Grow Time

Remember all those seeds I bought while fighting my Peep addiction. Well, they’re in the ground!
The 4’x4’ raised bed is packed with peas, spinach, radishes, and onions. Beans are in a bean pot, a 2’ container. Since space is limited, I’m hoping they’ll grow upward onto poles. Still to come are tomato and pepper plants.
My yard is filled with critters: squirrels, crows, bunnies, and even skunks. I’ve covered the bed with a plastic mesh to give the seeds a fighting chance.
Mmmmm. . . . In about 60 days, we’ll be munching healthy on fresh homegrown veggies.

Rambling Updates

Just updating some of my previous posts. . .
First, spring has finally arrived, along with rain, rain, and more rain.
Second, I’ve made some giant steps with clutter. Cake pans and candy molds that have sat untouched in the basement for the past 10 years. . . Gone!
Third, by cutting carbs and sticking to the gym, I’ve trimmed 15 pounds.
Remember, every day is a new beginning and small positive changes do make a difference.

Necessity the Mother of Invention

Crying out loud! I’ve been married for almost 39 years and don’t have enough matching dishes. Is it any wonder you never get invited for dinner?
After all the planning and preparation for Easter Dinner, at the last minute, I discovered there was nothing suitable to serve the fruit.
With no time to run to the store, I started looking around the house.
Duh. . . my teacup treasures. They say ‘necessity is the mother of invention’ or is it ‘necessity is a mother?’ That’s why my teacups are fruit cups, just for today.

Sweet Surrender

Weeks ago, we planned an ice cream Happy Hour for after work. The date set. BOGO coupons distributed. Diets damned.
Work had been slow, but steady, and we’d been getting out on time, so we felt pretty confident. Coupon buddies were picked. Flavors were decided.
We were hungry for sundaes. Then, bam! Friday afternoon hot jobs hit with an unrelenting vengeance.
One by one, participation in Happy Hour dwindled. Time always an issue. Some had to stay over, some stayed but had to get home to the kids, others couldn’t wait.
When the dust settled and the hot jobs shipped, three of us made it to Abbott’s.
Ending the week with sundaes. . .
Sweet.

No Difference

Made an interesting observation on a recent trip to the art gallery. Artists are not much different than writers.
Artists and writers both start with a blank canvas. Both take an idea and build. Layer upon layer, meticulously adding details until . . .
Voilà!
A Work of Art!