
out her leaving quite a few chunks of grey fur at the crime scene. Of course, none of this would happen if the
grey one stood her ground, but when she turns to run, that calico is after her
like a heat seeking missile.
drama :’( Now my days are spent
encouraging that calico to move along out of her stakeout areas into more
neutral territories, and listening for that thumping sound of Lacey winning
another boxing match with claws extended.
Lacey NO!!! Lacey NO!!! Lacey NONONO!!! My favorite yelling phrase.
Funny how it
brings back memories of that first Christmas with Charlotte. Vic was overseas, so it was just me and my
household of pets…a quiet but loving time.
Sometimes when I look back, I say it was the year I had no life. Of course, I really did have a life…just not
the one I had in mind for myself.
The year was
literally spent domesticating two feral adult cats and five hissing feisty
kittens, through freezing cold, then sickness, then wellness exams and shots,
then learning to play with interactive toys with me, then finding forever homes for the kittens and our home for Charlotte and Austin. It was an overwhelmingly stressful year, but it finished out so
to the Christmas when I wrote about Charlotte's life, I read – “She laid on the couch curled
up with her brother as the furnace kept the room nice and warm. A terrier sat by the fireplace, and a kitten
the age of her own hide in the tall cat tree; while the not so nice one laid on
her persons lap and the last one was under a bed.”
If one knows
cats…anything can go wrong at any time, and that not so nice one a few months
later became Charlotte's tormenting bully, and my studio room was gated to create a
sanctuary for her. Yesterday hence, the
gate is now left open during the day and closed after dinner giving her an
evening of safety and relaxation.
Believe me, Lacey is a full time job trying to create some tolerance in
In a household where the husband doesn't cook well on his own without help, it will be a quiet Christmas dinner from Marie Callender of Steak & Roasted Potatoes, and Lattice Apple Pie. We wish you all a lovely season that brings a smile to your face and happiness in your heart.