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State of The Compound Greenery

April 6th, 2011 (12:52 pm)

I believe that inhaling paint fumes and shedding tears for a couple of hours each day over Sally Field has befogged my brain. The trellis next to my porch is climbed by both Confederate and Carolina jasmine. The Carolina--yellow--blooms a couple of times annually and has done well in spite of recent years' winter and summer droughts and our few hard freezes. However, the Confederate jasmine hasn't bloomed for two or more years, and I was beginning to think the Carolina vines had overtaken it as surely as Sherman overtook Georgia.

Today as I was wandering around the yard--in my nightgown, of course, a sure way to draw traffic down our street because heaven forfend I not make a fool of myself--I wouldn't have even noticed the trellis had it not been for that heavenly scent. The South has risen again.


Vines heavy with Confederate jasmine.


A closer look. Wish you could smell it.


Also thanks to the aroma, I noticed my mother's amaryllis tucked into the corner of that bed. I don't believe it's bloomed since the year she died, but it looks like nature has helped it bounce back. I'm not catching it at its prettiest, but I'll watch it in case better photo ops come my way.



Nora Walker's got nothing on me.

Random

April 3rd, 2011 (03:06 pm)


It's been a while since the table looked like this on Craft Night. Lindsey was Bedazzling a Shake Weight for use as an honorary "reward" for a group in Rhonda's office. (Apparently one becomes temporary owner of the Shake Weight of Shame after a screw-up.)

Here it is in an unfinished but still glam state:


Meanwhile, I'm working on a new series of paintings that will hang at Té House of Tea during the month of May. More on that as it develops. =) In between bouts of painting and cooking and gym going and other things, I'm weeping copious amounts of tears over "Brothers and Sisters" on Netflix. I love family drama with a good ensemble cast. I'm in Season 2 now.

Just some stuff

March 29th, 2011 (06:25 pm)

Do you have days when you hate the Internet and days when you love it? Today's a love-it kind of day for me. I'm never sure why, except that ANY day I don't read comments on online articles is always better.

My thoughtful neighbors Jeff and Jason knew I was sad when our unusual winter freezes damaged and killed a lot of my flowers, so they brought a flat of Sweet Williams over for me to plant.



We've lived in this house since 1995, and our botanicals over the years have included gifts (and often, sweat equity) from many friends. Not only am I thankful for their generosity, but their persistent faith that I might manage not to kill everything, my history to the contrary, is touching. A shout-out to the believers, including Steve R, Lynne and Craig, James, Steve V, Amy, Tim, Kathy S, Sarena, Debby, my mother, Princess Patti, Lindsey and Rhonda, and the guy next door, who donated tons of his plants to us when he moved to another city. Those include a little tree that's in a pot in the back yard. I have no idea what this tree is, but often when I take my eyes off Guinness, she climbs into the pot to nibble on the leaves. I've never been able to catch her in time to shoot a photo of this. Pixie likes those leaves, too. I've tasted them but can't understand the appeal. To me, they taste like ordinary leaves.

It'll be a little harder for Guinness now because I've put a fairy in that pot next to the tree. It's solar-powered, but since I just did it today, I haven't yet seen what kind of glow it casts at night. It was a donation to the cause from Lisa K.



ETA: You can see the fairy at night here.

The other night, Tom, Tim, Lynne, Lindsey, and Rhonda took me out for a birthday dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, The Ambassador. What I didn't know was that Lisa K had gotten in touch with Tim and surprised me by joining us. Sneaky Aries!


There's actually a photo where Tim and I look happier, but Lynne's eyes are open in this one, so I chose it.


Figured it was the least I could do for the person who made my DELICIOUS birthday cake. From scratch, so she could make it sour cream chocolate with sour cream chocolate frosting. She knows me so well.



Lisa gave me another little garden item, too. This one's in the pot with the resurrected impatiens and daisies.



To prove no good deed goes unpunished, Lisa forgot the rest of her dinner entree that she had boxed up for lunch on Sunday. But we enjoyed it! Thanks, Lisa. And thanks Tom, Tim, Lynne, and The Brides for this part of my fun birthday. More to come!


(For 'Nathan--'cause it's not a party until there's a Chinese take-out box.)

For my sister

March 24th, 2011 (05:47 pm)

First bloom from the impatiens you saved:

Clouds, clouds, clouds

March 19th, 2011 (10:25 pm)

We have too many clouds tonight for me to see the supermoon, or perigee-syzygy. I've enjoyed reading the lunatic* speculations that abound online about two things that happen every month, just not always on the same night.

ETA: Flickr group right here if you'd like to see more than 3700 supermoon shots from around the world.

I stood on the front porch for a while, but along with no moon sightings, there were no werewolves or earthquakes. Still, the night's not over. I'll keep you posted.

While outside, I didn't see the little guy (or maybe it's a female; who knows) who's been visiting our redbud tree with frequency. I was able to get a photo of him the other night, thanks to Tom letting me know he was there.



Maybe when I go out later, he'll be hunting. The neighborhood does provide plenty of prey--I saw a little gray prey running along the phone wire the other night and into our pine tree, but Owl apparently wasn't hungry, because he kept watching Margot. Apparently owls, too, can be described by that old phrase, "His eyes were bigger than his stomach."

*See what I did there?

Good day, Sunshine

March 14th, 2011 (06:30 pm)



The sun has been coy. We began the day with a rousing thunderstorm--much appreciated by all but Margot and probably Rex!--and for the rest of the day, the sun has come and gone like a drama queen on Facebook.

I remarked to Tom yesterday how strange it seems that people can be suffering so acutely on part of the planet--So sorry, Japan--at the same time others get to enjoy beautiful days. Yet I know that when we're in the middle of drought or hurricane cleanup, I like seeing those beautiful days elsewhere as a reminder that Nature will be beautiful where I am again.

Though I know food posts are like dreams--mainly interesting only to the dreamer or chef--I can't help but share...


My happiness in being able to go outside to cut my own rosemary and lemon verbena.


To put on this foil-wrapped salmon.


That I'm serving with lightly sauteed vegetables on a bed of saffron rice topped with a bit of crumbled feta.


Along with a salad and herb/garlic bread. Should I set a place for you? You don't like fish? Me, either, so much. That's why that tiny piece of salmon is mine, and--full disclosure--I've got a few popcorn shrimp to go along with it, because I love shrimp.

Magnetic Poetry 365:71

March 12th, 2011 (06:59 pm)





For those playing along, I made "daisy" from "d," "air," "s," and "y"; and "answer" from "an," "s," and "flower," if you'd rather use those words and letters.

Craft Night

March 12th, 2011 (01:33 am)



The only crafty things that happened at The Compound were my attempt to get better photos with my phone's camera and dogs jockeying for position on the couch with Tim. Pixie, being spooned by him, and Penny and Sugar, cuddled together at his feet, were the clear winners. At this point, Rex had vanished into a bedroom, and Guinness was on the floor at my feet. Meanwhile, Margot had declared the crate in the dining room her new Fort Emo and was repelling any invasion attempts with her breath.

Ack

March 7th, 2011 (02:16 pm)
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I can't really afford it, but I have to do something about The Compound trees. In fact, it's way overdue. So finally I bit the bullet and started calling the referrals I've received from friends.

Here's the way it's gone so far:


This mailbox is full and can accept no more messages.


You have reached the residence of...



[ring... ring... answer click... disconnect click]


The number you have reached is no longer in service.


[ring... ring... ring...] Infinity. No answer, no machine, no nothing.


Sometimes, five strikes and you're out.

Tuesday: brought to you by the color gray

March 1st, 2011 (02:24 pm)

It's a gorgeous day in Houston--bright and bold enough to make gray safe to share with some random shots I've taken.


Galveston on February 27.


Squirrel!


Gray Chucks on red wood.


Eeyore gets a surprise in Pooh Garden.


Big Mama.

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