Some days I want to cover my eyes

“There cannot be enduring peace, prosperity, equality and brotherhood in this world if our aims are so separate and divergent, if we do not accept that in the end we are people, all alike, sharing the Earth among ourselves and also with other sentient beings, all of whom have an equal role and stake in the state of this planet and its players.”
~  Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck 

Double-blooming clematis from my garden.

Double-blooming clematis from my garden.

That Smell

Ooh, that smell
Can’t you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you, yeah

Thank you, Lynyrd Skynyrd, for penning today’s theme song. Allow me to explain.

Last fall while researching Build a Compost Tumbler, I learned all sorts of good stuff that helped me reinvigorate our composting process here at home. In fact, to Zippy’s absolute delight, we now have three compost bins (one free-standing and two tumblers). And one of the biggest changes to our composting method is that we no longer put weeds in our trash where they end up creating methane and carbon dioxide in the landfill.

Unwelcome plant aka WEED.

Unwelcome plant aka WEED.

The prickly lettuce, the bindweed, the thistles, the grasses gone to seed, all those things go into a lidded garbage can full of water.

You see, I learned from Bob Flowerdew** that weed seeds and roots will die if left submerged in water for two weeks. (Weeds are valuable compost materials that are often left out because of the fear that the invasive weeds will spread via the compost.)  But you know what else happens after those two weeks of submersion? The water is transformed into one of Mr. Flowerdew’s favorite things: vile liquids. He loves them because vile liquids are great additives to your composting piles. Vile liquids accelerate the composting process.

Early stages of the tumbler Zippy and I built before I wrote the book.

Early stages of the tumbler Zippy and I built before I wrote the book.

But if left too long, vile liquids will, oddly enough, give off the aroma you’d expect from a vile liquid. (Think farmyard plus death plus your next three least favorite smells). It’s imperative you wear old clothes and shoes while handling vile liquids, especially when you’ve allowed your weeds to marinate for a month or longer. (Oops.) And woe to you if you happen to splash any on exposed skin.

Ooh, that smell

So yes, I did handle vile liquids today. And yes, despite the latex gloves (you want one-use gloves for this chore), I got vile liquids on my hand and now all I can smell is that horrifying combination of stink. (The stink does go away, just never fast enough).

Lynyrd Skynyrd is playing on a loop in my head as I try my best to think ahead to the rich compost I’ll someday be adding back into the earth.
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**best compost-guru name ever!

A Meditation on Orange

Good thing I’m not planning on getting sent to prison
because if it’s true that Orange Is the New Black,
I’m in serious fashion trouble;
I look great in black and pretty close to dead in orange.
(I appear equally deadish in tan/beige which is what the inmates on the
show wear after they’ve been fully processsed into the system.)

I’m several episodes into Season 4 and am enjoying it more than
Season 3 which I thought was awful in a lot of ways.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Piper is best as a seasoning,
rather than an entree.
Most every other character is more compelling.
In fact, I can’t think of one who isn’t.

Come to think of it, maybe that’s the point.

Either way, I’m going to watch the rest of the season
and be grateful I can choose what I wear each day.
Because not all of us wear our orange as well as these poppies.

Happy poppies one day in May.

Happy poppies one day in May.

 

 

Friday Five: The Iris Edition

Just took a little tour of my front and back gardens. Last year I lost almost all iris blooms to a snowstorm so am thrilled at this year’s turnout. There are several stands of iris not yet in bloom, but these beauties are currently going all out:

Burgandy Iris

Brown Iris

Purple Iris

Cream Iris

This is one of my pure white iris planted next to several deep, deep purple iris, and I’m looking forward to that dramatic display:

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Wishing everyone a beautiful, blooming weekend!

Still Here: A Story of Daffodils and Me

In the fall of 2006, I was a mentee at the Rutgers One-On-One Conference where Laurie Halse Anderson was the keynote speaker. In addition to offering smart and funny insights into her writing journey, she offered us daffodil bulbs. True story.

Last Friday, I took this photo of my LHA flowers that keep on blooming, year after year:
Daffodils

The next day, it started snowing. And over the next twenty-four hours, more than two feet of snow fell on those daffodils.

Me several feet away from buried daffodils.

Me several feet away from the buried daffodils.

If I’d been thinking, I would’ve covered the flowers with a bucket to protect them from the elements. Alas, I didn’t think that far ahead. So now they’re beneath the rapidly melting snow where they may or may not recover from the shock of an April blizzard in Colorado.

I share a kinship with those flowers that goes beyond them symbolizing my connection to the children’s writing community. The daffodils and I have been on a nine-year journey together. Every year they push through the soil to face whatever comes their way, not knowing whether they’ll be greeted with sunshine or flurries. And every year I continue writing my stories, not knowing whether they’ll be greeted with warmth or snowy rejection.

It’s a risky business for those flowers and me, but we keep on doing what we need to do. And year after year, we prevail.
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On Being There for Those We Love

Yesterday morning I was in my yoga togs, ready for my routine, when the phone rang. It was Wildebeest. Bernice, his beloved elderly cat, was not doing well and Wildebeest was calling for support. Zippy and I divvied up responsibilities: he’d go as planned to help his mother with insurance/tow truck/etc following her Sunday night car accident (!), and I’d go to Wildebeest’s. I quickly changed into jeans, remarking that our Monday morning was now clearly in the Shit-Storm column rather than Sunshine-With-a-Strong-Chance-of-Clouds column.

The day got much harder and much shittier: Bernice died.

Beautiful Bernice (although this picture doesn't do her justice.)

Beautiful Bernice (although this picture doesn’t do her justice.)

Wildebeest adopted her soon after moving out and the two of them were best of friends. She got him through some very difficult times and over the years I was thankful for the unconditional love she gave my son. (Plus, she was a soft and beautiful cat with a quirky personality!)

Yesterday was a day of tears. One of those cry-until-your-face-hurts day of tears. But it was also a day filled with real emotions and conversation, and a little bit of laughter. Wildebeest and I were together for six hours, and while it was excruciating to witness his pain and loss, I was (and am) grateful I could be there. I’ve been off-and-on looking for a job, frequently beating myself up for being out of the employment game for so long, but yesterday reminded me of the benefits to being a non-salaried Mom.

RIP Bernice. You will always be in our hearts.
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Thankful Thursday: The Dan Quayle Edition

Allow me to explain.

It’s February and I’m longing for spring when flowers bloom.
So I went to last year’s photos and found this clematis:
Spring garden shots 015“Perfect,” I thought. “I’ll post it as Thankful Thursday: The Looking Forward Edition.”

But then I wanted to also include a quotation about the future,
so I searched for something eloquent to match my lovely flower.
And I came up with this:

“The future will be better tomorrow.”  ~
 Dan Quayle

A keeper, for sure, because not only am I longing for spring, I’m in desperate need of
laughter. But I won’t say anything more about that because as a wise man once said:

“Verbosity leads to unclear, inarticulate things.”  ~  Dan Quayle

Good News / Bad News

Good news: Spring is here!
Bad news: That 11-degree-below-zero freeze we had last November killed a bunch of spireas, sumacs, and possibly the cherry tree.
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Good news: Spring is here!
Bad news: The bind weed is back with a vengeance.
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Good news: Spring is here!
Bad news: It’s been so rainy the past week it feels more like Alaska than Colorado.
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GOOD NEWS: SPRING IS HERE!
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Seeing Things and Doing Things

Saw this beauty sunning itself on deck rail and captured with telephoto lens:
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The maple leaves are turning and I leaned over deck rail for a close-up look:
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The Christmas cactus sits next to the window so I zoomed in on its delicate beauty:
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Haven’t only been looking at lovely stuff, but am keeping my oath and making great progress on the final scenes of my YA. The End is in sight!

Three Blossoms, Three Perspectives

“Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.”                                   ~ Henry Ward Beecher

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“The age I’m at now, you go from being a young girl to suddenly you blossom into a woman. You ripen, you know? And then you start to rot.”  ~ Liv Tyler

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“People think that their world will get smaller as they get older. My experience is just the opposite. Your senses become more acute. You start to blossom.”                                                                                                           ~Yoko Ono

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Putting You On Notice, 2014

Still here.
It’s been a crap year so far,
and I’m trying hard not to hold it against 2014.

(If you click on me, I will fill your screen with yellowy-goodness!)

(If you click on me, I will fill your screen with yellowy-goodness!)

There’s still almost half a calendar year left, so there’s time to turn this ship around.
You hear what I’m saying, 2014?

Backyard Photographic Safari

We just had a gentle rainfall and then the sun came out
so I ventured into the backyard with my camera,
searching for some images.

Here’s the untouched documentation (you may click photos to enlarge):

Bumblebee and Lamb's Ear

Bumblebee and Lamb’s Ear

Valerian and Moonshine Yarrow

Valerian and Moonshine Yarrow

Wild Rose

Wild Rose

Apache Plume

Apache Plume

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything
else in the universe.  ~  John Muir
 

Beauty All Around

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.  ~ Khalil Gibran
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I’m totally down with your sentiment, Khalil, except maybe the wind could lay off my poppies? You know, so they could hold onto their bloom for longer than a day?

My Anniversary Gift

Zippy and I went to the Botanic Gardens yesterday evening
and as I came around a hedge, a wonderful seed-pod-like-thing
was blowing along the ground.

Tumbling and bouncing.

I held it for a few moments before setting it free again.

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Maybe I’ll see its offspring the next time I’m there . . .

The Eye of the Beholder

A landscaper friend of mine used to bring me
plants she’d thinned from other people’s gardens.

One day she showed up with iris bulbs and
when I asked what color they were she said, “Brown.”

“Brown? Who wants brown flowers?
I’ve got plenty of brown flowers that didn’t make it
through the heat of summer and you bring me
on-purpose brown flowers? Really, Judi?  Brown?!”
(We had that kind of relationship)

Fast-forward to this morning when I was waiting in
the driveway for Zebu and Wildebeest.
I looked over at the patch of blooming iris
and thought, “Aren’t they lovely?”

I’ve grown quite fond of my brown flowers.
Most gardens throughout my neighborhood have an iris display,
but I’ve yet to find another showcasing these brown beauties.

My iris are unique.
They aren’t brilliant yellow or gaudy purple or oh-so-delicate pink.
They’re brown.
And Iovely.

Which just goes to show how taste is not only subjective
but also apt to change. And so I draw the inevitable connection
to the writing life. No project will ever attract unanimous
adoration and it would be pointless and silly to have those expectations.
What isn’t silly, however, is remembering that tastes vary.

Sometimes it’s just a matter of locating the right garden.

It’s Sharon’s Birthday!

    

There's no one in LJ-land more generous with birthday wishes than ,
and I hope you'll join me in wishing Sharon a wondrous day.

May your birthday and the coming year bring you much love and happiness, Sharon!
(And lots of cake!)

Here's a little Vinca from me to you . . .

Solace in Bloom




       


Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.  
                                                                                 ~John Ruskin

 

                                                            © Tracy Abell 2011

Clematis Monday

                    

Here’s what’s growing on around here (get it? "growing on"?)

I crack me up.

This is the largest profusion of clematis blooms ever seen on this patio,
due to the sad demise of the neighbors’ crab apple tree which hung over 

this corner of the patio until the tree was mortally injured in an ice storm.

 

This next clematis plant is also blooming more than usual due to Coco 
not barking through the fence at the neighbors’ dogs quite as much this year.
Less barking = less trampling.
Good dog, Coco!
 
This clematis isn’t blooming any more than usual, but it is alive. We feared 
the closest plant to it had mysteriously died this winter (along with the vinca plants) 
but has recently greened up so maybe we’re witnessing a rebirth.
 
 
 
Well, friends, thank you for touring my patio with me.
If you care to join me, I’ll be out there in a bit with my morning coffee.
 
            

4th of July Flowers

       

Yesterday we made the trek to Kiowa
for the annual 4th of July picnic in the cow pasture.

Flowers weren’t as plentiful as last year,
and the yucca weren’t in bloom,
but I got some nice pics.

Here’s a bouquet of Scarlet Paintbrush:

Hope everyone had a grand weekend and that the coming week
is filled with the sweet silence of NoMoreFireworks.