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February 2019


Those Pesky Bifocals

I spent the day without my bifocals. Gosh golly was it annoying. I was stuck having to constantly remove my very strong reading glasses throughout the day, and then having to keep track of them, and not put them down in obscure places, this has always been a challenge for me.

Thus I am ever so thankful that my grandson helped me find them tonight. They were tangled in my bedding 😑 which if I was so inclined to make my bed in the morning, I could have found them then. Sigh, being lazy does frequently come back around and bite one.

Anyway, I remember a time not to long ago when I was perfectly content to be visually challenged, What was wrong with me I have to ask! I cannot imagine going back to the hazy days, which in turn reminded me of an old post. Written before I saw the light, literally.

The Hazy Day’s of Summer

I used to think I was in bifocal denial, because the lack of appropriate eyewear causes such dysfunction in my everyday life that it would be practical to capitulate to their necessity.

Instead I babble on about bifocals exorbitant cost, and the unsuitability of current frame styles, when in all honesty, I like my obscured vision of the world most of the time.

This is particularly true in the brutal heat of summer. For isn’t it common knowledge that it is gracious to put a filter on the sweaty, shiny visage of your friends and family? So really, I am not cheap and perhaps a bit vain, I am only being so exasperating for you.

It is all for you that I intend to prolong the hazy days of summer into the misty days of fall, which of course must meld into the dim days of winter, but in the meantime, if you happen to see me squinting and grumbling about my perpetually misplaced reading glasses, please help, because really, it is all about you.



Rainy Day Saved

Last Saturday I had a big day planned in the yard, doing little bits of this and that.

Well, then the rain came down in buckets, and disappointment set in. Until I realized that I had other things I could do. Things that were not cleaning the house, which I have been trying to avoid like the plague, and it shows, but I will just keep the door locked and the shades pulled down, because just maybe some brownies will come to visit and the creeping crud that is taking over my floors will magically disappear while I am sleeping.

So with that plan in place I got down the box full of quilt squares.


I did have to stop and ask myself why I thought tiny little squares as part of the border would be a good idea, but now that I have, to not use them would be a defeat, and having already conceded The Great Grass War to nature, I am not feeling ready for another withdrawal just yet.


So I sat at my front window and watched the rain fall while I stitched up 10 yards of littleness, but on the bright side, at least these were well cut, and not fussy.


Don’t laugh, of course it does, I was just in such a snit, that minor details like that seemed irrelevant. So now I was itching to get my hands on a shovel, and break the cease fire with nature, because grass removal is always easier when the ground is soaked, and there is no better cure for a snit than the therapeutic shovel.

Anyway, I don’t have a photo of the parkway my daughter and I removed the three-foot high grass hedge from, but I did get one of the hole I started to dig.


The ground was wet a full foot deep, and now with the expected rain this week, I am hoping to have another foot dampened. It was a hard call to spend money on a tree at this time, (I am unemployed) but the shade it will provide will save more money in a year on electricity than its expense, and if we don’t get it in the ground now, it won’t establish before the brutal SoCal summer heat. I suppose I might be sitting under it this summer pondering how to pay the bills, but I decided it would be worth it.


Blessings Belinda

“Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”   Matthew 6:31-34



It is Good

Today, God willing, I will get to go outside and play in the cold damp earth. For it is perfect weed pulling, and grass removing weather. However I will admit that I have my fingers crossed, because God’s plans, and my plans, have not been lining up much at all recently, and it is beginning to immobilize me with doubt.

I know that God is good, and He has a plan of which I do not understand, but frustrating it is, for I am only human, and repeated disappointment is never pleasant.

Still, regardless of my feelings, I need to pull myself out of this black lethargy, and try my best. For the sole purpose of my existence is to bring glory to God in the highest, and so with each and every breath I draw, I will give thanks and praise for His love.

Even when angry and disappointed. And that is why I really need to get outside. For how can I be disappointed while marveling and tending His beautiful garden.


Violets need picking to keep them blooming.


I need to finish cleaning up after pruning the fruit trees.


Endless leaves, but I would not want to be without the summer shade.


More daffodils


The artichoke the bunny constantly nibbled, and the one she didn’t because it was surrounded by oregano. I am so thankful it survived though.


There are two lavender plants that I neglected to prune and now are sprawling. I hope I am not too late. I just might remove them, because I am trying to get away from high maintenance plants.


This lavender is low maintenance and I was excited to see that the twig of a piece my daughter stuck in the ground has taken. It took some faith to let it be while it was looking dead for several months. So I think I will replace the others with this.


The nasturtiums growing in among the aloe plants did not suffer from the freeze like all the free-standing plants did, and I am curious why?


Arrgh, it just started raining……sigh.

Why am I not surprised.

To God be the glory, let the people rejoice.


February Sunshine


Today the first daffodil bloomed. I don’t know why they always surprise me, but they do. Perhaps because I am often cold in February, and cold and flowers do not go together in my mind. So every year they bring me an unexpected smile.