Tuesday, October 30
Yesterday Reggie comes running down the hall to me.
“What is it, Reg? You wanna’ go out?”
Reg knows the meaning of “wanna’ go out.” Immediately he turns and heads for the sliding glass door that opens to the patio and back yard. I follow and step into the pink.
Of course, Roger comes outside with us.
Rog is very handsome “in the pink.”
Reggie is handsome, too but he hangs so close to me that I don’t get a photo of him.
Curious about the phrase, “in the pink,” I research online and find an interesting explanation at phrases.org.uk.
Here’s an excerpt:
“The earliest citations of ‘in the pink’ are from the 16th century and, at that time, the meaning was ‘the very pinnacle of something’, but not necessarily limited to health. The earliest example . . . is from 1597, Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet:
Mercurio: Why, I am the very pinke of curtesie.”
Well, the world turning pink does make one pause.
As I stand in the backyard . . .
I marvel at the glory of the Arizona sky. My thoughts go to a blogorino’s comment which appeared under the previous post:
“Arizona casts a powerful spell. Even the name is magic! No matter where I travel, I love coming home to Arizona. I’m not a native, but like Sue and crew, I have explored her deserts, mountains, canyons, forests and lakes extensively. . . .
“I was brought to AZ by the Air Force in 1989, stayed a few months and moved to CA. I found myself missing AZ right away. We moved to AZ in 1992 and my daughter was born here (a native!) and we were happy. I took a promotion in 1997 and we moved to North Carolina. I was initially worried about leaving AZ and when the final evening in AZ came, I knew I had made a very serious mistake. It took years for us to return . . . .
“We came back permanently in 2012 and I NEVER want to leave again. So, I know, Sue how you can LOVE a place. In our lives, we can find plenty to LIKE, but love is rare. I LOVE this place. It makes me happy and the coming home to AZ makes my travels even better. You’ve got AZ fever, Sue, and it ain’t such a bad thing at all.”
Thank you, Ken (in Queen Creek, Arizona)!
Is November dreary in Arizona?
Well . . .
It’s October 30th and our big ol’ rosebush (above) is putting out the blooms. These were nipped slightly by the recent overnight lows in the 50s in southern Arizona, but they held on and continue to open. More buds promise us we’ll have roses in November.
Hmm . . . roses in November. I do love it here.
“Ya’ gimme fee-vah . . . .”
Not so promising for the pecans.
In a post a while back I reported with great glee that our two pecan trees are loaded with nuts. At that time I anticipated a bountiful harvest of my favorite nut.
Well, my pecan glee didn’t last.
Wandering around the yard I check the trees and discover to my dismay that the shucks are opening already.
Premature opening is the death knell for pecan harvest. What nut meat does develop is bitter, inedible.
After initial disappointment, I’m cheered (somewhat) when a yellow-shafted flicker appears, plucks a nut, and flies off. I watch from the porch as he lands on the limb of a tree across the street and proceeds to crack open his treasure.
I hope he finds something he considers tasty . . . .
My years in Georgia taught me that “stuff happens” with pecans. Pecan growers face very uncertain outcomes from their trees. The article, “What happened to my pecans?” at plantanswers.com explains all the things that can ruin a harvest. After reading that article, I’m amazed I ever had the opportunity to eat a pecan.
On the bright side . . .
I remember my Georgia pecan tree produced healthy nuts abundantly in a year following a dismal showing.
Okay, so this year is for the critters. Next year, I get mine!
News about the house:
Thrifting is a way of life for me now. I hit the thrift stores and resale shops regularly as this is the only way to capture good quality bargains. Nice, solid furniture goes fast.
Of course, shopping at a resale or thrift shop often means bringing home something other than what you set out for. That’s okay, as long as it’s a treasure for you, right?
Like these three green vases. Sure, they’re cheap. So what? I love the classic shape and the way they bring in the green from outside the window!
I’ll write more about my thrifty treasures and post photos, too. As the situation is now, the house is full of furniture that my sister hasn’t removed yet. To that I’ve added a few pieces of furniture and decor. This means, as you can imagine, the house is not very photogenic.
In other words, it’s a crowded mess.
I’m absolutely thrilled with a loveseat I brought home the other day! Reggie and Roger like it, too.
This photo was taken during the writing of this post. It shows the boys settled into their usual after-breakfast nap. (The photo doesn’t do justice to our pretty, “new” loveseat.)
I’m not an accomplished decorator, but I know what I like. Quiet colors, a mix of traditional and modern, pleasing to the eye while warm and comfortable.
To paraphrase the blogorino I quoted earlier in this post . . .
I want to be able to say that coming home to AZ makes my travels even better!
Gee, is that even possible?
NOTE: Is there a place that you love? A place that calls to you when you’re gone from it? A place that embraces you when you return?
I have “Arizona fever.” What about you? Tell us!
As always, feel welcome here and feel free to introduce other topics. As for me, I’m off to the thrift store! — Sue
Interstate 15 from the overpass, Virgin River Gorge, near Cedar Pocket Campground between St. George, UT, and Mesquite, NV. — October 2017
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