…..do not mix well.
So instead, may I offer you the 2017 Purple Crocus Kickline:
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Cat barf and art supplies
Posted in Elsinore, Gardening, My brain, Nature, tactless observations, tagged boom!, crocus, purple on 28 March, 2017| 1 Comment »
The Carol of the Ember
Posted in cats, Elsinore, Filking, Food, into the woods, kittens, Nature, tagged caroling, carols, Christmas, Ember, feasting, John Rutter, Mom and Other Mom, music, not the Cambridge Singers, tortiseshell on 30 December, 2016| Leave a Comment »
(Dulce, with some apologies to John Rutter)
There has been cleaning and packing and painting
Dust and fur tumbleweeds vacuumed away
Momma has wrestled a piece of the forest
Into the parlor and now decorates.
Gloria! Gloria!
Who is this person?
Gloria! Gloria!
What’s with this tree?
Gloria! Gloria!
This is quite confusing
There’s all this fuss, but it’s not about me.
I like the smell of this piece of the forest
I like the taste of the fruitcake and cheese
I like the people who offer to scritch me
They all seem tame and seem eager to please.
Gloria! Gloria!
Why inflate this mattress?
Gloria! Gloria!
It’s in my way!
Gloria! Gloria!
Out of Momma’s office!
Go sing more songs about babies in hay.
After the fussing, the feasting, and singing
After the guests have fin’lly gone away
Momma and Other Mom sit sipping eggnog
Smiling at sparklies and watching me play.
Gloria! Gloria!
Eggnog and day old!
Maybe that isn’t quite
What all they say?
Gloria! Gloria!
Someone was born!
Gloria! Gloria!
I can sleep near Momma
The house is quiet
And Momma is warm.
Double, Double, Buckeye, Buckeye
Posted in autumn, Elsinore, Gardening, insects, Nature on 4 October, 2016| 2 Comments »
Special guest moth
Posted in Elsinore, Gardening, insects, Introductions, Nature, Uncategorized, tagged A tree grows in Brooklyn, Ailanthus, black-eyed susans, flowers, Gardening, moths, non-native, yellow on 11 July, 2016| Leave a Comment »
The Ailanthus moth feeds on nectar, but the young feed on Ailanthus leaves. As we are NOT fond of ‘Stink Trees’, we find this visitor downright patriotic.
Spring Things
Posted in birds, Elsinore, Gardening, insects, scenery, Uncategorized, tagged bees, change, green, spring, Xylocopus on 23 March, 2016| Leave a Comment »
Spring Singer alerted me to the emergence of this year’s first crop of jousting carpenter bees [Xylocopus] in regional gardens. This afternoon they are bumbling in and around the magnolia blossoms and riding the willow catkins, which bow under their weight in the March breezes.
At least, around here, at the moment, those are ‘breezes’. I understand Colorado got a blizzard, and sections of the Northeast got a recent blast of snow.
Big bees, little bees; it’s been a good day for watching wildlife in the warming weather. A wood thrush poked around in the leaf litter by the back fence. White throated sparrows haven’t disappeared yet, and the downy woodpeckers are tap tap tapping to see what might be waking up under loose bark. Cardinals, blue jays, song sparrows…. Squirrels, rabbits, and oh, I hope that was something other than a rat — aren’t those supposed to be nocturnal? Couldn’t it be a stoat, or something more pleasant, with a brown agouti coat and bright black eyes?
We’ll see.
Tracings of sparrow
Posted in birds, Elsinore, scenery, tagged Scarborough fair, Simon and Garfunkle, winter on 24 January, 2016| 1 Comment »
Hedging our bets
Posted in Backstory, Elsinore, Food, Gardening, tactless observations, tagged change, Gardening, Keeping Up Appearances, silliness on 5 December, 2015| Leave a Comment »
In light of the fact that we can typically get raspberries from our yard in December, I’m thinking more and more about an edible hedgerow. Raspberries, beautyberries [native], maybe more quince…
If I do, chances are, I’ll order from Nourse Farms…. Unless you have some suggestions for me…?
Heck, maybe a rose known for its hips rather than its blossoms might be fun, too.
UPDATE: A helpful friend sent this image of “a rose with hips”:
That friend, of course, did not have to live through wearing the massively-flowered dresses of the late 80s/early 90s. Mine were at least knee-length though….
Here’s hoping the rest of the winter is temperate enough that the figs don’t get frozen to their roots again. I miss having handfuls of figs to eat in late summer.
