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.
Can you tell the diff between an Eagle, and a Hawk? I can't. Though I think this is a hawk, because of how long he soars ~ back and forth ~ over the meadow. Preying on thos those pesky rodents that plague my garden. (Therefore I love him!) Eagles tend to sit still and then dive bomb those buggers.
We don't have much in the way of beautiful song birds in this rugged country. But, I think he is absolutely gorgeous. :)
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.