Sunday, February 13, 2022

Lost And Recreated. Sort Of

Well I cannot believe it but I just accidentally deleted almost an entire post! 
Luckily for the world it was all just my usual blah-blah and not the secret to eternal life or unbounded constant happiness or something in that realm. 
I talked about what a beautiful day it was. It had included a picture of the spirea with the sun shining behind it, glorifying the tiny new leaves. 


I may also have mentioned something about how soon the miniature bridal wreath blossoms will appear and how fond I am of them. Like a little snow shower on fragile stems. 

And I definitely discussed pruning my roses with my usual complete ignorance of how that should be done. I decided today that if I waited until they quit blooming, they would never get pruned so I got out my pruners and gloves and went carefully to work on those. Each one of my leggy heirlooms gave me a garden cart full of branches. 


I also posted a picture of tiny, tightly fisted buds that I could not bear to toss on the burn pile along with the rest of it. 


There were dozens and although they are not very impressive, they have their own scarlet beauty and an almost concentrated scent. I do not think they will open but I am going to give them the chance. 

And then my blah-blah turned to chickens. I think that little Miss Violet, my aged banty hen may be having a spring renewal after I had just proclaimed that she would never lay an egg again. 


The one at the top is quite a bit smaller than all of the rest of the eggs.

I have gotten two now, of those very small eggs and today I saw Liberace doing his courting dance for her and then chasing her across the back yard. I went outside and yelled at him, "Hey, leave her alone!" and miraculously, he did. But the fact that he is showing interest makes me wonder...

So that's about what I had written. It has not been a bad Sunday at all. We are going to have some leftover chicken and dumplings tonight and I have picked a good amount of greens to make a delicious salad. I think that Roquefort cheese may be involved as well as pine nuts and various other vegetables. I am inappropriately excited about that. 

Someone in this house is watching the Super Bowl and it is not me. However, Mr. Moon has been so very sweet today and also fixed the screen on the back porch where the chickens get in to peck at my plants and poop, that I will not complain. And when I say, "Not complain" I also, in this case, mean that I will not present myself with pursed lips, obviously being an ever-suffering martyr about it all. It's going to get cold here tonight and there is no need for me to add my own icy chill to the general atmosphere.

Blah, blah, blah. 

Love...Ms. Moon 




16 comments:

  1. You're sure the lost writing is not the best thing you ever wrote or will write? Mine usually is.

    In this region we know to prune roses after a killing frost and then cut the winterkill the following spring. It's easy when the weather tells you. In your area l think I'd be befuddled. Also wanting a winter break from gardening to look at seed catalogs.

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    1. We've already planted the peas and potatoes and onions which are supposed to be planted by Valentine's Day. I think this may be first year we've ever achieved that.

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  2. I couldn't even tell you who is playing in the super bowl.

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    1. I have absolutely no clue either. Not one molecule of a clue.

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    2. i chose shoveling in 10 degree weather and encanto.

      sports??

      xxalainaxx

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  3. That violet is a super chicken, what! I do like her.
    Amazing what we man up to! But if we want and need it and a kiss helps it along...

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  4. Thank you for the book recommendation, and I hope you stay warm.

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  5. Roses, green leaves, growing things, heaven!

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  6. I did watch the Super Bowl and it was a good close game. I was sort of hoping the Bengals would win but didn't really care that much either. Family came over and so there were lots of laughs! Glad you had a nice day too!

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  7. I pretended to watch the stupor bowl, but truth be told, I didn't care one bit.

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  8. You resurrected enough of the post to make for some happy reading. We have "gardeners" here (ha ah) who trim or prune by going along and cutting everything to waist height with a chainsaw. There's no careful examination, cutting out dead wood, shaping the roses etc Just everything off, raked up and taken away.

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  9. Still winter up here- Ilove seeing your springtime. You with the magic! Those little buds are kissable.
    What is super bowl? Concussions that lead to horrific brain damage and violence. Oh yeah, I am up for that...

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  10. I pruned my heritage rose yesterday too. I couldn't decide whether or not to prune the knockout roses as they are not doing well, don't get enough sun. My spirea isn't coming out yet and I'm not sure how well it's doing as most of the large branches died back last year.

    The super bowl is not a thing around here. Marc would check on it now and then but it wasn't on the whole time.

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  11. When I was still working, twice a year I had to put together two HUGE documents (written by people with more brains than myself), that would run into 300-400 pages each and we had a deadline. I learned very quickly to constantly save, save, save my documents and then at the end of each day - near deadline time - I would email them to myself so I wouldn't lose them. As you might imagine, losing a post/document would have been so traumatic for me! But I survived it and live to tell the tale (ha)!

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  12. Oh, that's a drag -- deleting an entire post! At least you were able to rebuild it. Good job pruning the roses. Now is definitely the time. (At least here.)

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  13. Sight, the superbowl. We watched too. I always want to boycott the NFL but some are of the opinion that will hold the players we support up to ransom for the sins of the corporate capitalists. I cant even bring myself in this day and age to use the term owners. Who owns a team of people? Well, we know the answer and it aint pretty.

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