Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Bad Dog has zero sense of humor when it comes to Christmas preparations.
A gentle snow falls outside my window, muffling the sounds of passers by. Everything feels prettier, and infinitely more magical, when fresh snowflakes decorate the garden.
A holiday gift of winter white Hydrangeas.
I suppose it seems strange that a passionate planter, such as myself, would have a love affair with winter but that's probably because my winters are milder than most.
Stepping outdoors is not a death defying act as it sometimes was in frigid Minnesota. Utah winters are downright balmy. Plentiful snows come as quiet decoration vs. the arctic blasts and bitter winds, common in the Midwest.
Gifts of Paper Whites grown for my gardening friends.
And, I'm particularly loving this morning's snowfall because it coincides perfectly with my own self-prescribed break in the action.
It is the Saturday before Christmas. And where are YOU with YOUR to-do list?
I hate to make you all jealous and such but mine's done. Because this is just how weird I am ~ I set myself a deadline that's a good week ahead of the real one.
Normally, I'm a red purist but this peachy keen Poinsettia was irresistible.
The gift I wanted to give myself this year may seem kind of silly. Possibly even selfish. I wanted some quiet time to focus on the wanna dos vs. the gotta dos.
To bake some cookies for the horses. And, maybe for the humans, too. To try my luck at a few homemade bath products for skier friends. To take my poor, neglected Bad Dog up to the top of Round Valley for our first snowshoe of the season.
To have some time to simply.... Goof. Off.
Here's hoping you can find some time to do that, too. :D
~~~~~~~~ 'Tis the Season: Meg and Bad Dog Approved Recipes ~~~~~~~~~~
- 2 cups grated carrots
- 2 cups grated apples or applesauce
- 4 tablespoons corn oil
- 1/2 cup molasses
- 2 teaspoons salt
- 2 cups rolled oats
- 2 cups whole wheat flour
Bake @350 for about 20 minutes
Bad Dog's Bacon Biscuits
Roll into bite-size balls and bake @350 for about 45 minutes.
- 4 cups whole wheat flour
- 1 cup skim milk
- 2 eggs
- 2 cups crumbled bacon bits
- 1/2 cup corn oil
- 1/2 - 3/4 cup water
And, for the kitties? Save yourself the trouble! Nothin' beats a fresh container of cat nip...
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Our front deck. The coffee spot is a tad chilly this morning.
Bloom Day Greetings from Ski Country!
Where life would be sad, indeed, without a warm, sunny window.
Huh? I was quite certain I had many more weeks 'til Christmas. (Denial is underrated. When I'm in my denial zone I'm hardly ever stressing out...)
Poinsettia's 3rd Christmas @ Chez Kate
Though I don't why that date was such a surprise. All signs are pointing to the fact that it's later than I thought. Including this 3-year old Poinsettia (grows lush green leaves, outdoors, throughout the summer, comes indoors in September.) She is madly producing festive red leaves in prep for the big day.
The Timely Amaryllis (Most are still in bud stage.)
I should apologize for my long absence from visiting blogs and such sporadic writing on my own humble effort. Life feels a tad out of control this holiday season.
Edna, the Christmas Cactus I've treasured since college, is laden with bright pink blooms.
But, enough about that...
Discovering that Christmas is only about a week away wasn't the biggest shocker on the news.
I also heard that blogger buddies in the Deep South are shivering mightily while here we are, much farther north, peeling off jackets because of the toasty temps.
Please don't yawn at Ms. Cyclamen. While as common as Dandelions, she is my second favorite indoor flowering plant. Can't live without her.
Strange days. I hope your tender southern perennials are cozy under heaps of blankets and that these bizarre weather patterns sort themselves out very very soon.
Blinding Pink is the name of the game this holiday season. :D
As always, pay a visit to Carol of May Dream Gardens, the clever inventor of Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
During the day, it looks a little outrageous.
I've had a few tasteful years, when I purchased super duper expensive collectibles. I've enjoyed many more years, when cheapskate tschotskes (like this s'more, a favorite of mine) took center stage.
And, I'll bet it's like that with everybody. When you haul out the boxes of ornaments, each and every year, it's a guaranteed jaunt down memory lane.
Because ornaments hold all sorts of special memories. Of the places we've been, people we knew and the people we used to be, way back when we decided to buy them.
Around here, it's a new ornament for every year...
commemorating life's adventures, big and small.
commemorating life's adventures, big and small.
When we learned how to fish:
When we saved up our pennies.
For a much needed city fix:
When I moonlighted.
As a bartender!
To afford the cottage:
Where we could garden.
And, ride horses.
Forever and a day.
PS: Invest in some bubble lights. You'll be glad you did. :D
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Are you a lover of white flowers? I'll confess, I am not. I see so much white, in the form of mountain snow, that the thought of planting white flowers never really snaps my socks.
But, hey, I'm a Libra, and we're perpetually undecided.
So, after visiting Lona's pretty blog yesterday (she had an entire post of stunning white flowers) it got me thinking about how much prettier our gardens can be when we entertain the notions of others.
Left to my own devices, things would be a sea of pink and blue. But, my daughter loves white so I'll include a couple zzzzzzzzzz, ever so dull, white perennials in the flower beds just for her.
And, if you catch me on a good day, I might grudgingly agree with Hocking Hills ~ white flowers pop like nobody's business against my sea of blue.
What I didn't realize, until yesterday, is that white pops indoors just as beautifully.
And, that I am clearly in the minority when it comes to white flowers!
Because all the pretty blossoms in this post are past holiday gifts from white flower lovin' friends.
* I'm not nearly as popular as it might appear. :) Some of these whities are 5 or 6 years old. I expend a great deal of effort trying keep gifted perennials alive. Yep. I'm just that insecure. I have nightmares about the awkward moment when some friend pays me a visit, glances at the sunny window, and demands:
Oh, it died.
And, you feel qualified to be a garden blogger???