Scenes from the gardens last little while..And an indoor project AKA seed saving.
I got rid of my envelopes..I did keep some larger ones for seeds that I have in abundance(marigolds..dill)..
Les journées se suivent mais ne se ressemblent pas.
Du soleil..de la pluie.. Sun..rain..
Gardens seem happy.
I have always felt very lucky to have been brought up in a bilingual home and to have studied both in French and English.
A gift.That I had nothing to do with.Luck..
From nana's house to yours..
Have a very good week.
Did you know that researchers have described cyber bullies..
As..
Having aggressive role models
Lacking empathy
Lacking guilt
Narcissistic
As
Machiavellianism
And having sublinical Psychopathy.
I am so glad I did not have Social Media as a young girl.
The horror stories that come out about people being bullied on SM are..Frightening.
And it is not only about bullying youths..Adults get bullied also.
When I see it happen on SM and I have a voice...I defend the victims.
Unfortunately with Blogger..one can only delete bullying comments.
There should be a way to block.
There should be a way to bring the bully to light.
I think it would give me pleasure to show the face behind the ugly words.
But you know what?
Someone sees you.
He is always watching He is.
All the days different, indeed! You know, yesterday I could not BELIEVE that it was still the Fifth---we were sitting inside a theater-which-serves-lunch, with our little tray tables just fifteen hours or so before, and the strange setting and activity seemed far back in the mist. I HAD had a busy morning before the eleven o'clock chariot full of laughing, talking young ladies retrieved me at our porch, with the gutter-cleaner a day late so as to be here when I wasn't and the expected mower crew right behind. Just getting ready for the outing was a treat---that new pink T and long shorts outfit, with the unaccustomed gum-pink sandals in some rubber unknown to science, a dab of Estee Lauder, and off I was whisked to the SMOOOOTHEST ride with my DDIL at the wheel and a trio of laughing, singing girls and their melodies all the way.
ReplyDeleteThe darkened room with all the colours and sounds and flickers, and the superb cheeseburger and most wonderful crisp fries (nothing on either, nothing to dip in, for I didn't want to risk my new shirt in the dark). It was a heavenly combination, a fabulous crowd, a splendid melee of sound and action and familiar faces on the screen, from the pre-watch I'd had of the original the day before, just to catch on who was who---our watching of the CD together countless times when she was four caught me right up, so I could keep up.
The delightful excitement kept me up WAY late that night, and I took a long time to get to be ME yesterday. This minute I've put a rack of ribs into the oven, to cook and melt into those juices for a couple of hours, and hence be anointed with slathers of Sweet Baby Ray's and to return to the flames for a burnish like a well-loved Camaro.
Potato salad when I'm in the mood, and "baked" beans skillet-simmered with more sauce and golden-brown sugar and a can of "VY-EENIES," sliced into plump pennies like my Mother always served at holidays. Even the Thanksgiving turkey had the obligatory baked beans in its little restaurant pan beside, and the beans and even that same pan await upstairs. Continuity continues the days in the familiar scents and flavours more than almost anything, I think---these old recipes are from the 1940s, when all the potato salad ingredients came from your garden and chicken-run, and a can of Vy-Eenies was a picnic treat, carried right by the crinkly wax-papers of Paminna Cheese sandwiches, and opened cold at the old table for passing around those greasy nuggets of pork what-all to eager fingers.
My day today has been punctuated by the long album of your garden's magic---I look at my only-green where there used to be bloom, and absorb the soothing monotony of the IS of it, with all your own gifts-to-me available on this magical medium, for looking my eyes full any moment at the touch of a key. That's what makes MY Days different, and makes me smile a lot.
Your day sounds perfectly lovely..A tray and a burger and fries..a show and besties.. A new outfit...Sounds amazing to me.Days like that keep me awake until all hours..even an exciting text about family can surge my adrenaline..and then I am a lost cause for Lalaland.Now I feel like potato sald.I bet I make a small one this week..not J's fave..But moi? Love it..Sweet Baby Ray's..one of my very favorites..We carry it also..Yrs ago we had to purchase over the border..I just love it.Haave a great week..PS I still have my mom's bean pot minus the lid :( But I use it always when I make baked beans..
ReplyDeleteBaked Beans!!! I fell in love with New England at about eight, with the Marches, Millay, Gladys Taber, etc., and I thought the idea of the traditional Saturday night Baked Bean Supper just the loveliest of events, with the ceremonial big pot, and the Steamed or Baked-in-Cans Brown Bread being some sort of rite close to Communion, but much tastier to the bite. Beans second only to sleep-away camp in the Maine woods, with sleeping porches, swimming before breakfast, and miles of hiking trails in the mountains amongst the pines and firs. My little Mississippi mind could not encompass the glories of CANADA for a couple of more years----that great expanse greater than my country and such tales of adventure and pioneering and all those winter sports so foreign to me. I've visited Canada twice, both lovely tours and hospitality and quaint B&Bs and in 1976, the absolutely magical transformation of all the flowerbeds and floral design in the country into a salute to our milestone---simply sublime artistry, and I hope you got to see a lot of it. I could live there in a minute, were it not for the Love-Ties to home.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely comment:) Thank you Rachel:)
DeleteWhat a great seed saving system! It sure will keep things organized for you. Your flowers are looking so pretty. Love that fence-full of clematis. I could not agree with you more, when it comes to cyber bullying. It is frightening and I fear for our young ones. It might seem as though no one sees what is being done, but there is One who sees and knows all. We rely on His protection. You said it so well, Monique! Have a good week.
ReplyDeleteThe poor little innocent victims of bullying on SM.. even in their twenties..Breaks my heart..AS does Texas right now seeing all those sweet faces..The sisters that were found with rosaries in their hands,,holding each others hands.I'm afraid much of the news has not been heartwarming with the soccer brothers..:(And so much else.I have always known He sees everything..It's a conscience..elevated:)
DeleteA great way to organize your seeds. Your flowers are gorgeous. Love the Annabelle’s and those clematis. You are spot on about bullies. They hide behind being anonymous. They strike out so nasty. They must be miserable individuals, tearing people down with hateful words.they will ge their due.
ReplyDeleteOh I think they might:) I hope you are not getting any with all the care you put into your blog sharing ideas..and where things come from..So unnecessary:) You..keep spreading the good:)
DeleteOh M, still being bothered? I’m so sorry.
ReplyDeleteSocial media is great until it isn’t. I’m glad my kids grew up before it was a thing. I am sure they both would have been Affected in some way. When I worked as a school nurse I saw how the meanness infiltrated and caused terrible consequences.
Your garden is gorgeous! Envious here.
Ah I am sure you saw A LOT. Shameful.Truly is.. but I bet your gardens are beautiful..like always!
DeleteMonique, thank you for yet another thoughtful inspiring post. I'm in awe of your seed organization. I need you to come organize me! Not that I have seeds, I just need to be organized in general. I feel torn in different directions looking for grounding again. I think much of it is the distraction of IG and being on line. I'm trying to step away from electronics, sit with a needle in my hand and stitch for hours. I wish I could stitch and walk at the same time.
ReplyDeleteLOL that is HARD stitching and walking.I think impossible..mind on feet for balance.. distracts from the attention and dexterity of stitching:). Imagine..I am on TikTok too..Time taken away.. But at least we learn:) xo
DeleteIt doesn't help having the Emperor In Chief as your prime example of a bully (and the irony of his wife's "project" on anti-bullying. What a joke.) Yup. It was hard enough back in my youth when it was just "teasing" and woe to the chubby kid (ask me how I know) or one who m ay have other issues. But on a lovelier note, your garden is (of course!) fantastic and your seed saving project ambitious and smart! Well done!!
ReplyDeleteJeanie same here bullied because of weight
Deleteages 10-15 horrendous bullying:( Thought I was way past that.xoxoThank you kindred girl:)xo
Only see beauty, delete the ugly.
ReplyDeleteYes:)
DeleteIt all seems to happen in a blur of time! So many pretties! I need to be outside weeding and not at my computer - LOL. You have a wonderful seed collection, Monique! I don't start much from seed anymore, at least not indoors, and then we take a couple of trips in early spring and then there isn't enough time for them to grow when we return. What a shame the bullys can't be 'outted' and blocked permanently. Sad deeds make sad lives.
ReplyDeleteI agree:) I won't start seeds indoors again.I have come to the realization that they germinate immediately lol almost outside.I will start the dahlias indoors again :)
DeleteI’m sorry you are leaving. I so look forward to hearing about what is happening on the other side of our wonderful country. Your garden photos are spectacular and inspiring. We grow many of the same plants, you and I, although our climates are totally different. I also enjoy your recipe recommendations. I hope we can still access your blog, you have put so much effort into it. Just know how much pleasure you have given us over the years. I follow you from Vancouver Island BC.
ReplyDeleteAngharad. Bisous ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for your kind comments.I loved it all.. while it was a nice friendly place.I have no time in my life for discord.That person is belligerent and nasty And I cannot block the person.Blogger should remedy that:) Take care!!
DeleteMy heart breaks for you, tears in my eyes, you were always so kind and gracious, don't let evil push you away, too many people need your sweet moments in life. I loved my moments peeking into your life... I understand, but so many will lose so one can win, maybe you will be able to return and let your goodness shine. Such a petty person to annoy you, how wretched must that persons life be, shocking he found you, they are no limits to negativity, he resents the light that radiates from you and that you have nurtured your entire life. Thank you for everything, a pleasure to have once known you. 😥
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way Jain.My first blog post ever over twenty years ago because of you.And I said I would have nothing to talk about..was I wrong.
DeleteYou taught me how to blog..how to have irises..how to try and take better photographs.You made a celebration out of the births of my Littles.You shared recipes..fed me pomegranates,graced my shelves with dishes and baking supplies.Generous to afault…And let us never forget Needlepoint stockings..my heirlooms.From the bottom of my heart..thank you.