Man vrs. Nature

In many households this activity is known as "Gardening".

Man: 1  /  Nature: 0

At my house it is called "Tax Preparation Avoidance" and happens every March.  It so closely resembles spring gardening that any confusion is understandable.   

About Yarn Already!

3 posts from a blogger named "The Yarn Poet" and nadda about yarn....what up?!

As you know "spinning (a) yarn" is not always about fiber, but enough telling tales of canines, fauna, family, and flasks.  Today is about "When Hairy met Sally".

Kid Silk Haze, this is Sally.

Sally, this is Kid Silk Haze.

"Come here often?" 

In fact, I do.

I can't get enough.  I've been headoverheels, can'tfightthisfeelinganymore in love with this yarn since the day we touched.

"Whisp of a sweater"
My (a'hem) first....

Which led to:  

"Kitten"

and so on...
But what really put me over the moon was this:

"Boho Chic"

THIS is where Kid Silk Haze meets Crochet (don't tell knitting), and wow! did sparks fly.

Get a room.

Keeping Up With the Jones'

Let me explain...

I'm at the annual Trivia night with my horse gang ("Do you ride Equestrian?") when I find out I may be the only one who doesn't own a flask.

Now, I've known my horse peeps for over 20 years...how is it that we have just made this important discovery??  (Apparently we've never talked about fox hunting).  The very next day I saw this in my local pharmacy and had to get it for our upcoming girls' trip to Rolex in April.  

Don't worry...it is very small so I shant get too out of hand.

Hello, Chives!

Spring is coming just in time

Don't get me wrong... I'm not naive enough to put the canopy up on the gazebo just yet (the threat of snow lingers for one more month), but these early signs of spring are most welcome!

On my recent walks I've spied itty-bitty crocus everywhere reminding me of spring in my first house...

I had moved in during fall and didn't know what the gardens held, but was thoroughly delighted when I found my favorite tiny flower popping up all over my front yard.  After reporting this delightful discovery to my gardener father, I later learned it was he who had planted these bulbs and kept the secret for months while fall turned to winter and winter  to early spring.

Update Monday, March 14th: 

We got 4 sloppy, cold inches of Karmic snow (I had to brag about spring)...
Buddah is no longer talking to me (not that he ever said much).

Cha-cha-cha-changes...

Call the Humane Society....

I didn't get Ollie's bed washed quickly enough and she was forced to take matters into her own hands, err, paws.  The following is an illustration of how sharp I remain despite a recent birthday:

Ollie has now wet her bed 4 times in the last month; she will be 9 soon and things are changing.  Because it takes hours to wash and dry her ginormous bed, I recognized the need to order a second.

I've ordered an orthopedic bed for her...an investment I thought she deserved now that she's on the back nine (I know: pot calling the kettle 'black'). Hell, both our bones hurt and we might even have to time share THE NEW BED.  THE NEW BED is the best money can buy: memory foam, lots of real estate, special moisture barrier cover...yes, $$$ of Orvis engineering for the older great breed.

When cleaning up incident number 4 however, I noticed some interesting trends:  


Why was the bed always wet on the left side?
Why did it happen even though she'd just been out??
And, come to think of it, why was there a bigger puddle on the bottom of the bed than on the top???

Ollie hasn't been wetting her bed...I've been overwatering the plant next to it.  Sheesh.