Pea planting time once again. Stealing a post from my Facebook page; “I may be dizzy and I may be tired but by gawd the peas are planted, and a row of red onions too.” Yes this evening I had Marideth run me in to Willow Springs to the hardware store to buy some pea seeds. I was firm in the belief that there were scads of pea seeds in our stash but found nothing the last few times I looked for them. So a very warm sunny day, a big recuperative nap, and I braved the garden for the first time this spring.
It was exhausting and even more so, it was haphazard. Totally out of character for me. I didn’t soak my peas. I didn’t carefully measure one half-inch between each seed. I kinda just threw them in a shallow furrow and covered them up. Say la vee. There will be peas because peas are hardy.
Y’all may know I’ve been without a computer for a couple of weeks – failing logic board – whatever that means – I’m really just a gir…err gardener. So I’ve been blogging from my phone which seems to be okay and somewhat workable. Two problems though. I miss a lot of typos and I have not been able to figure out how to get new media to my media file for use in posts. Cause like you know I really like to use pics. Slightly annoying to not be posting photographs.
If you would like to read more about my thoughts and plans on pea planting and see some pea pics (hehehe)just use the little search bar and type in pea. You will be led astray…I mean you will be led to pea posts. Really.
Tomorrow I pick up my new MAC! Yea!!
I’ve been a little dizzy lately. You may think me dizzy much of the time in spite of my hair color – but this is a new kinda dizz. And that is quite enough in the off color remarks for me on the topic.
We, meaning me and rhe doctor and family and loved ones of course, are hoping that the varying doses of meclizine and a bit of Mucinex will clear it right up. It’s been just over 48 hours and I am still a dizzy person. Oh sure it has changed, evolving from positional and puke yer toenails up dizzy to persistant just off balance watch every step dizzy.
The second kind of dizzy is preferable. I think. This has been really annoying and has caused much teeth gnashing. If you know me well then you know what all might be included in “teeth gnashing”. Short of having a full fledged tantrum. I have been quiet, cried, slept a lot, and been a bit of a bear to be around. I love rhe fact that my loved ones love me.
Now lets seguay into the plural part of health issue. Seems the ole ticker ain’t what it used to be. Too fast – or in medical lingo tachycardia. Yep. They have drugs for this. I am taking said drugs. My heartrate is still tachy part of the time. I have been assured that it will improve. In the meantime I am tachy – but some of you know that already. I mean really, have you ever noticed the socks I wear? Or don’t wear.
So mainly what I am saying here is this – I have maybe been evasive, contrary, secretive, less than present of late. This is why. No excuses, just fact.
Ya’all have a great day and please- remember – nothing stays the same forever. Enjoy every moment,
At the Folk Alliance International Conference last week
“The Appleseed Collective”
From the mezzanine at the Sheraton
The obligatory selfie, a reflection of course
Jori and Melanie of Big Bad Gina – at one of their showcases
Texan singers in the Link.
In the hope of kick starting spring! A new header.
More snow than anyone in the Ozarks needs or wants and I am sure there is plenty of nitrogen fixed in the soil. Not as much snow as many places, especially back East, we are all for the most part “over it”. These bright little purple flowers are some of the first in spring – often as the snow is melting. With highs below freezing and nighttime temps still near zero it will be a while before we see these beauties. In an effort to brighten the day I present the spring header.
In another arena; much work at Moonmooring clearing a room for Gene’s office space. Who would have this much stuff!? Me I guess. Much of it on its’ way to the booth on the square in West Plains.
One view of the “stuff” that came out of the little office space.
And another view of the mess we made that day.
Empty and ready for a cleaning and some handyman work.
Several months ago when my hair was somewhat shorter!
Moonmooring’s pathetic flamingo flock freezing their arses off in the snow.
I usually put too many ingredients in pasta salad. Today is different! I started with some delightful roasted red peppers and they smelled so darn good I decided that would be the main ingredient. Along with a few other things.
I used two handfuls of coarsely chopped roasted red peppers, a one inch piece of finely minced white onion, a heaping tablespoon of homemade pesto, 1/4 cup of parmesan cheese, 1/2 cup coarsely broken Feta cheese, 4 big fat green olives chopped, and two cups of cooked spirals. The salad was then doused with olive oil, red wine vinegar, black pepper and a sprinkle of sea salt. All to taste of course.
As we say in the Ozarks; Bonnie Appetite!
Dedicated to my son, Adrian, who will be a new father soon. And to Holly his lovely wife. Who will be a new mother at the same time!
Adrian’s father took these photos in 1983 during Adrians first year.
- Just days old and home from the hospital in his Christmas stocking
A New years (almost) baby. Wearing “Snoopy” doll clothes.
Angelic for Valenties Day
Luck o the Irish. His first time to sit up in the high chair. Quite a lot of propping was used.
Bright light! Easter
One of Adrian’s first hammers. He always loved them and could drive a nail by the time he was two.
Halloween – one of my favorite halloween costumes was the year Adrian dressed as Santa Claus and passed out candy door to door.
Christmas and a full year gone by.
January 2, 2014
Roxanne and Addie
Today found Roxanne, Addie and me spending a day together working, looking through old photos and rekindling a long sparse relationship. Sixteen years of mostly absent space between us, we quickly found ease and comfort with each other. Hugging, joking, sharing tears.
Her father and she lived with me at Moonmooring for five years before he died in my arms in the living room, the children at our side, of bone cancer. Circumstances dictated she not be able to stay with me, the only mother she had known. There is a huge story here but not one I am willing to go into today.
This is a huge page in my Book of 2014.
Michael and Roxanne – 97 or 98