Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Surreal Explosion

These 10 minutes actually can make the rest worth it.....

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Turns Out This is a Treat

At the end of the day, the ice dumped from the water buckets is sometimes still not melted. It is now a highlight of young Fritha's life. If she gets this excited about ice cakes, what thrill will a real storm give her?

Whatcha got, Fritha?

 Myice! Myice!!!

I eat my ice. It's almost gone. So sad.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Dinner, Darling Goaties.

That is Rionach behind Somerville, and Whisper chowing down.

 Somerville just wants to know if Spirit has anything better.

Hello Chrysanthemum, you little poser, you. 
Caught you in a funny face this time, ha. Not always a perfect smile, then.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

It is Grey Today

No picture of the Grey, though- instead Chester and Cupcake. Only a few days in to the cold snap, they miss being outside already. Can't blame them at all. And I am sad that this cold snap was the final one that triggered Cupcake's barbering. She was such fluffy-fully-feathered-glory; hard to walk in to the room in the morning and see the pile of feather shreds. Chester is still doing well, maybe *just maybe* he will be fully feathered soon! Or not.  Oh well.

We, by that I mean they, are singing to various folk tunes. I am still recovering from the flu.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Storybook Window

I like my view. Recovering from a virus as now, it is nice to see from my bed. Even if I can't enjoy the few remaining warm days- here yesterday before the grey and white chill of today- I can see it, and open my windows for the breeze to wander through.

But Rionach wants to know why, 
when she is sitting there and calling from beneath my window,
I would spend any time hanging out a window rather than joining her on the porch.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Friday, November 7, 2014

I am in love with my Camellias

Just ask my sister- it is true. I could wax endlessly about the charms of my Camellia Sinensis, the Camellia from which tea is made. Possibly this devotion is a bit disturbing, at least to some people- regardless, I got them both as teeny itsy bitsy seedlings, and I love watching them on their shelf by my bed. They have grown so enthusiastically, surviving a rogue grasshopper that found its way to my room and ate mercilessly until caught- hence the ragged leaves in some of the pics- and then both starting little "babies" of their own, little sprouts next to the original stem. The first bloom either has ever had opened a couple days ago. The statement that I burst with happiness waking up to that almost passed beyond the land of the simile. Somewhere, my sister just rolled her eyes and snorted.

The brown powder is cinnamon I use against fungus and those little annoying fungus gnats, 
both of which I sometimes have trouble with in the winter.
Lost a beautiful African Violet to fungus gnats, 
first I had dealt with them- not happy.

A cutting from one of my grandmother's Camellias. 
She used to love propagating her Camellias (and Gardenias)
but honestly not sure what cultivar this is, other than that it flowers red.
Doing very well, though!

 And of course my beloved red hibiscus! Intense "true" red,
 clear and deep and velvety in person,
but she just loves photographing with an intense orange reflection.
Oh well, still pretty, even if my photography skills are not such as can 
figure out how to get her actual color. 

Monday, November 3, 2014

Yep, thats me.
But also several fish and a crayfish. Good luck finding them.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Happy November

Was a non-Wednesday Wiiindsssday today, for any Pooh lovers out there.

(the teeny black dot is not your computer screen, but a vulture. Just fyi.)

The chickies on the garden bed they are clearing before
I prep it for next year- I feed them there, so they scratch away-
The heavy wind today blew down all the bamboo I had drying along the fence,
along with everything else around here except the house itself.