Monday, September 22, 2025

Art for the sake of peace and harmony

Talent comes in many forms and sometimes it's from something we do just to keep our brains firing at full speed or to bring harmony into our lives. Whatever the reason, hobbies are actually very good things and being artistic is a gift. A friend sent these examples of what she's been working on in craft groups online and in-person. Frankly, it's awe inspiring. She's been quilting, working on reverse appliqué, and embroidery. Below are examples of her latest endeavors. The quilt blocks can be arranged in any pattern one likes, so she's still working that out, but you get the idea.





Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Cuddle buddies

Sorry - just can't help it. Had to share, yet again, the cuteness overload that is Nick and Nellie cuddling. Well, not cuddling so much as staring at me and wondering why the treats are no longer forthcoming. 


 

Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Love my wild critters, but they can be pesky

The Critter Café outside the laundry room has been thriving with squirrels, big banded pigeons, ravens, crows, jays, a variety of dainty birds, and a wonderful assortment of lizards. All good. Lately, however, an unidentified critter has been wreaking a bit of havoc on the planters along the fence line. Mind you, those planters have been in my thoughts for a while, as they are slowly (finally) starting to rot away. The jade plants that were once thriving have totally given up. Fine. Just one more chore to do. (Sigh). Nothing like a nudge to get things moving. 

It started when an area was dug up and there was styrofoam scattered all over the place. If you're wondering why styrofoam is in a planter -- don't ask. You really don't want to know. Anyway, I walked out to feed my furry and feathered guests, only to come upon this sight:



Naturally cleanup is still in progress, and replacements are still being decided, but here's the next big project looming on the horizon as soon as the heat subsides a bit. Yup - ALL gotta come out. In ten years, we may actually see some progress. 







Sunday, August 31, 2025

Oops! Doing what I have chastised people for doing - not a good look

I have repeatedly chastised people (silently) who volcano mulch their trees with either rocks or mulch. Surrounding the base of a tree doesn't allow it to breathe and invites rot and insect activity. So one day, as I'm looking at the overgrowth mess at the base of our giant Chinese Elm we love so much in the backyard, I realized with a shock, that I am GUILTY of a version of volcano mulching that didn't enter my pea brain. In my case, it's putting potted plants at the base of the tree, allowing debris to pile up. Allowing too many spider plants to take over and suffocate the base - not to mention just covering up any other decorative elements. So with the zest of a born again gardener, I have started the process of clearing out and sprucing up. Naturally this project was begun during the hottest weeks we've had to date because why not? Nothing like working up a good sweat, right?

This does have a certain charm, until you look closely and realize certain things are not thriving by being choked out.


As I pulled pots away from the base, the amount of leaf buildup was a bit unnerving. Poor tree was gasping. You can see the dark band at the base of the tree. Not good.

Another view of the overgrowth. The large blue pot held plants that had been knocked over in the wind/firestorm we had in January and were not thriving. In remaking the area, high winds, which now seem to be a given, are being taken into account.


Ferns seemed to be a good choice for the pot because it doesn't get too much sun. The ferns that were thriving in another area of the yard had been destroyed in the windstorm, so I salvaged what I could and hope they will fill in nicely in a year or two. All the spider plants are gone as well. While the wind isn't an issue for them, they just weren't thriving and were creating a debris catch-all.


This is as far as the rehab goes so far. Still thinking how to finish off this area without choking the tree and allowing other plants to thrive. A work in progress.










Thursday, August 21, 2025

How does he do it?

Nellie's bestie Nick has many talents, with getting seriously sick during a heatwave being only one. We worry about the boy frequently. However, today he showed us not only his bright eyes, but a talent we weren't aware existed in reality. Apparently now dogs can take selfies. Here's proof.


Not only that, but they can text with the best of them. When I texted Nick's mom to make sure she was really home (and yes, I knew she was), he texted back this masterpiece:
That boy is talented on soooo many levels.


 

Friday, August 15, 2025

Sadness creates lifesaving happiness

We got the very sad news that Lenny and Jack, two of the sweetest little dogs, succumbed to their old age within one week of each other. The normal thing to do would be to grieve for months and then maybe look for another dog. Fortunately for 10 year old siblings Billy Bob and Penny Sue, M's sister and brother-in-law embraced the notion they should have a home as soon as possible and went to a shelter an hour away to adopt two charmers. The double names are the because the dogs lived in South Carolina (it's a Southern tradition) until their guardian died. We're told they are energetic and clingy, and they make two sad people laugh - which is a good thing. 



They may look as if they will create mayhem, but the next photo tells the true story that they have fit right in.




Saturday, August 9, 2025

Perky is as perky does (whatever that means)

 Nellie's bestie Nick has been truly suffering in the heatwave we've been experiencing. Well, in all fairness, Nick thinks anything above 75 degrees is too hot. When he's having the vapors he won't eat, he refuses treats, and he looks like he's near collapse. Imagine our surprise on our last visit when he not only DEMANDED treats, but was zesty. It was so good to see his alert, whadda ya gonna do for me expression, it's impossible not to share his cuteness.