Aug 17th, 2015

My tomatoes have been up for 3 months now:

whoa, not all at once!

You are all invited to dinner Aug 17th, 2015.

Give Me a Sign

I was trolling my local Antique Mall when my heart quickened and palms got sweaty...  Classic signs of Ihavetohavethis (Latin for, Aquireopathy)

Having had a white horse for 15 years there was just no question.

I pulled it out and saw on the back hints of another pony peeking out below the reinforcing boards.  15 minutes later I was home with tools in hand prying up rusty nails and boards singing, "Wild Fire"  (OK- not really but go with it)

This white horse gets it's "paint" look from an old varnish that is amber and crackly...I rather like it.

I have no official information about the sign (other than I officially like it).

A search on the interwebs found that "The White Horse" was a pub situated in E. London and established in 1780.  The pub closed in 1969 but had belonged to the Colchester Brewing Company passing to IND Coope in the 1930s.

I'm getting thirsty....

The Gazebo is UP

This last week I've been soaking in every minute of beautiful weather the gods have offered....


I've dusted off my green thumb,

weeded my gardens with some neighbors (thank you!), put up the gazebo, and rescued a butterfly from my kitchen window.

No butterflies were harmed in filming this blog

I have also killed 3 wasps (circle of life, people!).
You would think word would get out about 'The One Who Kills Wasps', but they just keep coming.


Bring it!  I've got chemicals.

Me, being smug about the chemicals

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.   

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).