It is still snowing.

We had crocuses. I saw them between snows. But it’s cold and snowing again, so I’m not optimistic about their survival. And anyway, their time is just about over. Thus, I am happy to have a bouquet. At least there are colors in it.


Flowers from my birthday bouquet. Or, more to the point … the end of my flowers. The golden-yellow flowers are astroemeria (Thank you Judy!)

Blue (almost turquoise) daisy (hint of chrysanthemum below)

And of course the blue ones are daisies. The green is eucalyptus and if you take it out of the water, it dries out and you can store it more or less forever.



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As the chilly winds of winter are beginning to blow, my toes go into frozen mode. The rest of me isn’t cold, but until the sun comes back, my feet will never be warm. So … what could be more soothing than flowers? From this past summer, my favorite late summer blossom – Black-eyed Susans.

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Thinking About Flowers

The first sign of spring

The first sign of spring

As I watch the snow slowly melt away while hoping we don’t get more, my thoughts turn to flowers and springtime. It’s natural when the world has been all white for weeks. Are crocuses popping up amidst the rubble of winter? My son did a little digging and says yes, they are trying to break through … but the weather guys are saying there’s more snow on the way. Can the baby flowers survive another round of ice and snow?

The sky was so blue this morning when I got up. Now it is fading to white, not a good sign.

I am tired. Not just of winter. Plain old tired. I had any number of ambitious plans for the day, but I think instead I’m going to do nothing much. Maybe I’ll feel bright and bushy-tailed tomorrow. Right now I need a good book. Maybe a little chicken soup too.

And flowers. How very much I yearn for flowers.

Daisy Award: A Special Award for the Brave of Heart

It is on rare occasion that a connection is available to the creator of an award. This time the beginning link in a chain of unknown number of recipients is Subtle Kate.


In Kate’s own words on June 28, 2012, “I would like to start a new award. It’s called the Daisy Award.  Daisy’s are very sweet flowers, but they are stealth with hardiness. They’ll come up anywhere and beat the frost.  This award is for the brave.”

So without further ado, these are the rules to follow:

Thank the person who nominated you.

This is the easiest part. I keep finding myself thanking Sharla, (Awakenings and CatnipOfLife). Sharla, you have become so much a part of my life it’s hard to explain to people who someone who I’ve never met face to face could become so interwoven with my life. You are the best, you really are. Hugs and thanks fly over the miles, from me to you!

Tell your readers seven unusual things about yourself.

What can I tell you that you don’t already know? I think by now I’ve told everybody everything. But let’s see how these fly:

  1. I am a peculiar combination of sentimental, tough, sympathetic, empathetic and impatient. All at the same time. I love and admire people who laugh in the face of disaster but cry at reruns of Flipper.
  2. I love survivors and people who share the good in their lives while trying to spare others from pain.
  3. I appreciate that while I’ve had a rough time, others have had worse.
  4. I’m a risk taker and whenever I take a risk, I’m scared to death. My motto is “What the Hell; do it anyhow!”
  5. I don’t believe that any of us deserve medals for doing the best we can with whatever hand we’ve been dealt. That’s what you are supposed to do. Life can be messy and unfair. No one gets a free ride.
  6. I’m a fighter, even when I know I can’t win. I figure it’s better to lose then give up while letting the fates use you as a soccer ball.
  7. I am a relentless student of everything and when I stop learning, it will be because I’m no longer breathing.

Nominate several worthy bloggers.

This award is for the brave … and I think I’m choosing rightly.

For Mike, at Mike’s Film Talk, because while watching his life crash and burn, he’s managed to somehow keep a sense of humor and a sense of perspective and recognize that there will be another day.

For Jenny Threet at Rumpy Dog who fights a never-ending battle to try to protect our furry friends in the face of ignorance and indifference.

For Jordan Rich at  Jordan Rich, a man who has a been a friend and supporter of every kind of worthy cause, donated his time, his celebrity, and personal resources to help everyone to the best of his ability. Which I might add is considerable. He has his own problems and faces them with courage and honor and without complaint. The Jordan Rich Show airs Friday and Saturday nights, from midnight until 5AM on WBZ AM 1030AM and WCCO Minneapolis.


On the street where I live …

Down the block, probably the oldest house this end of the road, Built in the late 1700. There’s an older one down the other way, built in the early 1700s.

Our street is also an interstate numbered route that run into Rhode Island about two miles south of our house. It’s an old road and still one of the least built-up areas of the local towns.

My neighbor (across the street) had a bumper crop of tomatoes this year. A few still linger on the vines.

He also grew some wonderful hot yellow peppers.

The last two peppers on the vine.

Bright vines climb on an old oak just past a driveway onto the tree farm.

Bright colored vines along a yellow tree.

At the base of the street, bright yellow daisies don’t recognize the end of their season as they point their faces at the sun.

Daisies along the fence at the bottom of the road.

Then, there are the flowering grasses …

Flowering grasses in an autumn garden.

And our flag is still there.