George Clooney, Caffeine Crashes, and Running Underwater.

•May 26, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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I know this writer, she’s funny to the bone. Growing up she always said, “One day I’ll be a writer for SNL.”

She and her sister are book addicts, but a 12-Step program is the last thing they need.

Her sister grew up saying this, “One day I want to live in a cardboard box on the street.”

Thankfully, neither one of them live inside a cardboard built villa. I’m pretty sure Jeff Bezos castle has a turret they funded, though.

Originally posted on Mallory Can't Even:

Hello and happy Tuesday! Sorry for the lack of a post yesterday! After returning from my Grandparents yesterday evening our power went out, and stayed that way for hours. By the time it did kick back on it was late in the evening and I was about a half hour away from going to bed. This whole weekend we bounced from tornado to flood watches, and needless to say, all activities remained indoors this Memorial day weekend!

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TomorrowLand

Friday after work Jake and I ventured to Alamo Drafthouse to see the new Disney movie, Tomorrowland. Alamo had crafted up a new themed menu for the film, which is one of the million reasons why they are coolest movie theater ever. I opted for “The Bright Future”, and it was wonderful! As for the movie, it was kinda meh. It was a pleasant surprise seeing Hugh Laurie though. I am…

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Memorial Day – 2015

•May 25, 2015 • 6 Comments

Memorial Day – 2015.

The Latest Buzz…

•May 24, 2015 • 4 Comments

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Before we get the latest buzz, let's just feast our eyes on this beauty.  She was looking a little weary the other day.  I raised her pot up out of the water, plucked off a few spent flowers, and had a long talk with her.  I told her she was pretty, that the sun would soon kiss her face and that we are fortunate to have her as a visitor.  I think the pep talk helped.

Before we get the latest buzz, let’s just feast our eyes on this beauty. She was looking a little weary the other day. I raised her pot up out of the water, plucked off a few spent flowers, and had a long talk with her. I told her she was pretty, that the sun would soon kiss her face and that we are fortunate to have her as a visitor. I think the pep talk helped.  (Cuphea)

Witnessing a bar room brawl.  Nasty barbs are being tossed around, all over the place.

Witnessing a bar room brawl. Nasty barbs are being tossed around, all over the place!  (Blue Borage)

Sipping the good stuff!

Sipping the good stuff!  (Lime Knifophia)

She's a buzzing and a sipping!

She’s a buzzing and a sipping!

I noted more green coloring than in years past.  Perhaps this Monarch is going camouflage.  It was a break in the heavy rains.  Surely the birds are about looking for groceries.

Look!  The Monarch nursery is busting loose.  This guy’s planning his get-a-way.  Seriously, he did not like me messing within the area.  I worked quickly.

He was climbing up to find out what was taking place.  He quickly began his descent.

He was climbing up to find out what was taking place. He quickly began his descent.

More beautiful than yesterday.  So many flowers yet to bloom.  I'm hoping these little Zinnias don't catch fungus.  Let's enjoy them while we can.

More beautiful than yesterday. So many flowers yet to bloom. I’m hoping these Dwarf Zinnias don’t catch fungus. Let’s enjoy them while we can.

Grey Santolina in bloom.

Grey Santolina in bloom.

 

A Lesson for Mom

•May 21, 2015 • 7 Comments

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My toys are out here, I know they are.  Surely the rain did not wash them away.

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I see them, over there, in the grass!  My pink tennis ball and my green lob toy.  Yippee!  Playtime.

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My lightbulb toy is in my dog run.  I left it there yesterday.

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I promise I’ll steer clear of this fun splash pool.

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And this one, too. 

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And I won’t mosey over here, either.  I promise.

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Where’s Mom?  (She got distracted again!  She went into her garden.  It will be awhile before she returns.  I hope she remembers we had a play date.)

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I’ll teach her a lesson!

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When she wants to go on a walk in a little while, I’ll teach her!

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(” THE DOG REFUSED TO GO ON A WALK WITH ME!”)

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I can’t believe she would refuse to play with me!

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(“Is Hannah upset with me?  I wonder why?”)

Sunshine & Rain, May 19, 2015

•May 19, 2015 • 14 Comments

 

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The artistry of a vine.  This beauty cropped up as a volunteer.  I believe it's a sugar pumpkin whose seeds did not fully compost.

The artistry of a vine. This beauty cropped up as a volunteer. I believe it’s a Sugar Pumpkin whose seeds did not fully compost.

Varigaeted Hydrangea that continues to amaze me.  From the bottom of the clustered lavender flower comes a delicate arrangement of larger blooms that encircle the flower head .

Variegated Hydrangea that continues to amaze me. From the bottom of the clustered lavender flower comes a delicate arrangement of larger blooms that encircle the flower head .

Speaking of butterflies...a Swallowrail flitted between the dill plants this afternoon.  One of my three dill plants is a nursery.

A Swallowtail flitted between the dill plants this afternoon. One of my three Dill plants is a nursery!  I look at these flowers and plants in awe, especially in light of the fact that so many have suffered dearly through this rainy, snowy start to the season.   And then my thoughts turn to those in the midst of continued historical droughts.  This year my blessings have been abundant; the garden that saves my sanity, offers me a place of solitude, and a wondrous place of joy for myself and my best friend, Hannah, is a gift beyond measure.

The dog that rescued me.  Say, "Hello" to Hannah.  ❤️

The dog that rescued me. Say, “Hello” to Hannah. ❤️

A lovely white Penta awaits the buzz and the flit of her busy winged friends.

A lovely white Penta awaits the buzz and the flit of her busily winged friends.  Her nectar is prize worthy.

Canna leaf wrapped by nature; during the next day she will unfurl her new leaf.

Canna leaf wrapped by nature; during the next day she will unfurl her new leaf.

Oh my goodness, her name escapes me. (I'll be back to let you know.)

Purple Pin Cushion Flower

One of two cucumber vines.  (Last week I harvested two cucumbers!)

One of two Cucumber vines. (Last week I harvested two cucumbers!)

(Georgia O'Keefe, I dedicate this to you.). A Daylily, kissing the sunlight.

(Georgia O’Keefe, I dedicate this to you.). A Daylily, kissing the sunlight.

The cilantro has already bolted!  'Tis okay, she provides nectar to the bees and butterflies.

The Cilantro has already bolted! ‘Tis okay, she provides nectar to the bees and butterflies.

Lime colored Marigold.  She unfolds in a wave of decending color.

Lime colored Marigold. She unfolds in a wave of descending color.  (A hurried shot as storms move in again.)

Look closely, what is it that awaits us?

Look closely, what is it that awaits us?  (You may need to click the photo.)

The herb, Borage, added to the organic garden to ward off unwanted predators.

The herb, Borage, added to the organic garden to ward off unwanted pests.

 

Chores, there are always chores, it is no wonder that I escape to the garden!  I run away from the tedious, the boring, the ever amassing, accumulation of duties within this house.  Out to the garden I go, followed by Hannah.  We have no time for nonsense, redundancy, the loathing of the necessary, everyday drudgery of chores. Should you come to visit, make entry through the side gate.  You are welcome to stay as long as you wish, but when we head in for ice tea and a sandwich we must do so quietly.  We must not wake the dust bunnies.

 

Rednecking 101

•May 13, 2015 • Leave a Comment

 

 

Proud to be a transplant

 

I don’t own cowboy boots, but that’s only because I suffer from dreams of indulgences beyond my means.  It’s easy for me to dash into any corner drugstore for a cheap pair of flip-flops and settle for anything-style/color, but this boot dream is off the charts crazy. Same thing goes for my horse.  The one I don’t own, have never ridden, and will most likely never see moseying up my drive-way.

There are simply some things in life that have to be a certain way, form, manner or fashion.  In no way will I settle for less.  I consider myself worthy AND entitled.  Hence the reason I never hesitated when it came down to investing in some equipment for my imaginary dude ranch.

Let me spell this out for you in more simple terms:  Necessity, is one thing, got to have! is quite simply an imperative, non negotiable right.  A freedom, if you will, to overlook the checkbook balance AND simply, “Go for it!”  Hell-fire and gee-whiz.  Guns ablazin’ and chimney smoke.

And so it came to be.  Now some will say I had a right to it from the get-go, livin’ here in Texas, and all.  But I ain’t a native gal.  Never was, never claimed to be, and in the midst of an August heat wave, can’t truly understand why anyone would want to lay claim to that right in the first place.  (Truth be told, I think that heat done burnt their senses all to Hades.)

You ready for this investment idea of mine?  Don’t go all native and start whupping and a hollerin’ … you’ll scare my imaginary horse and then I’ll have to shoot you with my cap gun:

 

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Thar ain’t nothin’ like rain, well, unless of course you’ve been visitin’ the fine folk of this here State of Texas the past couple of weeks.  Then you might just whack me a good one upside my ear and tell me to shush-my-mouth.  (We been rained on, hailed on, tornado’d on and flooded in/under and over upon, the likes we ain’t seen in almost forever…but seriously, and I do mean this in all sincerity:  I may be trying to humor up the journey, but many have lost loved ones, property and their whole livelihoods.  Please think about those that have been affected and raise them up in thought and prayer.)

And, for those who want to kick me in my britches for calling these fine folks, natives, don’t be throwing that Politically Correct stuff at me.  If you are born and raised in Texas you EXPECT the RESPECT of that honor, and the reason I didn’t capitalize the word is an easy answer.  I think each and every one of us is a native to the land we hail from, proud and worthy of it too.  Now put that cap gun away and move over yonder.  I gotta go round-up some more of my buckets.

I collect rain barrels buckets, but if I bring you a transplant from my garden, you get to keep your prize.  Ain’t they just down-right pretty?  Take a large nail and use your mighty hammer, punch holes in the bottom and sink ’em halfway into the soil.  You got yourself a redneck compost/water collection ‘dream-machine’!

This message is free-o-charge.  “Don’t Mess with Texas” … It ain’t nice to be unfriendly, and besides, we don’t like litter, unless you is a kitty-cat or a pile of snow we iz tryin’ to get away from.

 

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Heaven’s Irrigation System, May 10, 2015

•May 10, 2015 • 6 Comments

It’s time to belly up to the bar, slosh my way into the garden.  This weekly update is especially exciting.  A week ago on Monday we discovered our French drain was clogged. Thankfully our plumber worked his magic and we were ready for the latest onslaught of rains that came.  Came.  Kept coming. And are still coming, and will continue after a short delay.  Tomorrow promises us a clear day, but soon afterward we will be on our way to setting a record for Spring rains.  No complaints here!  Our lakes are filling and our exceptional drought threat is now abated.  Come along, let’s go see what we can see, while we can see it:

 

The area Hannah is headed for is where the cleared drains are located.  They are pushing water as quickly as they can.  Sadly, I think Hannah is about to be disappointed.  This is no stock pond, no deep ditch and a very sorry swim hole.

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At one point, water was scaling over the rock border and bringing debris from the compost. I’ll be power flushing the system once the rains move out, until then I can only hope that the organic matter spills onto the grass and adds a nitrogen boost of the major kind. (Thankfully, my Hydrangea’s are in a raised bed and do not appear to be in danger of root rotting.)

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Water runoff from my neighbor’s yard.  Thankfully we slope to the west from this spot. Oh, and look, the cucumber plants have a surprise!

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Picked the bounty of four yellow cherry tomatoes this week.  YUM!  (No photo…they were so delicious.)

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A quick dash through the splash and here’s an update on the herbs and veggies.

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Jack will soon take up residency.  (The “lovely” yellow bucket is an added compost/water station.  Those beans are growing so quickly, I’ll need to revitalize their soil with some topdressing.)

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Yes, there are my infamous bricks.  Still waiting for their install.  One day soon.  The scent of,  Off bug spray invades my nostrils as I type this.  Rather to go under from chemical poisoning than West Nile Virus.  We lost a good friend and dear band instructor last year.  Another friend suffered for months in the hospital and then went to rehab to learn how to walk again.  DFW area is Magnet City for the mosquitos that carry this dreaded illness.

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No, those are not snakes corralling at the A-OK Corral, just some twigs that were blown from the nearby trees and bushes as high winds approached.

 

 
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