Watching The Snow Go

That's what the temperature was on my back porch this afternoon. It's like the weather has finally come to its senses. There is still snow about, lingering in the shadows, melting and dripping from the roof. It has truly been an experience for us, living with what many people on earth consider to be normal winter weather. 
There is no normal, is there? Normal for us, I suppose, in some instances. 
But nothing really feels normal now does it? DT has been pushing the boundaries so far this week that it's already impossible to see them. The very guidelines that have sustained our country as a place of freedom have suddenly been suspended and chaos is ensuing. There is not one thing that the DT has done that will benefit anyone except himself, his billionaire cronies, and the crazies who want a government not for the people or by the people but built on the backs of people with no regard for their wellbeing or even survival. I truly believe that now the only thing that these so-called leaders care about when it comes to the citizens of this country is that they continue to pay the taxes that support their own cruelty, evil, and criminal activities. 

I could go on for weeks here and I'm sure that in the coming months and years, I will until they shut down all the outlets of free speech and/or lock up anyone who does not support the regime. 

In the meantime, life does go on. Until it doesn't, of course. We check the weather forecast, we do laundry, we grocery shop although that is going to look quite different here soon, I fear. All of the glorious plenty that has been available to us is going to dwindle as the people who grow and pick the produce, who process the meat and dairy, who work in the factories that provide our breakfast cereals, protein bars, tortilla chips, and almond milk are "returned" to their country of origin even if that country is, ahem, the United States of America. 
We won't be growing Victory Gardens. We'll be growing Desperation Gardens. And it won't be pretty because most of us have neither the knowledge or space to grow enough food to sustain ourselves and our families. 

Far-fetched, you say? 
Hold my beer. 

Sigh. Goddam fucking idiots who voted the motherfucker in. 

But hey! I've had a nice day. Hardly did a thing except work on a jigsaw puzzle and read blogs and answer comments. I did a walk about of the yard. 

The camellias are sad and brown. I am not sure if the buds that are on the bushes will come through unscathed or not. We will just have to see. 

I uncovered my porch plants with great hesitation, fearing that all I'd find would be brown mush and drooping dead plants. However, I do believe that most of the plants made it through the hard freezes. There may be, as I said before, a great deal of trimming back but that's okay. 

The ferns all look fine, from Boston to Bird's Nest varieties. The split-leaf philodendrons are going to make it, I'm pretty sure. My ponytail palm shows no real freeze damage to my untrained eyes. 
Bless all of those sturdy plants. 

Jessie and her family went camping this weekend at a place called Spirit of the Suwannee, not very far from here. It's a music venue and a camping area and they hold all sorts of events there. I used to go with Lis back in olden times for an annual folk/bluegrass festival. We did hospitality, which means we made coffee and served food backstage to the musicians. To tell you the truth, I only did it to be with Lis. I figure I've fed and coffee-ed up enough musicians in my lifetime to pay my dues but it was generally a good time. And we got to see some good music. I fan-girled over Vassar Clements, a bluegrass fiddler whom some say invented "hillbilly rock." I'd seen him perform several times over the years but I almost trembled, keeping my respectful distance from him as he drank coffee I'd made. 
Anyway, the Spirit of the Suwannee holds an annual Kids Music Camp that some of their friends attend with their kids. As I understand it, it's a pretty big communal gathering of kids, their parents, and dogs who share food, camp fires, and music. And the adults share adult beverages while the kids take their music instruction. 
Fun for all! 

Jessie reported that the first night was a little rough but the second night was better and they actually got some sleep. I'm sure they had a great time. And when they got home, they found this.

Jessie's hen that she raised from a Tractor Supply peep laid her first egg. Good for you, Ms. Betty! I don't know about y'all, but I find this to be thrilling news. 

Glen and I have been watching a movie called "Sam and Kate" which has both Sissy Spacek and Dustin Hoffman in it. Also, Sissy's daughter plays her daughter and Dustin's son plays his son. It is not a great movie. However, it was filmed in Thomasville, Georgia which is right up the road from here. As in, we like to go there for lunch sometimes. And, the woman who played Shelby in the Monticello Opera House production of Steel Magnolias in which I played Truvy, had some sort of quite important job in the making of the movie. I can't remember what it was, but I do remember it was important. She texted me while they were making it and invited me to come up and be in one of the restaurant scenes as an extra and I said, "Thank you, but no."
Still, it is sort of fun to see and recognize Thomasville and to think, "I could have been in that movie."

Despite all of that, I do not recommend it. Unless you want to see what Thomasville, Georgia looks like. It's a pretty sweet and picturesque  old town. 

Love...Ms. Moon