March Is On The March Outta Here

Here it is the 30th day of March and there is still nothing blooming in my yard. Granted there are a few buds on my daffodils but buds are not blooms! The only bit of color out there is a bright green hose that fell off it’s holder and is now coiled on the ground. At least I think it’s the hose because as far as I know we have no snakes around here. Hmmm….maybe I should check it out…..no, I think not. I know it’s the hose!!! There is also a bright orange Reeses Peanut Butter Cup wrapper blowing back and forth in the wind. No it is not my wrapper. I might be a bit lax when it comes to cleaning up all the leaves and dead annuals in my beds, but I do not let my trash blow around. This is someone’s else’s trash. I wish they’d keep it in their own yard for a change, although it does bring a spot of color along with the snake, err I mean hose, to my otherwise drab backyard on this dreary day. It also gets me to thinking about chocolate………never mind!!

Since there is nothing outside, we’ll have to stay inside. I know you’re all dying to hear about my seedlings, right? I’ll take that big sigh as a yes. This is just a sampling of some of the larger ones. And if you think some of these are small, you should see some of the other ones I’m not forcing you to look at.


On the left is my Illumination Begonias. Before you ooooh and ahhhhh about these beauties?, bear in mind that out of 27 seeds that I planted, I only got 9 plants. And it took 2 months to get these buggers to this size. Next on top is Camelot Rose Foxgloves. I only ended up with 4 out of 12 seeds, but that’s okay because I’m hoping they’ll reseed for next year. Next to them is Tumbling Tom Tomatoes. All 8 seeds germinated and I had to thin them down to 4. Let’s hope all 4 of these make it since there are no more. Oh oh, maybe I shouldn’t have done that yet. Moving on…the gazanias are next. These are from the seeds I saved from last years favorites. The bottom three are Monkey Flowers, Blue Victoria Salvia, and Stock, in that order.

Now, wasn’t that a lot more fun, interesting and informative than you thought it would be?
Oh… okay this time I’ll take that sigh as a no.

It's Official

There’s no denying it now. I’m definitely over, down and past the hill. Those of you who read this dribble, know that I walk to the stores, at least 90% of the time. Loading up my arms with bags of groceries, prancing home without a problem. At least I used to. This last year, the amount of bags I can carry has gradually decreased until I have had to limit myself to two for each hand. And depending on what I need to buy, and how heavy it is, sometimes not even that many. (Not including candy of course. I can still manage to carry LOTS of that)

But today I faced the truth. I’m an old, decrepit, weak armed ancient. No more walking briskly home, but instead going slower and slower weighed down by too many bags. Sooooo I finally folded.
And so does this for easy storage.



They say that with age comes wisdom. Too bad my age came too soon and my wisdom didn’t come soon enough. I think I could have saved myself some long, hard walks home, if it had.
Wow!! I can stuff a whole heck of a lot of candy in there and still have room for food!!

Hitting The Beds

A little of this


Means a lot of this


Two flower beds down and two to go. And although the last two are begging for some clean up, they'll have to wait because I’m just too tuckered out and another bed is calling my name!
I’m sure you can guess which one.

Plump It Up

I don’t know about your computers but lately everywhere I look on mine, I am bombarded with little ads for plumping it up. First there’s the lips. The easy, magical cure for those of us that suffer with thin lips. Rub this cream on my thin, ugly, (yes, it actually says I’m ugly,) lips and in no time at all, I will look as luscious as Angelina Jolie. And evidently men will be beating a path to my door, trying to give me a big fat kiss!! I’m not sure I could handle that.

Did I buy this product? No way. I’m not prone to buy from someone that is rude enough to call me ugly right off the bat.

Then there’s the ads for plumping up my hair. Secret, unknown ingredients in shampoos and conditioners that will have my thin, limp hair instantly becoming a wild, curly mane causing even the most stoic of men to start pushing and shoving just to be able to stand by my side. I’m not sure I even WANT to handle that.

Did I buy this product? Nope. I did try “Curly Shampoo” once. Not one curl showed up. So I won’t bother trying any of these "miracle" products either.

So what’s with all the “plump it up” ads lately? I never noticed them before. Maybe they were there but I didn't see them because I never thought I needed plumping up. And I don’t think I need it now either. I may be a little short in the lips and hair department, but that doesn’t mean I’m lacking in plump. Nosiree. I’ve got plump!! Plenty of it. So eat your heart out Angelina, I’ve got plump all over you….. and all over me.

So whoever's plastering all those ads on my computer, knock it off. I don't need or want any more plump! Why would I spend money for more of something I already have in abundance?

Wanna See A Picture?

While at a party or out for a night on the town, did you ever run into one of those people who love to show you pictures? The ones who immediately grab that little leather, wallet sized thingy with a snap, that when opened drops a whole line of plastic clad photos down to the floor, and your stuck there as they show you every one, while explaining who they are, what they were doing, what they’re doing now etc, etc, etc…and although you’ve never met this person before in your entire life, and have no idea who all these people are, you can’t very well be rude and walk away, so you stay, listen, nod your head at the appropriate times while desperately wishing you were somewhere else?

You have? I haven’t. Not once. No one has ever asked me if I wanted to view pictures of their offspring or other family members. Not even the people that I’ve known for years. That might be because they either don’t have any kids, don’t carry pictures with them, or it might be because they usually have a cocktail, er I mean liquid refreshment in one hand and have their other hand stuck in a bowl of munchies, (don’t eat anything from that bowl) which makes it quite difficult to reach into one’s pockets. On the other hand, I’ve never been asked to show any pictures of my kids either. Probably because I also had my hands full of …..important stuff at the time. Or it could have been that they already had an inkling of what my kids looked like and didn’t need nor want to see a picture for proof.

But right now my hands are empty, and even though I wasn’t asked to, I am willing to show you a picture of my girls. And it’s only one picture so don’t be rude and walk away (or click away because I can tell when you do that) without at least a quick glance.

My kids always were a wild bunch.

And I guess I'm also a bit bored.

The Depressing Browns

I’m not talking about the Cleveland Browns football team here, even though they certainly are depressing. Except for the new stadium that the die hard football fans voted to pay $300 million for in 1995 (and which I’m probably still paying for even though I’ve never set foot in the place) they have diddly squat.


1995 was the year when the owner of the old Browns decided that the city of Cleveland wasn’t playing nice and announced that he and the team were skedaddling to Baltimore because THAT city knew how to treat a team, notwithstanding the fact that in 1983 the Baltimore Colts had come to the conclusion that Baltimore was treating them poorly, and they actually snuck out in the middle of the night to avoid the wrath of extremely angry fans, and headed to Indianapolis, because THAT city knew how to treat a team……..
And since our “new” Browns team has fallen to the bottom of the pack most of the years since they started from scratch in 1999, they do tend to cause one to become depressed. But that’s over for now.

I’m not talking about this depressing brown matter either. Although he’s pretending to try to cheer me up by his “king of the hill” antics ( king of the trellis this time), I know he’s really up there to get a better view to see where he can start digging to find all his hidden acorns. And dig he will, and dig and dig and dig.


The brown that I’m talking about is much less complicated than either of those. It’s this.

Brown grass, brown vines, dead brown annuals from last year, dead brown leaves still strewn about, etc…. wherever I point the camera, this is what I see.

But hey, it’s March 1st and the worst is behind us now and in a few weeks I expect to be typing a post titled “Whoo Hoo..Green”. Well, hopefully not quite that lame but something to that effect. I think I’ll like that one a lot more than I like this one. But I know that a few weeks from now I still won’t be liking the Cleveland Browns or the furry tailed big brown rat. It’s going to take a heck of a lot longer than that.