hey y'all.
i stepped out on the balcony to re-arrange some things and i was entranced by the beauty God blessed us with today.
i observed the shining sun with much appreciation, noted the gusting wind blowing thru the naked branches of the willow trees with thanks and prayer (tornadoes in some parts...), and i was delighted and amused to hear frogs singing.
i stood there for a few minutes, to soak it all in. upon closer observation, i saw that the willow trees are budding already.
all this mid-february.
thanks God, for showing us that despite the fact that we haven't been great stewards of this earth you've given us to call home, we are still your valentines. :-)
Showing posts with label greenery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greenery. Show all posts
Monday, February 18, 2008
Thursday, August 2, 2007
174: watermelon
baby bliss and i were seriously jonesing for watermelon in here y'all.
even though we have supermarkets in walking distance, i hate getting it from the tarris heeter, moolb, and lood fion.
we used to get it at the local farmer's market but the closest one is almost on the other side of town. thank God for our local farmers.
when we drove to #1 Auntie's house a few weeks back, y'all remember i said we rolled thru farm areas on our way up? did i say i made a mental note to go back for produce?
baby bliss and i went today. the first place we stopped didn't have watermelon. :-( the man said for us to go see "that boy up the other side of the road".
so up we went to the other side of the road. "that boy" turned out to be a man older than my momma. o.O
aside: but in the south, every male is probably called boy by someone older than himself. shoot, my grandma still calls me a girl and i'm 40.
baby bliss and i really wanted that watermelon. and the man was so nice (and the watermelon so cheap) we decided to get some green beans (also known as string beans and pole beans) when he asked if we wanted some.
when we got home, baby bliss was darn near salivating to taste the fruit. but wonderful character-building momma that i am, i made her empty and re-load the dish washer, clean up her breakfast crumbs, then wash and dry her breakfast tray.
can y'all believe that lil mermaid got an attitude and rolled her eyes at me for making her work? i kid y'all not. and then she had the nerve to flop herself on the floor and lay down with her arm across her forehead. like she was exhausted.
instigating me said, "what's wrong? are you tired?" y'all know the response was more eye rolling. i just laughed at her. makes me no nevermind if she wants to act a fool. long as she did what momma said, we're alright.
i guess it was another 15 or 20 minutes 'fore we got to taste the watermelon.
did i tell y'all we got sugar babies? i've never gotten 'em before cuz anything with "sugar" in the name was just bound to be too sweet for me. i'm the one who adds a finger of water to most of my juice.
the best thing about the sugar baby is the size. ours were just right for "personal". i let baby bliss cut and serve. she halved it expertly, grabbed two giant bowls, then plopped each half right in 'em.
plastic knives and forks were all we needed to eat our way to two big ole melon bellies.
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even though we have supermarkets in walking distance, i hate getting it from the tarris heeter, moolb, and lood fion.
we used to get it at the local farmer's market but the closest one is almost on the other side of town. thank God for our local farmers.
when we drove to #1 Auntie's house a few weeks back, y'all remember i said we rolled thru farm areas on our way up? did i say i made a mental note to go back for produce?
baby bliss and i went today. the first place we stopped didn't have watermelon. :-( the man said for us to go see "that boy up the other side of the road".
so up we went to the other side of the road. "that boy" turned out to be a man older than my momma. o.O
aside: but in the south, every male is probably called boy by someone older than himself. shoot, my grandma still calls me a girl and i'm 40.
baby bliss and i really wanted that watermelon. and the man was so nice (and the watermelon so cheap) we decided to get some green beans (also known as string beans and pole beans) when he asked if we wanted some.
when we got home, baby bliss was darn near salivating to taste the fruit. but wonderful character-building momma that i am, i made her empty and re-load the dish washer, clean up her breakfast crumbs, then wash and dry her breakfast tray.
can y'all believe that lil mermaid got an attitude and rolled her eyes at me for making her work? i kid y'all not. and then she had the nerve to flop herself on the floor and lay down with her arm across her forehead. like she was exhausted.
instigating me said, "what's wrong? are you tired?" y'all know the response was more eye rolling. i just laughed at her. makes me no nevermind if she wants to act a fool. long as she did what momma said, we're alright.
i guess it was another 15 or 20 minutes 'fore we got to taste the watermelon.
did i tell y'all we got sugar babies? i've never gotten 'em before cuz anything with "sugar" in the name was just bound to be too sweet for me. i'm the one who adds a finger of water to most of my juice.
the best thing about the sugar baby is the size. ours were just right for "personal". i let baby bliss cut and serve. she halved it expertly, grabbed two giant bowls, then plopped each half right in 'em.
plastic knives and forks were all we needed to eat our way to two big ole melon bellies.
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
115: my neighbors are...
decent.
the upstairs neighbors are a bit clunky but mostly quiet. thank God they are much quieter than the previous neighbors.
the previous neighbors had a little boy who needed to be tied to a chair. he would run the length of the apartment, pausing long enough to tie bricks to his feet, climb a piece of furniture, then jump to the floor. what a nifty trick for one so small. several times a day i thought our kitchen cabinets would fall to the floor in protest.
they moved out less than a month after we moved in. amen.
we never hear the young lady next door but we see her sometimes. she's nice, seems quiet. she says hello and smiles when we see her. the people across the hall share part of a wall with us but we never hear them either. we see them less than we see our next door neighbor.
the people downstairs are friendly. we only hear them when they come outside on their patio. they have a little girl who is several years younger than our daughter. their little one is tiny, delicate, pretty. she loves to play bubbles with my daughter. she comes out and calls to my daughter in a cute sing-song voice. my daughter blows bubbles down to her and our wee neighbor laughs as she runs across the green grass to catch them.
they have invited us to dinner a few times but we haven't been down yet. my hubby usually gets home too late. :-(
i am grateful for good neighbors. "-)
p.s. if you're nosey (like me) you can giddyup to the CrazyHipBlogMamas carnival and see what kinda neighbors other folk have.
some prolly need your prayers so hurry up!
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the upstairs neighbors are a bit clunky but mostly quiet. thank God they are much quieter than the previous neighbors.
the previous neighbors had a little boy who needed to be tied to a chair. he would run the length of the apartment, pausing long enough to tie bricks to his feet, climb a piece of furniture, then jump to the floor. what a nifty trick for one so small. several times a day i thought our kitchen cabinets would fall to the floor in protest.
they moved out less than a month after we moved in. amen.
we never hear the young lady next door but we see her sometimes. she's nice, seems quiet. she says hello and smiles when we see her. the people across the hall share part of a wall with us but we never hear them either. we see them less than we see our next door neighbor.
the people downstairs are friendly. we only hear them when they come outside on their patio. they have a little girl who is several years younger than our daughter. their little one is tiny, delicate, pretty. she loves to play bubbles with my daughter. she comes out and calls to my daughter in a cute sing-song voice. my daughter blows bubbles down to her and our wee neighbor laughs as she runs across the green grass to catch them.
they have invited us to dinner a few times but we haven't been down yet. my hubby usually gets home too late. :-(
i am grateful for good neighbors. "-)
p.s. if you're nosey (like me) you can giddyup to the CrazyHipBlogMamas carnival and see what kinda neighbors other folk have.
some prolly need your prayers so hurry up!
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Saturday, June 16, 2007
101: a day for daddies
my hubby will be surprised that we got him father's day gifts this year.
he usually gets me some small stuffed animal and a card for mother's day and/or valentine's day and a card with an equally inappropriate gift for my birthday.
yeah i know, i know. he's doing his best and it's all done with love. but here's the thing: i have told him a gazillion times NOT to buy me gifts. in all the years i've known him (14), i can recall 2 gifts he's gotten me that i loved. one was a stephen king book and the other was a brooch that i've yet to wear.
i'm more of a practical person. please don't buy me any jewelry (cuz i've got lots already; the good stuff is locked away and the fun stuff i make myself). similarly, don't buy me anything to wear. i'm hard to fit and i have a style that's not always off-the-rack. shoes: ditto.
i like books, pencils, paper, pens, saline solution, essential oils, sesame oil, sea salt...
going out to eat is fun too but that's gotten to be terribly predictable over the years. paying lots of cash to take one's chances on getting a superbly mouthwatering meal is not my idea of a slamming birthday celebration. i'd rather just have cake and ice cream cuz truly, how many ways can you pluck that one up?
besides, dessert is my favorite part of most meals.
but here's a secret y'all. this year i'd really like to have a party for my birthday. i haven't had one since i was 16. however, i'm the organizer of the family so if i don't plan it, it won't be right. not that i'm a control freak (i'm learning to let go. i'm learning to let go. i'm learning to let go...) but who wants to go to a party where the planners have fixed everything according to what THEY like, birthday girl be damned? not i.
i had a wedding like that once. my ex's relatives just took it upon themselves to decorate the way they wanted, to hell with my wishes. they also ate a lot of the reception food before the WEDDING even started. food they did not pay for nor contribute to in any way. now how ghetto is THAT?!
but ooops! as usual, a sista done got all off the subject!
i was sposed to be tellin' y'all what we got my hubby for father's day, all at the urging of my daughter cuz i forgot i said i was gonna buy him a new wallet. (which i still might do...)
she picked out a nice belt cuz she was so thoughtful as to notice that daddy's belt is beginning to look trashed. she also picked out a beautiful plant from the market. it's a small tree thingie that i can't remember the name of now. it's very pretty and needs very little water (thank God).
still, i'll need to look it up online to be sure it gets its proper care. i'm bad with plants that need special attention. i have the bamboo (that aren't TRUE bamboo, tho everyone who has it probably thinks it is) and i have The Others. The Others are currently boarding with relatives cuz we never picked them up after we moved.
The Others are mostly carefree. but they're getting lots of care at the boarding house. i wonder what will happen to them when they get back here. we've already killed off a few plants (school projects) this year and last. :-(
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he usually gets me some small stuffed animal and a card for mother's day and/or valentine's day and a card with an equally inappropriate gift for my birthday.
yeah i know, i know. he's doing his best and it's all done with love. but here's the thing: i have told him a gazillion times NOT to buy me gifts. in all the years i've known him (14), i can recall 2 gifts he's gotten me that i loved. one was a stephen king book and the other was a brooch that i've yet to wear.
i'm more of a practical person. please don't buy me any jewelry (cuz i've got lots already; the good stuff is locked away and the fun stuff i make myself). similarly, don't buy me anything to wear. i'm hard to fit and i have a style that's not always off-the-rack. shoes: ditto.
i like books, pencils, paper, pens, saline solution, essential oils, sesame oil, sea salt...
going out to eat is fun too but that's gotten to be terribly predictable over the years. paying lots of cash to take one's chances on getting a superbly mouthwatering meal is not my idea of a slamming birthday celebration. i'd rather just have cake and ice cream cuz truly, how many ways can you pluck that one up?
besides, dessert is my favorite part of most meals.
but here's a secret y'all. this year i'd really like to have a party for my birthday. i haven't had one since i was 16. however, i'm the organizer of the family so if i don't plan it, it won't be right. not that i'm a control freak (i'm learning to let go. i'm learning to let go. i'm learning to let go...) but who wants to go to a party where the planners have fixed everything according to what THEY like, birthday girl be damned? not i.
i had a wedding like that once. my ex's relatives just took it upon themselves to decorate the way they wanted, to hell with my wishes. they also ate a lot of the reception food before the WEDDING even started. food they did not pay for nor contribute to in any way. now how ghetto is THAT?!
but ooops! as usual, a sista done got all off the subject!
i was sposed to be tellin' y'all what we got my hubby for father's day, all at the urging of my daughter cuz i forgot i said i was gonna buy him a new wallet. (which i still might do...)
she picked out a nice belt cuz she was so thoughtful as to notice that daddy's belt is beginning to look trashed. she also picked out a beautiful plant from the market. it's a small tree thingie that i can't remember the name of now. it's very pretty and needs very little water (thank God).
still, i'll need to look it up online to be sure it gets its proper care. i'm bad with plants that need special attention. i have the bamboo (that aren't TRUE bamboo, tho everyone who has it probably thinks it is) and i have The Others. The Others are currently boarding with relatives cuz we never picked them up after we moved.
The Others are mostly carefree. but they're getting lots of care at the boarding house. i wonder what will happen to them when they get back here. we've already killed off a few plants (school projects) this year and last. :-(
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Monday, June 11, 2007
84: cut grass
it's one of the smells i hate.
i also don't like the sounds associated with cutting grass. at least not when they're very near by. it seems that no matter the season, our landscapers cut the grass at least twice a week.
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
when they cut anywhere near our windows, i have to seal us up like sardines in here. the smell of the grass is bad enough. but the little things that are disturbed by the mowers float right up into our windows and that's worse. my throat gets itchy then my eyes feel swollen and my nose gets outta whack too. i guess these are allergy symptoms?
and the kindling for the fire: every parking space around--you guessed it--either backs to a grassy area or is so close that grass on the car (or in the car if you've inadvertently left your windows open) is inevitable.
it's all just too darned annoying!
in my next life, the beach will be my backyard. :-)
oh crap! they're right under my windows right now! gotta run! :-(
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i also don't like the sounds associated with cutting grass. at least not when they're very near by. it seems that no matter the season, our landscapers cut the grass at least twice a week.
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
when they cut anywhere near our windows, i have to seal us up like sardines in here. the smell of the grass is bad enough. but the little things that are disturbed by the mowers float right up into our windows and that's worse. my throat gets itchy then my eyes feel swollen and my nose gets outta whack too. i guess these are allergy symptoms?
and the kindling for the fire: every parking space around--you guessed it--either backs to a grassy area or is so close that grass on the car (or in the car if you've inadvertently left your windows open) is inevitable.
it's all just too darned annoying!
in my next life, the beach will be my backyard. :-)
oh crap! they're right under my windows right now! gotta run! :-(
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