I know you were all probably thinking I’d fallen off the face of the earth. Well, almost, but not quite. Back and feeling better now. And I promise to catch up as soon as I can with likes to all of my favorite blogs and catching up with my photos. I have them. I just have to post them, but for today here’s a shot of my favorite wind chimes. My husband got me these in Seattle and I have always loved them. They’re called Seattle raindrops and made of blown glass. I was outside with the dogs enjoying some fresh air and noticed how they reflected the landscape, and then there’s the rising partial moon on the right as an added bonus. Speaking of the moon, did anyone notice the spectacularly huge ring around it last night? Wow! Namaste.
I’m glad to be back 🙂
Downtown again by St. Augustine’s cathedral so I thought I’d take a couple of shots to tide you over until I get back in a few days. I’ll be taking photos but won’t have a way to post them or read others’ blogs. I guess I’ll have some catching up to do when I get back. (I’ve heard that St. Augustine is the saint of saving grace). I guess we could all use that from time to time.
Be well and stay blessed. Namaste’
While visiting with my folks, I wanted to get them outside for a while so we wandered into the garden at their facility. The weather has been so good that it’s perfect for getting them outdoors. While out there, I spotted this garden angel, trying to peek out from the plants. She’s so pretty but I think she might have to be moved soon as the garden is getting to be taller than she is.
Both of my parents are 89 years old. Both use a walker and are attached to home oxygen. They can’t go anywhere without it. It’s very sad to see folks in this shape but we do the best we can. They’re both losing their cognitive abilities and so it’s difficult for them to remember what we discussed even five minutes ago. This is my first experience with this kind of thing and I’m finding it more difficult as time moves on.
During my hospice training, a registered nurse told us that 90% of people in this country will die slowly and 10% will die quickly (heart attack, car accident, stroke, etc.). I’m opting to be part of the 10%, but not any time soon 🙂
Sorry to be discussing this, but it’s part of life. Tomorrow will be my last post for approximately a week, give or take a day or two. Have lots coming up on my plate but I’ll make it up before the end of this year. Namaste’
What else can I say? I spotted this pile of pumpkins at the store today and just had to add the “face.” Boo! Hope you’re having a wonderful Autumn weekend. The weather here in southern AZ is nothing short of fantastic. 76 degrees today.
If you celebrate Halloween, do you carve a real pumpkin? And then do you roast the seeds? Namaste’
I can see why these native southern AZ plants are called Blue Agave. When the light is just right, they are more blue than anything else in the desert. Pretty interesting facts about these:
Agave tequilana, commonly called blue agave (agave azul), tequila agave, mezcal or maguey is an agave plant that is an important economic product of Jalisco, Mexico, due to its role as the base ingredient of tequila, a popular distilled spirit. The high production of sugars, mostly in the form of fructose, in the core of the plant is its most important characteristic, making it suitable for the preparation of alcoholic beverages.
The tequila agave is native to Jalisco, Mexico. The plant favors altitudes of more than 1,500 meters (4,921 feet) and grows in rich and sandy soils. Blue agave plants grow into large succulents, with spiky fleshy leaves, that can reach over 2 meters (6½ feet) in height. Agaves sprout a stalk (quiote) when about five years old that can grow an additional 5 meters (16 feet); they are topped with yellow flowers. This stalk is cut off from commercial plants so the plant will put more energy into the heart.
The flowers are pollinated by a native bat (Leptonycteris nivalis) and produce several thousand seeds per plant. The plant then dies. The shoots on commercial plants are removed when about a year old to allow the heart to grow larger. The plants are then reproduced by planting these shoots; this has led to a considerable loss of genetic diversity in cultivated blue agave.
It is rare for one kept as a houseplant to flower, but a 50-year old blue agave in Boston grew a 10 m (30 ft) stalk requiring a hole in the greenhouse roof and flowered in the summer of 2006.
This particular plant is au naturale at about four feet high at the entrance to our driveway. We once paid $75 for one of these to go in our back yard at a previous house. It ended up dying and I’m pretty sure the landscaper just yanked one out of the desert and charged us that price. We have an abundance of them here. Go figure. Namaste’
Several of my long-time gal pals and I get together for a reunion, usually once a year. It started a long time ago when our kids were young. We needed a break from them so our husbands would agree to take care of the kids for a weekend so that we could all get away and relax, eat too much, shop, and stay up talking until the wee hours of the morning. If I recall, our first getaway weekend was around 1972.
Things changed over the years. Divorces happened. Sometimes months would go by before we got together, but we all still clung together for emotional support as good friends do. One time (after three of us were divorced), we wound up living in a cul-de-sac where there were two bedroom houses for rent. (We called it Divorce Court). Ha! But the rent was affordable and that was good, because the child support wasn’t consistent and we didn’t make much money on our jobs; and then there was child care to pay. So many times we would pool what was in our pantries and all eat together just to make it to the next payday. Those were the days … the days of growing, learning and leaning on each other. I am one lucky woman to have the kind of friends that I do.
Years later, our good friend who lives in northern CA decided to dub us the Happy Trails Friends. At the end of our reunions, we always sing Roy Rogers and Dale Evans’ song, “Happy Trails To You Until We Meet Again.” I’ll be meeting up with my Happy Trails friends in November for four days and can’t wait. We always find some fun to have.
I happened to see that the Roy Rogers show was on a cable station and decided to stop the screen and snap a picture of him and Dale. So here they are with a slight “old” effect.
In case you’re curious, there’s more to see about this at our Happy Trails blog.
Today’s photo is of the angel that hangs in the car. She seems to do a wonderful job of keeping us safe and I am so grateful. I suppose one could get distracted looking at the sunlight as it peers through her image. So far I’ve managed to keep my eyes on the road. I took this shot when I was parked 🙂
Today is also 10/10. Is anyone else feeling strange today (in any way) besides me? I’ve had a dull headache all day and normally don’t get headaches. Of course, in my younger days, once in a while, the hangover headache 🙂 So glad I don’t do that anymore. Namaste’