Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Another re run for you!

Here is one more from last summer. I have to admit that I love the pics of the flowers/weeds. Makes me very hopeful!

I could write a total epic Michener novel about what I have learned about myself from weeds. It's true. Think about it. Weeds flourish in parched land while most flowers with the exception of
succulents, perish. They can't stand the heat, the relentless summer sun without moisture. We are in a heat wave where I live and also we are in a moderate drought. I am an early rise by nature. Even before I married and had children, I was an early riser. My mom always said that I was in a hurry to live each day. That's one way to put it. I have learned that I get more accomplished when I start early and I poop out about mid afternoon and need a recharging! Okay, my ADD is kicking in again. I didn't really mean to throw that in, but, since I said it and just read it, I can dance ahead to complete the thought about weeds.

I am an indiscriminate gardener. If there is a spot in my garden . . . heckfire, if there is a spot anywhere in my landscape that I think needs something there, I will fill it. I have been known to go foraging in the woods looking for the perfect
woodland specimen to fit under one of my sprawling oaks, or to hide delicately beneath my beloved pussy willow.

I even use weeds. Yes, you read right, weeds. I know some folk that call anything a weed! But a weed to some is a ground cover or flowering grass to me!

Take for example the lowly bugle weed. Now that's it's common name. It is now being sold in garden spots under the name Ajuga. I have it growing all around my yard. My hubby mows it over calling it a weed. When I first spotted my bugle weed, I quickly called my sister, Cat. She is as much a weed lover as myself, often accompanying me on treks through the hills and hollers we live on.
Buttercups, bugle weed, gil go o'er, are all wonderful weeds to me. I know them by sight immediately in their early stages and gently pluck them from where they have been blown the previous season. I then place them where I can enjoy their beauty. You just need to find the right place to stick them where they will be happy! People are like that. I know you have heard the old saying, you can take the man out of the country but you can't take the country out of the man. Wherever they are at, they carry some of their "raising" with them. If I notice a flowering weed - (which by the way, more times than not, they are an herb) I

notice it's surroundings. What is it that caused this particular plant to take hold there. I sweet talk to it the whole time I am digging it up telling it how happy it is going to be in my garden. It can be a prince surrounded by an array of nodding subjects.

A truly regal, no - make that majestic, weed is Mullein. Erect and proud in my backyard at over 6 foot, these specimens can grow to over 10 foot tall. Their grace is matched only by their ability to withstand the heat of the summer sun without wilting. Mullein is actually an herb that is seen growing along the sides of the road in ditches, accepting the total disregard of passers by who fling their McDonald's bags at them. Oil from the flowers have been used for centuries for pulmonary ills. In fact, it is distilled today for many cough remedies. It also has anti bacterial agents in it. It makes a wonderful ochre dye from the golden flower heads.
I sow a lot of seed each year. Perrennials seeds, annual seeds ~ most I have gathered from my own, some I pluck from a friend's garden, some I order. In each batch of seed, there is always a weed that will pop up next to it. I let the weed grow until I decide if it is a prince, pauper or interloper. But above all, watching something grow from the ground up is a joy. It reminds me that life is a cycle. We come from the dust and return there. I remind myself when I look at the mullein to look cool, calm and collected when the heat gets turned up and to reflect the natural beauty that God has placed within me.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. (Matt. 6:28-29)

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Writers Strike?

I understand that the writers strike for tv is over or almost over. Not much of a tv watcher, it really hasn't bothered me. I prefer old re runs anyway or watching/listening to TruTv (formerly known as Court TV) during the day. Salacious trials are better than a soap opera to me!
That being said, I thought I would take a litle "strike". I am soooo ready for spring and I know that many of you are. I am going to repost this little one from last summer. I am already starting seeds under lights in my basement and planning my garden out this year! Come Spring! Hope you enjoy this one!
As you probably have figured out by now, I love to grow things. I prefer to grow from seed, but, gosh I am human and fall prey to flower pots in the garden center. But I don't buy the pretty ones. Nope, not me. I always go to the back section where on a black metal rack are the sick, dried out lifeless specimens that are being sold because they need TLC. My husband thinks I have some horse trader in my family gene pool because I have no pride whatsoever about dancing those distressed, nearly lifeless pots to the garden manager. I must have a way of shaming them with my total look of disbelief that they would charge me (or anyone else) for something that they had neglected to death! Most times, they will give me these poor things that need a good long drink of water and fresh soil. Some live, some are too stressed to survive, but most will give me seed.
Last year I was on one such jaunt and came across a small pack of what was marked cucumbers. Now I make a mean hot dog relish and that requires cucumbers. Family and friends bring the empty mason jars back for refills. So, looking at the sad cucumbers, I thought of relish. Once more, the garden manager met me and said, M'am, if you can get a Straight 8 out of these, I would like to see one! Smiling, I assured him I would be delighted.
I watched with hope as the plants grew. The problem was, they weren't cukes. They were gourds. Now anyone that knows me, knows that I LOVE gourds. I make birdhouses, fence decorations, doll heads, bowls, so many endless possibilities with the curcubita family. Another bonus with gourds are the amount of seeds that they produce! I always have more than enough to share with friends near and far.
Hoping that they were a long neck dipper, I knew as soon as they started to round out that they were the common gooseneck.

Within each seed head is a multitude of seed. Each one seed produces a multitude of more seed. And each seed produces what it is meant to. All they need is a little water, soil and sunlight. We are all sowers. We sow into each other's lives various seeds. Love, friendship, encouragement, laughter ~ I want to sow good seed. And if I think I am sowing one seed and it turns into another plant - like my cuke to gourd incident - I hope that what is produced is a happy bonus. (Matthew 13:1-23)

Monday, February 18, 2008

A Cozy in anticipation of Spring . . .

I know I am not the only one that anticipates each season! I love each season and each month (oh, wait a minute, I don't like August!) Anyhow, just last week we had a lovely little snowfall and today it is almost 60 degrees. The wind is blowing as if it is March already! We have daffodils peeking their heads up and the Easter grass is coming up too! Makes me want to hurry up and lose weight!! Betty, are we there yet????
I enjoy happy colors. I like things that are borderline bright. Yellow has always been my favorite crayon, along with purple, red and robin egg blue. Oh, and I adore lime green. This afternoon while going through my stash of fat quarters I decided to make a little cover for my recycled veggie cans. Yes, I recycle almost everything. They make great pencil holders, little pots for seedlings and rootings - they are the right size for a lot of things! Sometimes I paint them and put rick rack around them or glue buttons on them. But today, well, today, I felt like making a pencil cozy.

First thing you need to do is find a can. Measure the circumference and double it. That will give you your length. Then measure the height of the can. I like a ruffly effect so I added an extra 2 inches.

After pressing, I sew two seams at the top and two at the bottom. These are for the elastic casing. When the seams are sewn, simply use a saftey pin and pull the elastic through the casing. Now this isn't rocket science. To get the right amount of elastic, just measure the circumference again and then minus a little bit. You want it to fit snugly but not so tight you can't fit your can in it. (I guess I should remember that when I try to buy jeans?)

After you have secured the elastic, it is time to sew up the side seam and fit your recycled can into it's new little cozy.

I remember my Granny doing this for flower pots back in the day. I may have to do that for some of the Easter Grass (the proper name is Bethelem Star) I plan on digging up very soon!

Friday, February 15, 2008

The Big Surprise

Good Morning, Folksies!
Yesterday the Valentine fairies surprised everyone here in my little corner of the world. We got snow. It was not in the forecast. Don't you love it when that happens? It began snowing Wednesday evening, just little flurries here and there. By 10:30 it was a virtual whiteout it was coming down so fast. When I awoke in the morning, it was everywhere.

For those reading this that are in areas hard hit with all the white stuff, I know you are tired of seeing it. But for this little area, it was exciting. We haven't had much this year. Just a little dusting the other week. Not enough to do anything with. This time we got close to 4 inches. Of course by mid afternoon it was gone except under trees. It was the perfect type of snow. Light, fluffy, great for snowballs.

Because it was such a surprise, the roads weren't scraped or salted until late morning. I didn't work (a personal yippee for me) and hubs was home as well. We walked down the hill to my folks. Even my 84 year old Daddy was impressed with God's ability to screw up the weatherman's prediction of sunny but cold. Yep, I always say that God's the weatherman. Ask Noah.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

To all the Sweethearts out there

Thought I would share some quotations that I am hoping, dear folksies, will meet with your approval. After all, everyone is somebody's someone!

Love may not make the world go round; but it makes the ride worthwhile.
-Sean Connery
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
-Robert Frost
Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
-Albert Einstein

Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house.
Love is a grave mental disease.

Where there is love there is life.
Mahatma Gandhi

I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine.
The Song of Solomon

We were two and had but one heart.
Francois Villon

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!

Well, hush my mouth!

One of my blogger buds who has become quite a dear friend, gifted me with this lovely award. Donna of Made in Heaven says this:
"Art Prize and Award"This prize has arisen from the daily visits that I dedicate to many blogs which nourish me and enrich me with creativity. In them I see dedication, creativity, care, comradeship, but mainly, ART, much art. I want to share this prize with all those bloggers that entertain me day to day and to share this prize with those who enrich me every day. Doubtlessly, there are many and it will be hard to pick just a few, the people I will name today deserve this prize, as do the very long serious list of bloggers I also enjoy to read, but I will name the first 10 and will leave the rest of the work to all the bloggers that visit other's blogs and are nourished by them."++++++++The rules of passing on this award are as follows:- post award in your own blog: [Post who gave it to you]- indicate its origin and a link to the site:
So, I will pass the artsy torch to:

Betty ofShe Sews Pretty
Robin of Bird In The Hand Primitives
Dixie of Northdixie Designs
Kat ofKaterpillars No More
Amy of Abundant Curiosities
Cathy of Tadpoles and Teacups

These gals are always good for inspiration, a dose of Dr. Feel Good, and in general, all around good artsy eggs.

Thanks Donna!!! Pretty good for someone who hasn't been blogging too awfully much lately. I promise to try to get better.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

a few up and comers . . .

I almost have these little tykes ready. Just need a few more finishing touches and then they will be ready for The Humble Arts!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

The Humble Arts will be having a month long celebration during the Month of March. Please keep your eyes peeled for future announcements. We will be doing giveaways weekly. to win you must register for our mailing list - lots of goodies will be given away.