Continuing the Patio Tour

We left off at the backyard end of the patio – in the background you see the lower part of the hot tub, and there is a space for getting to the table with our small gas grill and smoker for cooking outside. Something I keep saying I should do more often, but rarely follow up with. The first pot below has two Heuchera (Coral Bells) and a trailing Begonia. Not yet poking their heads up are some Caladaium bulbs (or tubers, roots?) that I tucked in behind the Coral Bells and am hoping grow up to be pretty girls. Next to that pot is a Nandina Obsession.

A closeup of the trailing Begonia. She’s a cutie. A hundred years ago in my days of youth, I used to plant a different variety of Begonia alongside our outside stairs of our home in the mid-Hudson valley of New York State, but this year is the first year I’ve had any since then. They’re quite the show-offs.

The corner plantings – the Nandina that was already mentioned, in front of which is my Hydrangea – this is her second year, and she suffered a bit during an unusually cold spell we had this past winter, so she’s not doing so very well now. She lives with another Heuchera, some Creeping Jenny, and a couple of Coleus. Behind her is an Abelia shrub – the pictures I’ve seen of them in the past showing very draping branches, which I love. She is new, along with the Nandina and just about everything else, so we’ll see what the future holds for her. And some Gerbera Daisies for another spot of color.

Turning around to look back, we’re going to go out to the section of the patio that leads to the driveway, which is where our “vegetable garden” is this year.

Below, the “vegetable garden”. A Beefsteak tomato plant and a cherry tomato plant. Because I love fresh tomatoes, and really don’t care to expend the effort required for a real vegetable garden. Other than our herbs, of course.

Moving on down the side, a climbing plant, a Thunbergia – I’m looking forward to her brightly colored flowers as the season goes on. Next to her (and yes, all of my plants are girls) is the only peony plant that survived the winter in pots – I planted three of them in pots last year – surrounded by Calabrochoa and Alyssum. There are a couple of Peony plants out in the border in front of the house – perhaps one day we’ll visit out there.

At the corner is what will be a Hummingbird garden when it grows up. This is where some Pineleaf Penstemon and Orange Carpet Hummingbird Trumpet plants live. Behind that is the fountain my husband and I found several years ago at, of all places, Grocery Outlet.

At the corner, heading back to the house.

This pot has orange Bidens in the center, surrounded by Alyssum and Scaveola (Fan Flowers) in white and blue.

Once again, the corner, the fountain, and part of the seating area. The fountain used to be all bright red before the elements dimmed her glow, and looks a lot like an apple, I think. I love the sound, and the birds love having a drinking fountain.

To the end, a pot with Geraniums, Lobelia, and Alyssum, behind which is the lemon tree that spent the winter inside. I’m hoping we are able to harvest some of her fruit by the end of summer. You can see part of the catio, and if you look closely on the far right, middle down, you’ll see Nong’s foot sticking out of the little house. She likes napping there on warm days.

I think now we should sit and rest a bit. It’s a bit early for wine, but I can offer you a nice glass of strawberry ginger lemonade with a hint of mint (from the Mojito Mint plant, of course), if you’d like. Oh, at the bottom of the photo you see our Lantana plants, with a little bit of the peony leaves.

I enjoyed our visit. I hope you did too.

Spring Makes Me Happy

I’ve been working on our patio for the past few weeks, and I’m happy with the way it’s turned out, so I wanted to share with you. This tour might end up being split into more than one post, because I’ve taken a lot of photos.

Looking out my door, the catio is on the right.

Then we step outside the door, where you can see the grapevine filling out on the roof of the pergola. We severed three of the main vines last fall in an attempt to control them a bit, because the dropping grapes make a terrible mess. We’re hoping we left just enough to fill our desire to eat them, but are not overloaded.

We’re going to turn to the left, where the first thing we see is our “herb garden”. We have Cilantro, Basil, Mojito Mint, and Parsley.

Continuing down the left side of the patio just outside the door, our elevated planters, which contain some Supertunias, sweet potato vines (Ipomea), a grass on the left and a flax on the right, in front of which are a couple of Lobelia. I love those bright-eyed little girls.

From the top, one of the Supertunias blooming, the sweet potato vine, Flax and Lobelia.

At the end of the elevated planters, we have the Japanese Maple (Bloodgood, I think), which I originally planted in our parking strip, but the full day sun and overhead watering didn’t make it happy, so this year she got a new home. Below her on the left is a Hakonechloa, a Japanese grass (they’re related!) which I was going to plant in the shaded section of the border around the house, but never quite got there. Next to that is a preplanted pot I got at Home Depot – red Verbena and purple Petunias with a couple of the Ipomea, and a surprise plant in the middle that isn’t really visible, but is sending up a bloom shoot that’s very interesting. I’m anxious to see it in bloom.

Our tiny little side yard, where I’ve planted four Clematis that are still very small and hiding in the shade. What’s more obvious are the sunflowers that were planted by the birds – there are two feeders hanging over this yard – and the grapevines shooting out of the lower part of one of the vines we cut higher up – they’re welcome to continue growing where they should not make a huge mess. I’ve tossed some Creeping Thyme seed out there, so we’ll see if it comes up and how it does.

To the left below is a pot of Hosta with a couple little Coleus hiding – my hope is they’ll pop up and show their bright faces. Next to that is a pot of Begonias – their bright colors make me happy. I added a closeup of them below, so they could make you happy too. On the lower left of that photo you’ll see a small bowl with some Primula in it – they’re plants I bought early early in the spring because I desperately needed some sign of spring in my space, so they lived inside until their bloom was spent. I’m hoping they’ll return next spring.

And the final two pots on the left side of the patio – the first one has a Mexican Feather Grass, two little Euphorbia White Super Flash (which are also planted with the Begonias), and two spilling Coleus, not quite big enough to really show themselves off. The last pot is Hellebore – the white one has been blooming since I got the plant in early April, and we won’t know the colors of the other three until next spring. Surprises are good!

And, at the end is a seating area, a small part of the backyard in which there is a raised planter that I have planted with a tree branch I got from our neighbors – the plan is for the tiny little Virginia Creeper you can just barely see peeking out behind the 4×4 post to climb up it. The pot to the right will soon be filled with some bottle gourds that we started inside – but started later than we should have, so getting any gourds this year is questionable. We had planted some seeds earlier, but they all failed, and we had to try again.

I think now this has gone on long enough, so we’ll continue our tour another day. Perhaps tomorrow.

A random thought: what is the Met Gala all about anyway? I looked at some photos of some the celebrity attendees in their gowns – and had to wonder how some of them could walk, how they were going to sit, and thinking they had to be terribly uncomfortable. Yeah, I know, publicity matters, but does this affair mean anything in real life?

As My Mind Wanders

Time flies, and suddenly here we are in the middle of April. I wish I had exciting to tales to tell about those weeks that have zipped past, but the truth is, my life is very quiet and could be considered boring – if you are younger and more energetic than I am. I am happy with the quiet.

The broken fibula is healing – very slowly, but most of the swelling has gone down and there is no pain. The doctor says it will take a long time for the swelling to go away completely. The good news is that I get to graduate from the big, ugly, clumsy boot to a fabric ankle support in a week or two. I cannot say I’ll miss the fashion statement of this big boot.

Our weather is still a bit of a roller coaster – more springlike some days than others. On the nicer ones, when I feel like it, I’m working on getting the patio cleaned up, plants in new pots, trying to make it a pretty, enjoyable place to spend time. We severed the grape vines last fall, because as pretty as they are, they make a terrible mess. We’re thinking about planting a different vine that will not droop squishy fruits all over the patio. Maybe some gourds, maybe a Virginia Creeper. There are choices.

This morning I walked around the house, checking out the plantings in the border. We had an unusually cold spell this winter, and I think we lost some things in that cold. The lavender isn’t coming back, but I have a floribunda rose to put in that spot.

Our wee dogwood tree, getting ready to share its first blooms:

I’ve been spending some time weaving, right now I’m doing some kitchen towels to fill a special order.

And some time reading. A good friend introduced me to Louise Penny’s Chief Inspector Gamache series, so I’ve been reading those, interspersed with other fiction works that hold my attention, books that come with my Kindle Unlimited subscription. Because then, you know, if it doesn’t please me within the first few chapters, I don’t feel bad closing it and sending it back. I don’t always need to plod through a hundred pages to wonder why I spent my time that way.

I’m still avoiding news. Because it’s torture. I do read a little news, carefully selected, and this morning I read that this Congress is the least productive in history – are we surprised? Otherwise, I wish the election over, because it’s just filling me with fear for this country.

So when I need a refill of my hope chamber, I look to my little lemon tree, which has ten baby lemons on it and a few new blossoms. If offers a hope for renewal.

Thank you for spending some time with me – I hope your world is sunny and filled with enough.

Karma’s Spring Challenge

Karma has offered a signs of spring challenge. Her challenges are always fun, so I’ve decided to join in.

For me, spring is a time of renewal, regeneration, new beginnings, and growth. It’s a needed lift after winter, when the gray skies and cold seem as if they will never give way to sunshine and warmth.

Leopard’s Bane – which begins blooming even before the daffodils – a very welcome spot of sunshine which brings with it the promise of more. Sadly, it withers away to nothing when the summer heat sets in.

Next to the Leopard’s Bane is a tiny little Spirea – planted fairly late last summer, I’m hoping it spreads its beauty out this summer.

In the parking strip, commonly called the “hellstrip” – that section between the street and the sidewalk – are a few little Jumping Jacks, tiny little violets, smiling up at me when I go out to check the mail, cuddled next to the Weigela which is still in winter mode.

And back to the border in front of the house, we have the usual harbingers of spring, the sunny daffodils, the plants that hold so much promise and offer so much joy early in the gardening season.

Further down in the border are the Grape Muscari and the new growth of the Allium, promising to share its beauty a little later in the season.

Spring – that time that nourishes the soul and provides a space of safety and confidence in this world which seems to offer so little of both. It’s what makes me know I can continue on, and urges me to get out there and clean up the patio – my planting space. And to add that new little Floribunda rose at the end of the front border – which will offer up its little coral blooms during summer. Hope and beauty.

Spring – a season that ensures me that I have enough. I hope you do too.

Just Call Me Klutz

A week ago, Monday morning, I drove myself down the road and across the river to find the nearest Amtrak station. Well, not really a station, but a platform where the train stops. My plan was to board the train and go to Portland, where I would have lunch and then board another train to head south to my old home grounds and visit friends for a few days. That was my plan.

However, my klutzy self got in my way. I boarded the train by falling into it – blame my brain on not agreeing with my eyes, my backpack making me top heavy, and a very tall step. It went like this:

The train attendant was standing outside to the left of the door – the normal folding step they put out was not out. Because the attendant was to the left I moved to the right and reached for the grab bar – the one my eyes didn’t see but my brain insisted was there. Top heavy, stubborn brain, high step, and I plunged forward, landing on my left knee and outer ankle bone. It hurt, but I told the attendant I was fine because I thought I was, and took my seat. Fortunately, I had requested a lower level seat for that early, shorter portion of the trip.

Yeah – “I’m okay” – except by the time we got to Portland, I realized I could not put any weight on that ankle – whoops. So – we filled out the Amtrak paperwork, they called an ambulance, and I became Queen of the Day – center of attention as I was wheeled through the station on a gurney, heading to that vehicle with the blinking red lights – you know, the one that’s hard to see so no one is whispering to the nearest person about its presence. Off to the hospital we went.

The hospital part was fine – everyone was very nice, very attentive – they had people to come check me in, then another people to come do a little more checking in, then a security guard to search my belongings – that says something about where this country is, doesn’t it? They finally took me to x-ray, and it was determined that I had fractured my fibula. The fibula, it turns out, is not a weight-bearing bone, so the solution was a walking boot and a walker, and I was free to leave. Free to leave – but I’m sure in the not-too-distant future I will be notified that I did not leave for free. I had made a hotel reservation for the night, thank you iPhone and Expedia – and called Lyft for a ride there. The driver was very nice, took good care of me, and carried my bags into the hotel. The hotel staff was very nice, very helpful, and took my bags up to my room – because when using a walker, carrying bags is not much of an option. Who knew? And using the bag as a backpack was also not a very good option, it seemed. I thought I’d take the train home the next day because continuing my trip seemed a very foolish notion, but Kat said no, I’ll pick you up. Good thing, because how did I think I was going to manage my bags? I mean, the backpack thing – not doing that one again.

A modern product of Covid came to my aid – I discovered what a wonderful thing Door Dash is. And how nice a lot people really are. My Door Dash driver brought my dinner to my room, and even opened the bottle of beer I had ordered – because I was absolutely certain that my day warranted a beer. At the very least.

Kat picked me up the next morning, brought me home, has tended me very nicely. I have learned that I can walk, slowly, with the walking boot on (hmmm, maybe that’s why they call it that), but don’t even try without it. I have learned the walker is for stability and balance, and I can do without it as long as there are things near to use for support if needed. It works now for things like getting to the bathroom, getting coffee, things like that. Not to be taken lightly, however. I am managing. Not necessarily happily, but I am managing. I will go see the local orthopedist on Tuesday, and how we proceed will be seen more clearly then. I hope.

This is interfering greatly with my patio cleanup project, and our weather has been perfect for getting outside and doing things. Of course. The birds are building new nests in the nesting boxes. The sun is shining.

But inside, there is some nice stuff happening too. Lila, my lemon tree, very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet – I cannot say lemon tree without the song popping into my head – has what I really do believe might be lemons because they seem to be very slowly getting larger:

I’ve found seven of those little guys. So exciting! I’m going to be a mom again!

And my little “Christmas” cactus has a tag that says it’s a “holiday” cactus. One half of her bloomed a couple of weeks ago, and now the other half is getting ready to take its turn.

That’s not a very good picture. Blame it on the ankle – that’s a handy excuse for everything, don’t you think?

Wouldn’t It Be Nice

Warning: this post might contain a rant. Or two.

If: February could provide just a few more days of sunshine? Because by February I always have developed a major case of Cabin Fever, and the only cure for that is sunshine.

If: Our Vlad cat wouldn’t decide to lord his masculinity over our female cats? He’s the youngest, and sometimes that testosterone gets him in trouble. He’s been fixed, but sometimes it seems he doesn’t realize that and he thinks he’s the boss.

If: Our government could actually function as it was designed to function? You know, like thinking about the good of the country and its people – ranking both over the “good” of their particular political party. And their personal power.

If: While that government is functioning as it was meant to, they could actually come up with, agree on, and pass a realistic budget for the whole year, instead of coming up with monthly, temporary, no one is happy with, budgets?

If: After dinner, the dishes would magically take care of themselves? Yes, there is the dishwasher, but it requires that a human load it, start it, and then empty it and put the dishes away. I don’t know why, but cleaning up dishes feels like a major chore. And then, once it’s been done, I always feel so much pleasure because it’s an instant improvement – albeit a temporary one. Just like most housework.

If: once my laundry is done, I could wiggle my nose and everything would be put away, neatly and in an organized fashion? Especially things like socks. At least I only have to deal with socks during the cold months. Are you getting the hint that household chores are not my favorite?

If: Viable, honorable, ethical people could be nominated to run for president? Like Martin Sheen’s Josiah Barton in the TV show West Wing. Yeah, I’m a dreamer.

If: I could figure out why our Roomba thinks its bin needs to be emptied? It’s empty, and I can’t find a clog anywhere along the lines to the bin where it deposits its debris. I might have to talk to one of its customer support people – hopefully that could be done online. Too many years of working a job that required a lot of time on the phone has made me have an intense dislike for phone calls.

Off topic, but to add a note of cheer, I bought myself some Primula plants for in the house. If spring won’t appear outside my window, I’ll create some inside:

Wishing you a day filled with enough.

Sunday Poser #173 – Aging?

This week Sadje is asking the following questions:

Do you like the age you are now?

I think I haven’t given thought to “liking” my age. I am happy to have made it to my age, which is now 82. Thank you. The number of years I am is less important than the number of years I feel I am – and in that area, my body and my mind do not always agree.

 How do you feel about your age?

Some clouds but mostly bright

I don’t feel bad about my age, but I would feel better about it if it didn’t involve old parts letting me know they’re not young anymore. I’ve had to work to recognize that I can’t do things I used to do – my sense of balance isn’t as good as it was, my hips and knees get grumpy now and then, my back is not as resilient as it once was. But all of that is better than the alternative, right?

Do you feel you’re at a better place now than when you were younger?

In many ways, yes I do think I’m at a better place now than when I was younger. I have grown past the more emotional years, I have more patience (although that is still not at the level of having “a lot of patience”), I am more likely to let things go than I used to be, I feel more free to be me – and the me I’d like to be is that woman in the purple dress and red hat from Jenny Joseph’s poem Warning:

“When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. . .”

Because when we reach those “elder” years, we can be eccentric and speak our minds and those around us will simply shake their heads and put on a face of patience, because it is necessary to exercise tolerance of our elders.

I also think I’m in a good place now, living with my daughter and her husband, having space of my own in the house, because it gives me a greater sense of security and companionship without the need to alter my beliefs or feelings. Free to be me – comes more easily with age I think.

However – the tolerance thing only applies to a degree when the topic of current politics and government comes up – that’s when I lose it. And that’s why I now act like an ostrich and pay as little attention to the news as I can.

Share Your World 2/5/24

Thanks to Riddle from the Middle I have found the new source of the Share Your World questions – it is now Pensitivity 101 – at least it’s a new home to me. It’s been a long time since I’ve participated in that meme, and now I know where it is, I can play along again.

1.  What is the first thing you think of when you hear the word “cuddly”? Cats, small dogs, a Koala – although I’m not so sure about the Koala. I think it has really big claws and it is a wild animal. I wanted to say kittens, but kittens are really only cuddly when they’re tired. Winnie the Pooh would be cuddly, I’m certain.

Maybe a porpoise.

Definitely not a Sloth. Do you see those nails?! (very top of photo, left side, her right arm).

2.  Would you like to own an exotic pet?  If so, what? In theory, I think a monkey could be fun. But in reality, I’ve heard that they often have some habits that would be quite disruptive, not to mention unpleasant. But to answer the question, no I would not want an exotic pet, because, as Laura from RFTM said, they are meant to be in the wild. These are as wild as I would want to get.

3.  If you were suddenly gifted £1000/$1000, what would you do with it? That’s a hard question. Probably be selfish with it, and add it to my travel savings account, for a future trip somewhere wonderful. By an ocean. Where I can walk on a beach.

4.  Do you wear slippers at home? Only in the winter, when the floors are cold. In the summer, it’s barefoot all the way.

All Things Cat

I think I might have introduced some of our cats awhile back, but when I was looking through photos this morning, these caught my eye, and it struck me that you might like\]==== (one of them just walked across the laptop keyboard) to meet our kids in a more comprehensive way. Which means with more photos and maybe more words about them.

We have his and her cats. She (my daughter) came back from teaching in Asia with four cats, three of which are still with us. Then she married her husband (K), who came with 2 cats – one of which is still with us. In between times, two of the Asian cats lived with me for awhile, and one of those 2 is still more or less “my” cat. Today I’ll share more about four of the cats. One of them, Queso (because he is the colors of cheddar cheese, both orange and white) is quite antisocial. The only person he’ll allow near him is my son-in-law, so he doesn’t show up in a lot of pictures. Here is Queso:

First, we’ll go with Athena, the K’s contribution to our family. She is the Princess, and she is quite quick to let you know that. She is also the eldest in the family.

She likes to lay next to me in my big chair – not on the lap, but next to it most of the time, but occasionally she’ll get on my lap too.

And then we have the Vlad, technically Vladimir the Impaler (he has a healthy set of claws), who joined Kat’s family three years ago. He was a kitten gifted her by one of her students. In this photo, he is with Athena (she has the sable hair mixed in her black).

Vlad is the one who is usually getting into trouble, but is always excused because he’s “just a baby”. He’s also a love when he chooses to be.

But he can also be a bit of a nuisance – like when he decides to help me warp my loom. He’s a big boy, with a lot of weight to carry so when he wants to jump up on something, it often requires a bit of “pumping up” to get the necessary lifting power.

Then we have Goguma – Korean for sweet potato, I believe. He is our gentle boy with only half a tail – the result of a rough kittenhood on the South Korean streets.

He is the mediator in the cat household. When he hears a cat conversation that sounds unfriendly, he will immediately run to the source of the noise to settle things down. He’s a bit skittish, but will come for petting when we’re safely seated and looking not quite so large.

I think he has my favorite cat personality, because he is so gentle.

Goguma (or GoGo) is also one of the two cats that our little Thai girl, Nong Saow (Little Sister in Thai) will tolerate – the other being the elusive Queso.

Our little Nong likes people, but is less tolerant of other cats. She is also the only one of our cats that goes outside, because she is, after all, Her Royal Highness, and she is very adept at making anyone around her quite miserable if the door is not opened when she issues that order.

She lived with me for a couple of years before I moved in with Kat and K, because when Vlad joined the family she was quite displeased and did not hesitate to show that displeasure. She prefers her lap covered with a soft fleece blanket, and when given the choice between me and Kat, will choose Kat. But she does sleep in the crook of my legs at night. It was during one of those times she spent on my lap that I took advantage of the opportunity to photograph her in detail.

Then we have a regular visitor that I’ve named Charlie. He’ll come around and meow but when I open the door, he runs off. Nong has let him know that he really isn’t very welcome here. I named him Charlie because he has this little white mustache that makes me think of Charlie Chaplain – look closely and you will see it.

That’s our family.

Trips Down Memory Lane

I’ve been doing a lot of venturing down memory lane this past couple of weeks. It started with looking at the photos I took when I visited friends in Poland many years ago – the photos in this post will be some of those – taken in Old Town Warsaw.

The entrance into old town, where it merges with the new town, is the Barbicon, which was integrated into the Warsaw City Wall in 1548. The construction of this wall took 200 years.

Stare Miastro

Stare Miastro

Stare Miastro

This part of Warsaw was originally constructed during the 13th and 14th century. It was mostly destroyed during WWII, but reconstructed so faithfully to the original that it is said you cannot tell the newer from the original. Old Town was The Market Square (Rynek Starego Miasta) and now hosts burgher houses with small shops and upscale Polish eateries.

Stare Miastro

In the middle of this journey down the Polish memory lane, I got a message from someone I hadn’t heard from in many years, requesting some copies of photos he thought I might have. At one time we were very close, but life happens and change happens, and we grew apart, so it was quite a surprise to get his message.

Stare Miastro

That request started a trip down a whole new memory lane. A period of years with a lot of joy, and a fair amount of problems – a growing period. I have a wooden chest I built during my “woodworking” years (perhaps I’ll share that another time) full of photo albums from earlier in life, along with a box of old photos. We shared a bit of our current lives, my friend and I. A little conversation about the drifting apart – perhaps we can be friends again. I found some of the photos he wanted, and visited a lot of other memories from many of the past years.

Warsaw

Warsaw

Some detail from one of the buildings:

Stare Miastro

Funny, isn’t it, how life goes sometimes? We move from one day to the next, too busy during a large part of our lives to spend with memories. And then we find we’ve traveled right into old age, and there are so many memories – do we want to travel down those lanes? I think yes, sometimes. I’m very happy where I am, and really would not change where I am in any substantial way, but thinking back can bring a smile or two and can remind us how we got from where we started to where we are.

What do you think?