I got out my Christmas stuff the weekend after Thanksgiving, and where I have historically been so excited to decorate and begin celebrating advent, I just felt kind of pooped this year.  It took a few days.  Maybe it’s that the kids are all teenagerish now, and hanging out in their room, or at various functions, and I felt kind of lonely hanging the ornaments one by one, all by myself.

At one point I hollered to my daughter, “Hey! Do you like having a Christmas tree?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Well then come help me decorate it!”

So she did.  Tree sparkling.  Color wheel rollin’.

P1070677Aw, my mom.

P1070682I got myself some choir children salt and pepper shakers.

They make me happy.  They remind me of something, but I don’t know what–something from my childhood.  But I didn’t know any choir children, and I wasn’t a choir child.  Our church didn’t even have a choir.

P1070700Things I’ve been doing: physics, catapults, grading tests and lab reports

Getting CPR/first aid/AED certified.

Reading a little of this and that

Watching this

Playing this

Baking these

And unfortunately eating those

And so doing more of this


What stuff have you been doing/reading/watching/playing/eating/sweating to?





Memorial Day in a weird brown color

TennesseegnomecoralbellsandtoadabodeagastacheexplorerschickenandScoutexplorershollyhockexplorerstomatoesexplorershusbandwieldingmacheteexplorershoneysuckleexplorersrosesexplorersOur gnome.  Our Tennessee gnome.  He helps win football games, see.

Coral bells and our toad abode.  Vacancy.  Tell your toad friends.

Anise hyssop.  Soon I will tweeze my fingers down the length of the stems and then inhale the licorice fragrance on my thumb and forefinger, again and again and again and every time I’m outside.

Scout and my one surviving chicken.  Maybe next weekend we’ll go to the farm that’s an hour away and get some new ones.  Delawares.

Jet black hollyhocks.  Last week I thought they were burdock.  I’m so delighted they’re hollyhocks!!  I much prefer hollyhocks!

Tomatoes.  We’re trying straw bale gardening this year.  So far so good.

My husband wielding his machete.  I told him, “No, hold it like you’re wielding.”  He did his best.  Then he said, “You betta stay outta my blood line.” Then he went to play tennis.

What he’s up against.  Miles, it seems, of honeysuckle.  What we need is a goat.

And those are my little tea roses.  My imperfect roses.  They don’t get enough sun.  And they get too much water.  And they’re attacked by all sorts of things.  But they keep growing.  My husband gave them to me eight years ago.  I would never try to move them and risk harming them, so they stay put.

I hope you have a nice vacation day.  If this is a sad day for you, I’m sending a prayer out that you’ll feel joy and sweetness and comfort and hope for beauty that will come.


Valentine Tree

Did it.  Made centerpieces.  Spray-painted branches from backyard (my sweet husband did, actually), made dangle-ey hearts for branches, and stuck it all in a bottle.  Works for me.  If you want to cut your own dangle-ey hearts, download my Tree Heart file.

Valentine's Tree copyOK, back to more paper cutting.