Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
It is January, after all. My snowshoes are begging for attention.
And, so are my windowsill flowers. I gave everyone a might soak this morning.
While I was doing so I spotted the first intruder. My bugs are back. Geez! That didn't take too long.
I moved recently, just a few months ago, and so I took that grand opportunity to de-bug all of my plants. Cut them back, re-potted, and in many cases, just kicked 'em to the curb, if the infestation was too much. This is the first time, in 10 years, that I've been without a Plumeria blossom. :(
I've got gnats on my mind but there are lots of other pesky buggers out to mess with your indoor flowers..
Shower Time is a great way to rid yourself of aphids. Set beloved houseplants in the shower to wash off these nasty bastards.
I've had good luck with apple cider vinegar. (Set a small cup of it near your potted plants.) There is, of course, a wide array of chemical sprays you could use, but some of them are so toxic they could kill your cat.
* If bugs were as cute as these pictures, I probably wouldn't mind. Here's an i.d. of the most common criminals:
- Aphids: Persistent little green, brown, black bugs that collect on new plant growth.
- Mealy Bugs: White fluffy stuff collecting on plant stems.
- Scale: Hard brown shell hides a despicable character inside.
- Spider Mites: Little spider webs appear on flowers and leaves.
Good luck with your de-bugging and stay warm, my friends.
Thursday, January 08, 2015
'Tis a balmy 48 degrees! One week after it was 10 below zero. Windows are open, breeze blowing in. I hear the drip, drip of icicles melting away after 7 short days of real winter.
|Sable has the best view of local ski resorts, but she doesn't seem to care. Way more interested in a cookie.|
If the moose gets a coat, why can't the horse?
Some say it's the worst thing in the world to do. Others claim you're terrible if you don't dress 'em up.
I take my cues from the horse. I mean... after all... who are you to pass judgement? She's the gal standing outside all night long. When the temps hit 15 degrees below zero (unheard of around these parts) I had her decked out like Randy from that great movie, A Christmas Story.
And, she seemed quite delighted with the added warmth.
I don't get this weather but then I guess nobody gets the weather. It's just all crazy, all the time.
|I've filled the new house with gorgeous Amaryllis bulbs.|
I will say I love January, though. Be it bitterly cold or blessedly balmy.. I don't really care.
I love it because it's quiet. Because the holidays are over and all that silly stress is behind us.
|English Ivy will be transplanted outdoors, come summer.|
|Another stunning Amaryllis|
Did you make New Years resolutions? I made one. Yup. Just one. To be evil and self-serving throughout 2015.
Oh, I'm just kidding. I made this one:
Thursday, January 01, 2015
|This is what it looks like out my window when it is 6 degrees below zero.|
|I like watching birds out my window. Though I'm not too savvy on the subject. This is the red one.|
We all have our dirty little secrets. Some of us keep those secrets pretty close to the vest.
So far, I’m not having any difficulty ~ though when you’re a pro at quitting - as I am - you know that bliss will never last. I think I've succumbed to stress, and taken up smoking, 25 times in my short life. Which means I'm working on quit smoking #26.
Yeah. I got it down. In another few days I'll be going through some anger issues that makes Charlie Sheen look like a pussy cat. If you see me out and about? Beeline it to the opposite side of the street.
As I sit here on my blank slate New Year's morning of 2015.... the thing that keeps running through my head is this:
If I were to blog about my true life vs. the pretty flower part of my life? I'd have 200,000 followers on Twitter, not a measly 2. :)
Oh, the happy love of flowers is real. I could not survive without a daily dose of gardening. But, I'm pretty good at ignoring real life. Because some of it is not that appealing.
I'm not blogging. I'm flogging. I'm flogging that proverbial dead horse to death. I've said everything there is to say about flowers.
So, let's talk about Dave. Er... I mean Charise.
Just so ya know... When it comes to me and Christmas I'm very much an It's A Wonderful Life kinda gal. I simply adore those traditional 1940's movies. I prefer pine cones over tinsel trees... you get the conservative picture.
What the hell??
I cannot stop thinking about him. I mean her.
As New Year's Eve approaches, we all run around chanting this phrase -- A new year! A new me!
Okay, fine. I just have to say it one more time. What the hell?? And, here I was worried people might judge me for enjoying a cigarette, now and then...
I don't know Professor Canning but I've always loved this quote. If you're looking for guidance on a New Year's resolution this could be it.
Saturday, December 13, 2014
I wish there was a fragrance app I could add to this blog! The sweet perfume of Paper Whites fill the air. It's intoxicating.
They're just about the easiest (and fastest) indoor bulb to grow ~ but they can be a little dickens. Some sprout incredibly fast. Others, quite slow. The only guarantee is how delighted you'll be once they bloom.
But, I think I timed it right this year! This big, beautiful bud should be fully open by December 25th.
Update on the new digs (I moved 6 weeks ago.)
Things are coming along! I've got a garage full of new doors and no one to install them. If that job falls in my lap, they'll be done by May but I've still got my fingers crossed I can find a handyman desperate for some Christmas coin.
I like to keep life complicated (well, not really) ~ it wasn't as easy as me just moving. I moved. Then I had to go back to the old place, fix it up, and rent it out.
That chore, while trying to make this place liveable, had me wishing there were a few more hours in every day.
At last.. Planets aligned. Tenants moved in and I feel ~ once again ~ as if I'm walking on the sunny side of the street.
|Buddy: ratty cat ornament.|
I hauled out the fake snow, with grand plans to create a Charles Dickens village with my collection of wee houses. Came back into the room to find this ratty [Cat} ornament smack dab in the middle of my display.
On the flower front, Orchids now live in the bathroom. Bright light + high humidity = some crazy-ass flower power.
And, I started an herb garden! Because, you see, I didn't have nearly enough greenery to keep me busy. :))
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
If you got a late start on planting Amaryllis bulbs, plant in water vs. soil.
Speeds up growing time. :)
Wow. What a difference it makes to be looking out a new window, at a new view. (Which I will show you. Just as soon as I get in gear and wash the windows! :) I had no idea I was in such a rut until I pulled up stakes and moved back into town. Where everybody walks funny.
I should probably explain that... when you live in a ski town, winter is a deluge of tourists. They show up here to ski and when the day is done, they go shopping in their ski and snowboard boots. (Which don't work very well on flat, or slippery, surfaces.) I'm not sure why tourists won't take the time to put on a sensible pair of shoes, or why they have to grocery shop en masse, instead of assigning this duty to one person.
I hear them hollering across several aisles of the grocery store. Should we get potato chips? I could totally go for some chips!! Gleeful. On vacation. Without a care in the world. Permission to indulge in all kinds of taboo goodies because, you see, we skied.
Apple Blossom Amaryllis
It's part of why I'm so happy here. Because everyone else is...
|Paper Whites come in yellow, too.|
Here? Everyone compliments you on your decision to call this place home ~ right after they corner you on why they can't find wine in the grocery stores.
Me, in my sensible shopping shoes, it's easy to tell I'm a local. From now, through April, there will be plentiful interruptions as I'm pushing my shopping cart to, and fro.
How was your Thanksgiving?
I'm still beating myself up over mine. Major setbacks: I made a from-scratch cream of mushroom soup in order to create the ultimate green bean casserole.
The recipe called for red wine... Eee gads. My green beans turned a ghastly purple color and guests avoided it like that proverbial plague.
The turkey, however, was perfect in every way. Because I wasn't in charge of roasting it.
Everyone claimed they had a fabulous time. Chalk that up to the case of champagne.
And, now, suddenly, it's December?
And, I need a tree.
Perish the thought... but I'm leaning toward a fake tree this year. Freshies are going for $18 a foot! I don't think a one-foot-tree will look all that festive. :)
Native to New Mexico, Poinsettias happily re-bloom in our high desert climate.
What's your take on the whole Christmas tree dilemma? Do you buy a fresh-cut tree?Opt for the faux variety? Curious minds need to know...