Here you go. The picture you've all been waiting for. The little shed at the dump depot. No one was in it when I took the picture because I took the trash when the depot was "closed" which just means you can't drive into the fenced area but the chain link fence doorway is always left open and a lot of us just park outside and tote our trash bags in and throw them in the dumpsters.
Which is what I did today. There were two other cars with people doing the same.
Anyway- dig the nice Christmas ornaments, the chairs, the American flag. I am sure that all of these things were left at the depot and they do add a bit of color and style, don't you think?
Speaking of color and style, I found this little treasure today, sitting right by the fence and I put her into my car and brought her home. I sent Lily a picture and asked her if she wanted it for one of her many plants and she said she did. That she was SO excited!
Sweet little cow.
Another day of domesticity here for me. I even made an attempt at making sauerkraut which I have never done before. I chopped up one of our cabbages and MASSAGED SALT INTO IT for about fifteen minutes and then stuffed all of that into a pint jar (that's all the cabbage yielded) and put a weight on top of the hopefully soon-to-be sauerkraut and covered it all up. We shall see what happens.
Worst comes to worst, I've wasted a head of cabbage. I hope it comes out okay.
I finished up trimming the sagos in front of the porch. Mr. Moon had the garden cart filled with dirt and he wasn't here to empty it into the earth box he's making and I didn't want to mess up his project so I just hauled the fronds across the yard and into the area by the side of the garage where we dump things like that, on a big old sheet. Worked fine.
This time I was smart and applied Benadryl cream to my arms before the little toxic pricks (reminds me a few boys I dated) turned into raging hives.
And then I picked a few of the last Olivia camellias on the bushes and also some azaleas, Japanese magnolia blooms, and two nice sprigs of tea olive.
Soon, these spring blossoms will be gone and I want to enjoy them as much as I can while they're still around, both inside and out. We better plant some zinnias soon.
I wasn't going to watch the Harry and Meghan thing last night but a friend texted me that they have chickens so of course I had to. I missed most of that part but I bet Harry is more than delighted to chicken-tend. How charming is it to think of a prince dealing with chicken poop?
Maybe that's just me.
Oprah sort of drives me nuts. Yes. I said it. And I mean it. She's okay, she's fine. She's obviously brilliant and her persona of I'm just a laid-back, interested neighbor lady and you can tell me anything is something she's absolutely perfected. But she generally asks the questions we all want to know the answers to. Now- the question is- WHY do we want the answers to these questions? It's really not our business, for the most part but to answer that question, you'd have to be far more knowledgable about human psychology than I am.
All I know is that even I am curious about the lives of the incredibly charismatic, famous, and beautiful.
I can't help it.
And of course the British monarchy is a fascinating subject to many of us. Hey! We've been watching The Crown!
All I know is that even I am curious about the lives of the incredibly charismatic, famous, and beautiful.
I can't help it.
And of course the British monarchy is a fascinating subject to many of us. Hey! We've been watching The Crown!
My take-aways from the interview mostly involve the fact that Archie doesn't get security from the palace, that there is a racist (at least one) in the upper-uppers of the royals (I suspect Camellia) and that Diana was right to leave Charles and he's a crappy father.
And also, that I am so happy that Harry and Meghan are going to have a daughter.
And also? Tyler Perry? Being the one to provide shelter and security for Harry, Meghan, and Archie?
Holy shit.
That's enough about that. None of it is really my business at all, as I said above, and I feel rather cheapened for even contemplating these issues. Meanwhile, I'm about to roast my first chicken in the Thermonster and I am truly worried about the oven getting spattered with chicken fat.
Now THAT'S something that truly affects my own personal life.
Now THAT'S something that truly affects my own personal life.
Maybe Oprah would like to come and talk to me about it.
Yeah. Probably not. I will continue to keep calm and carry on with my teeny-tiny life. Which suits me fine.
Love...Ms. Moon
I agree with your take on the interview! I just want them to be able to live as normal a life as they can with their chickens and babies! I think they can survive on their own and probably have more available funds then we have ... everyone joy life and leave the Royals out of it!
ReplyDeleteYour flowers are so beautiful!
LOL ... I have known some of those toxic pricks, too!
Hugs!
Yeah. It's not unheard of for someone to leave the family business, is it? Actually, it's fairly common. Even among the royals. Let them have their lives and enjoy the simplest things.
DeleteSauerkraut! I hated the stuff in cans that we were force-fed as kids (ahem...strongly encouraged to eat, in order for dessert to follow). But an epiphany happened last year when someone arm-twisted me to try their home-made fresh sauerkraut. Oh my! Now I too massage salt into cabbage, and always have a jar going in the fridge.
ReplyDeleteHope the Thermonster survives the chicken roasting. :-)
The camellias! The azaleas! Be still my beating heart!
Chris from Boise
I sniffed my kraut today and it amazingly smells like...sauerkraut! I hope it's good.
DeleteThe oven seems okay. I cleaned it up a bit when it cooled down.
I am sure going to miss my pretty flowers.
I have been a Royalist since Diana met her tragic death. I figured out how to stream the interview. I was solidly impressed with the broad brush approach and the refusal of either young person to malign the Queen, whom they adore, or any single member of "The Firm".
ReplyDeleteI could not believe the number of commercials. There was more ad time than interview time and that's the truth. I, too, was impressed that they didn't name names.
DeleteI love the flowers as always. Spring isn't here yet so I still have flowers to look forward to.
ReplyDeleteYes! You do!
DeleteJust saying hi! I really can't think of a comment today but wanted you to know I was here!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ellen. That was sweet.
DeleteI don't think I've told you lately but I love you. So Much.
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And I love you, Beth Coyote. So much.
DeleteTrimming Sago Palms can be risky, I did it when I had one, but they are indeed the needles of Death to the skin! They are also toxic to animals and many dogs and cats have gotten quite ill if they ingest them, I think it can even be fatal. So, they don't recommend them here in Arizona, tho' they are beautiful. Ours did quite well when we lived in the previous Home, it was in the Front Courtyard, but it did poorly here at the new Mini Farm Poolside and died. As for the Royals... seems we Americans are on the side of Meghan and Harry... but my Welsh relatives in Wales definitely are not, interesting how on the other side of the Pond they are still very protective of the Royal Family 'Firm'. I would think tho' exceedingly Privileged, growing up a Royal would mean never really having true Freedom and a Life of one's own... this is Harry's only opportunity to really have a regular Life and I do think Racism played a big role in why they left, to raise their Children in Peace and without as much backlash due to their mixed ethnicity.
ReplyDeleteI've always heard that about the toxicity of the sago but I've never heard of anyone or any animal dying from eating any part of it. How could you eat any of it? Those needles just aren't appealing.
DeleteI agree with your feelings about Harry and Meghan. The price of freedom for them may be high but in the end, I think it will have been worth it. I hope so.
Suits me fine too. I wish you a sweet night.
ReplyDeleteYes. Oprah can cross us off her list.
Delete"Sweet little cow"? I sincerely hope that you were referring to the ceramic planter you found and not to your beloved daughter!
ReplyDeleteYou know, dear Mr. P., we do not use the "cow" to describe a woman. It's just not a thing. You probably know that already though.
DeleteThe flowers are beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHistory seems to repeat itself in families, even royal families. Harry's not the first royal to walk away. I can't imagine living inside a glass bubble where you're always on dispaly. I'm glad they have each other.
He certainly isn't the first royal to walk away. I don't know how any of them stand the constant scrutiny. I'm glad they have each other too. They are adorable.
Deletewell, I for one do not get the fascination with the British royals. they're just people, some of them are nice, some of them are assholes. I would not want to be a part of that institution. no freedom of self or the future. I'm getting a handful of flowers on the two azaleas that did not freeze. all the sagos here are brown and there are a lot of them in this town. the palm trees too. I wonder if they survived.
ReplyDeleteI bet those sagos and palms will come back. The sagos at least. They are tough MF'ers. Ancient and tough.
DeleteI'm with you on being very glad I'm not expected to be on display all the damn time. That is just now a way to live.
I think maybe we are fascinated with public lives because we live vicariously through them, in the sense that we wonder how we might behave in those circumstances were we the ones navigating them, and, inevitably, when we see that wealth and fame and beauty do not protect against life's pains and heartaches, we might feel a bit more grateful for the quiet little life we lead. Plus, it's not unlike watching a movie I suppose, except this is real life, and so illuminating of circumstances other than our own. I am glad Harry and Meghan spoke out. Glad they put their truth on the record. I hope they live long and prosper, and their children, too.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right on all counts here. And we tend to fill in details about these beautiful and famous people with the myths and dreams we've been taught through stories. We see their lives though that lens. And yes, when we discover that things are not always perfect for them, it does give us a little more gratitude about our own lives. As I may have said to someone lately (ha!) I'd rather live in a place with a chicken coop and chickens running around than in a palace any day.
DeleteAnd that is true.
And I too wish them all the best. Mostly- love.
I didn't watch the interview because I couldn't be arsed frankly. I'm not a royalist although I think the Queen has done a wonderful job - a job she never wanted. As for H and M, I have a hard time listening to them claiming they want to be private citizens and then pulling out all the stops to be anything but. I don't see them as a couple lasting either, but then what would I know!
ReplyDeleteWell, only time will tell how those two do as a couple. I can't help but wish them well.
DeleteThat’s a sweet cow planter! And yes on toxic pricks, I get you on both kinds. Christmas tree needles give me hives. I think you described my feelings about the interview perfectly, I didn’t watch but couldn’t keep away from reading about it, and yes feeling a little cheapened. Your flowers are gorgeous. I used to visit friends on Tallahassee years ago and in spring, the azaleas blazing colors would make my heart happy. I think that chicken is going to be amazing!
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Barbara
That chicken WAS amazing.
DeleteWhen I first got to Tallahassee, the azaleas were just about to bloom and it was such a contrast from the frozen wasteland that I'd left behind in Denver. I was so very comforted by the flowers and all the green.
I LOVE your picture of the dump shed! I'd have taken that same photo, I think. And that cow is awesome! I'm so glad you gave her a home.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason the subject of the Harry/Meghan interview just annoys me. I didn't watch it but I did read about it, and I feel like BOTH sides are being really shitty to each other.