Walk Like

Sliding!

First slide ride. I think she liked it.

Shivering Plants

Two flats of Alyssum, some Begonias, a Poppy or two, Delphiniums, Columbine and three big Lavenders all sit in there pots in the car port because it not only rained it SNOWED this weekend. *Very large sigh* I had wanted to start in on my cottage garden, but was most thoroughly thwarted by the weather.

My lovely husband and daughter went with me Saturday morning as I poked my nose around a number of nurseries. The last one they stayed in the car as the Boo was asleep and it was pouring down rain (and getting cold). I got some chives for putting in with the roses and a couple of other things, but I’ll be back. The man there said I was brave to be out in it, but I’d like to think I’m determined. Besides being the only one there I didn’t have to fight to get around.

Wish it had been one of those warm spring rains, but no it was a clawing to stay winter rain that snowed. People had to scrape their windshields this morning. How wrong is that?

Well, it’s to remain cold for the week while New York and the East are in the 90’s *sigh* wish we could split the difference.

The Internet is for Hate and Daisies

I took a week off from work recently and got a taste of life as a stay at home mom. This was rather pleasant and I’m looking forward to being free of the politics of academia. I was however nearly totally confined to the house as it snowed . . . a lot. With the drizzle in the air and a baby learning to crawl I opted for hanging out with my Boo and fiddling with my new Macbook while the flower buds huddled together for warmth*. We have wireless so I tried it out, totting my little ‘puter around the house as I kept track of the Boo’s needs. Great idea right? Sort of…

The Internet, while a terrific place to find images for art projects and buy cheep books, is a wasteland of negativity and spite. Comments on news articles, blogs, even Amazon reviews have turned into hate fests. Just skimming over some of it made me feel abused. Have humans always been this mean? Men maybe, if the caveman image of beating a woman over he head is to be believed… and the crusades … and the dropping of The Bomb. *waves hand and moves on*

I was a little bewildered at the places I came across disrespectful banter. Even sites that I have found nice or tolerable in the past were in rare form last week. Has this digital medium somehow erased all the advice of Miss Manners or Dear Abby? Does the facelessness of Facebook give malicious carte blanche to the hoards?

I think it has. One more thing to guard my little girl against. I for one will be spending less time in the digital void and more time in the garden…how about some Daisies…Daisies are the friendliest of flowers don’t you think? Yes, Daisies and Marigolds. And Lemonade to whomever stops by.

*poor little tulips

Quorum of the 12 Apostates

In reading the news this morning I came across an article about the newspaper at BYU having to be pulled because the front page had a picture of the First Presidency and the Quorum of the 12 with the caption “Quorum of the Twelve Apostates”. I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.

One Maker of Velvet Flowers

I am a list maker. To Do. To Get. To Fix. To Find. To Start. To Finish. To Go. To Be. Scribbled on post-its or in the silent sections of the soul. Life’s changes have a way of taking all the lists tossing them in a hat, dumping them out in the backyard during a windstorm and still expecting you to get things done.

Sadly more and more of late I find myself unable to go on. A depression grips me as I watch the metaphorical bits swirl about; disappearing over fences or sticking in mud never to be readable again. Loosing the lists and loosing a little dream.

A very big and scary change is coming in my life. I will become a stay at home mom. No office, no commute, no dead lines or politics. Sounds great, right? However, I’ll have no income and not circle of friends.

Many people have made suggestions for stay at home jobs, but I’ve been forced to be truthful with myself; I have a tiny bit of talent and a whole lot of time. I’m a maker of velvet flowers, which are nice in a way, but not practical, nor truly an art. Maybe if I learn a lot of them . . . perhaps I should make a list:

tatting - learn
bookbinding - improve
bonsai – try not to kill one tree this year
growing real roses – buy a new kind
painting – finish one.
baking – learn two new recipes

It's That Time Again

What time is it? It’s Girls Scout Cookie Time. It’s a lot of other “times” as well, but I have chosen to blog about Girl Scout cookies. I am doing this because I am sick of talking and writing about the evil going on at my job and the stresses of life. I also feel like taking a break from talking about Shiori chan; she a great kid, but there’s more to life than dirty dippers and learning to crawl.

So, cookies it is.

Let us begin with the reason for the season; strong intelligent girls looking for a little support. Unlike the boys, who just ask the bishop to tell the ward to donated to the scouting fund *insert guilt trip here *, the girls of scouting are the rare few (in Utah) who have a life outside of the put-you-in-your-place nature of the young women’s program. Ya, I’m not a fan. This is a fundraiser folks and the money earned from the cookies goes directly to the girls you bought them from. Yes, part of it goes to pay for the actual making of the cookie, but many girls get to go on adventures because of the money earned flogging their guts out selling cookies.

Now onto the cookies themselves.

Everyone has their favorites. Growing up I could never quite understand why my mother stalked up on the shortbreads. I mean come on they’re the plan Janes of the GS cookie world. * shrug * I guess someone has to like them and they do make good ice cream sandwiches and cookie crust crumbs.

I happen to love the Samoas. Which is strange because I hate coconut – it’s a texture thing (between you and me, I love the Keebler version that has cookie crumble bits) But Samoas it is. Followed by those chocolate covered peanut buttery lovelies the Tagalongs.

I’m thinking of trying this year’s new cookie the Dulce de Leche; a milk Carmel chip cookie. Maybe that’s a good new years resolution – I know it’s not the new years anymore, but hey I hadn’t picked on yet. And it’s one I could keep!

There are the obligatory Thin Mints, which some will argue are not minty enough, but I for one think they are perfect. The last thing I want is a cookie that tastes like tooth paste.

If you need help deciding please go here COOKIES! This is a link to the official cookie page. And if you don’t know where to find a girl to buy from they have a place you can submit your zip code and they get a girl in touch with you…like Mormon missionaries only without the conversion baggage and lets face it who wants to eat a Book of Mormon?