Sunday, March 17, 2024

Beeing There

 


The beautiful weather lured me out to do a little preliminary cleanup--cutting back dead stalks and stems of lemon balm, sedum, daylilies, and iris. Unfortunately, I can't do this for very long before my back begins to complain. So, I took a seat on a low rock wall and enjoyed the blaze of pinky-coral of the flowering quince. 



Soon I noticed that honeybees were at work. (Hoorah!) I tried to capture them, but, as I didn't have a tripod, the results are 
not very good. 

But still--bees! Such a welcome sight.


Then there was the matter of getting up from that low stone wall . . .

I don't mind being old--the number doesn't scare me. But I really dislike the physical limitations. 

Though I had to laugh at myself and my contortions--trying to stand without risking pitching over onto the stone path and landing on my pathetic knee.

It took about five minutes, but I managed.

Small victories.



 

Friday, March 15, 2024

A Busy Person

                                                                                

                                                                                 


This is a family of Castle People. Carmen is the mama, Big Red is the daddy, Hildegarde is the grandma. There is a big brother and a big sister and a little sister and Pup. I made them blankets out of play dough and beds from oyster shells.

                          Putting on a puppet show for Margo.

                                                                                           


The princess is reading to Margo.

I worked in a workbook and did a jigsaw puzzle and Meema and I played Go Fish and Crazy 8 and Memory. I mostly won. I am really good at Memory. Plus, sometimes I can see through Meema's GoFish cards and that helps me win too.





Thursday, March 14, 2024

Re-Watching--a Mini Steve Martinfest

                                                                                

As well as re-reading favorite books, I like to re-watch certain films--all of Monty Python (Life of Brian, The Holy Grail, The Meaning of Life,) most of the Coen Brothers, especially Raising Arizona, Fargo, and O Brother, Where Art Thou.

When Justin was home sick for much of second grade, The Empire Strikes Back and The Everlasting Story were on constant replay. The Pirates of Penzance, was another popular favorite.

Recently I developed a longing to see two Steve Martin movies that I remembered fondly--and, lo and behold, my wish was granted.

L.A. Story is great fun, especially with Sara Jessica Parker's great energetic turn as SaNDee* who loves to twirl.  And Patrick Stewart, in a brief appearance as the supercilious maitre d' of L'Idiot ("You think you can 'ave ze duck? With a portfolio like zat? You can have ze chicken") is memorable.

Even better is Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Martin is at his comic best, Michael Caine is wonderful, and the plot, involving the two as con men in competition is hilarious. 

Two evening of laugh out loud pleasure. . . better than a trip to a spa.

What do you watch for light entertainment?

                                                


Wednesday, March 13, 2024

A Magical Time

                                                                                     

The star magnolia, forsythia, and flowering quince know it.

                                                             


  The tender green of the weeping willow flutters in the breeze.

                                                            

The weeping cherry is awash in palest pink.

And in their rocky nook, the hellebores reach for the sun.

And all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all shall be exceeding well.  Julian of Norwich.

Of course, it could still come a freeze--but nothing can take the beauty of this day from me.
                                                         

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Dent de Lion (repost)

  

Is it a weed or a wildflower? Dandelions are showing their cheerful sunny faces all over our farm just now.

Its jagged edged leaves, which account for the name “Tooth of the Lion,” pop up in gardens and lawns everywhere. Perfectionists deplore the dandelion but herbalists  value its diuretic powers. (An old name for dandelion was ‘Piss-a-beds.') 

In earlier times, the young leaves were a welcome Spring addition to the diet as a salad (or 'sallet' in the old time speech)or briefly sautéed with bacon and seasoned with a little vinegar.

And, of course, there's dandelion wine. It sounded so magical-- all summer in a bottle--in the Ray Bradbury tale of the same name but was truly foul in my one (failed) attempt at making it years ago.

Have any of you ever tasted -- or made dandelion wine?
 

Monday, March 11, 2024

Gateway to Spring

                                                                           








Sunday, March 10, 2024

Table Garden

                                                                                   











                                                                                  

                                                                              





Saturday, March 9, 2024

Why Are These Two Laughing?

                                                                     


I've probably told this story before, but yesterday, as I was sorting through boxes of old photos, I came upon two that, I'm pretty sure, document said story.

                                                    


Here's a slightly earlier photo to set the scene. Breakfast at my grandparents' house. It's around 1979 and the boys and I are visiting. On the trip down, I had talked with the boys about proper Tampa behavior--no peeing outside, particularly, and certainly, n0 using naughty words, even if they had heard their parents using them. 

They seemed to understand.


All had gone well, and we were enjoying a quiet breakfast when darling little Justin looked over at me, and, out of the blue said, "We don't say sh*t."

Thankfully, my grandmother was deaf, and my grandfather was crunching cornflakes so neither heard him.

But Ethan and I did.

                                                    



                                                     

Friday, March 8, 2024

Signs in the Blood Revisited

                                                                                     


I wrote SIGNS, my first published novel, over twenty years ago. It came out in 2005. I was thrilled, as a rank amateur, to be published by Bantam Dell, a divission of Random House--one of the biggies. It was the beginning of a wild rollercoaster ride and five more Elizabeth Goodweather books. 

A few days ago I began rereading this, my first-born. I was delighted to discover that it was better than I remembered. More than that, it captures so much of my life twenty years ago--the farm, the garden, the dogs . . .

But I had to laugh when I realized that in this book, Miss Birdie is 81--as am I.

I was in my early sixties when I wrote this book and, originally, so was Elizabeth, But I dropped her age back to 52, hoping to give her a bit more zing in her possible romantic life. As for Miss Birdie, 81 seemed incredibly ancient. 

And now, here I am. I've had people address me as Miss Vicki and, while I try to be gracious, I really dislike it. I named Miss Birdie after an old (!) woman I once met, never thinking that someday I too . . .

Life is weird, the longer it goes on.

                                                                                      


Thursday, March 7, 2024

Rainy, With a Chance of Forsythia

                                                                       


                                                                                       


                                                                                    


                                                                                     


Wednesday, March 6, 2024

FB Outage, Oh No!


Yesterday's massive Facebook outage got me. as it did so many others. Repeated attempts to log in, only to be told it was the wrong password and then, when I tried to make a new password, to be told an error occurred--frustrating to say the least. I quit trying, as I had housework to do.

So. while dealing with dishes and laundry and dusting and such, I had time to think. How important is FB to me anyway?

I joined, at the behest of my publisher, years ago. But now that I don't have a new or recent book to push, why stay?

Well, for one thing, I have a number of FB friends that I would miss hearing from. Some I've never met in person but they are important to me. For another, I get a fair amount of news and information of local interest.  And there's always someone to answer questions about local matters. Plus, it's a great resource if a dog goes missing. Not to mention all the pretty pictures of places I'll never go.

Ever since Covid, I've gotten quite used to socializing online, rather than in person. Even without the risk of Covid, online is easier, what with my increasing deafness and limited mobility. 

                                                    


Still, (are you listening, Zuckerberg?) if suddenly FB became a pay-to-play site, I'd quit. I figure all the ads that FB shows me are keeping Mr. Z in running shoes and yachts. 

This blog--also begun at the behest of my publisher--will probably continue for the foreseeable future. I was always rubbish at keeping a journal, but the blog has become a habit--and a handy way of looking up what was going on in my life on a particular date.

 If at some time in the future you can't find me on FB, look for my blog. The blog abides.