Monday, October 1, at home in southern Arizona
If you’re reading this, I owe you an apology and a thank you. This blog stalled out for two weeks. Yet you’ve come back to read this post. How nice is that?
It’s like that feeling when . . .
“Oh, the hummingbird is back!”
There were several moments when I thought . . . That’s it. I’ll never blog again.
And I admit the “vacation” from creating blog posts, from thinking about the blog throughout every day, was much enjoyed.
Your comments bring me back. I guess I’m the one who is like a hummingbird.
Ever thirsty for some sugar.
I apologize for the gap in posts and I thank you for being here right now. — Sue
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While wandering around Walmart garden center . . .
Suddenly my cart jerks into high gear and speeds toward a colorful display of newly arrived fall annuals. I hang on tight until the cart jolts to a stop in front of a kaleidoscope of snapdragons, vinca, pansies, and zinnias.
Hmm. . . only $2.24 for six plants.
I scoop up a pack of vinca (periwinkle) and a pack of zinnias (oldie, but goodie), pay and go home, happy with my pretty plants.
The house comes into view. Reggie and Roger are sitting in the yard, watching the street for my return. In an instant they go from serious to gleeful.
Gee, do they wait the whole time I’m gone?
“Hi, Reggie! Hi, Roger! Were you good boys?”
Later, Mike, the guy who put on our new roof, comes by and I rush to exclaim . . .
“Come look at the rain barrels!”
He steps back to look them over and laughs.
“Your flowers are adorable!”
So, how do the barrels work?
One of the last deluges of this year’s monsoon season provides the first test of where the water flows and how the new plants will weather the . . . uh . . . the weather.
As expected, in a couple minutes the two barrels are full (100 gallons total!).
I watch through the patio door.
The excess water shoots out the front outlet in an arc, landing a good four feet from the barrel and away from the house.
Seconds later, the rush of water from the downspout overwhelms the ability of the inlet to accept it.
Okay, here comes the test . . .
Instead, while water continues to stream forcefully out of the outlet, more water spreads across the barrel’s top and flows down its sides.
Ooh, my poor baby flowers will be crushed!
These little posies are tougher than they look. See this sweet vinca the day after the downpour:
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I “jumped the gun.”
Remember I announced this blog would include “Nancy’s Kitchen,” a feature of recipes with photos? Well, that’s not going to happen.
Nancy does not want to be included in this blog. Am I disappointed? Yeah, but I understand her wariness and I’ll respect her wishes.
It is kind of spooky having one’s daily life posted on the internet, especially with my compulsion to go into detail.
Request: Let’s not make this a topic for discussion. Thanks.
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The Best Little Trailer waits.
She’s all packed and ready to go. Over the past two weeks I ask myself: Where do I want to go camping? Where do I really want to go in the next few months? (Not necessarily what would make an interesting place to blog about which is an important distinction!).
Round and round I go . . .
Of all the warm places to camp during the cool months, I keep coming back to the Big Maria Mountains in southern California, to Midland LTVA, to Blythe, and to Del and his canine crew.
Recently I spoke to Del on the phone and he plans to camp at Midland again this season with his dogs. Imagine how Skeeter and my boys would ,love being together again!
Reg, Rog, and I will stay at the house a bit longer. I’m waiting for some important mail, among other things. I like it here so much it’s hard to think about leaving!
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