Sunday, November 30, 2008

G is for Geranium

A couple of years ago, E an I were at our nearby garden center, Watter's, when I spied a display of red geraniums. These were much larger plants than I feel I can afford, but there in the middle of all that true red shone a single plant with blossoms in that yummy color that we, who were teens in the fifties, called Lipstick Pink. I guess the other way to describe this color is to call it rose. I have tried many times to photograph this plant and the color never comes out true. It's always pretty though, so I have resigned myself to show the many colors it appears on film and to celebrate the size it's attained sitting on the floor of the kitchen pushing everyone out of it's way. This picture is close, but a bit too salmon.
The top blossom is close to the color, but a bit too blueish....
The girls obligingly posed to give it some perspective...
Carl Linnaeus the father of botanical classification included these plants in the genus geranium, but in 1789 along came Charles L'Henitier who decided to differentiate these plants, originally from Africa, from the native species of geranium found in Europe and North America known as cranesbill. He called this genus pelargonium. Both cranesbill and pelargonium belong to the family Geraniaceae . Most gardeners still say geranium!

Saturday, November 29, 2008

F is for Fish

This is Mr. P., Hyposotomos Plecostomus. (You can click the picture to see him in detail) He's a variety of catfish who spends his time lazing about the bottom of the tank grazing on algae
Although he belongs to my son, Mr. P. is presently residing in our basement while they do some remodeling. This guy is about ten inches long, but in the right conditions a Plecostomus can achieve two feet in length.
These fish are found in Central and South America and you can read about them here
E. has grown very attached to this fellow and dearly loves to give him treats of cucumber and zuchini squash.
This illustrates the old addage that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, for which I am eternally grateful..

Friday, November 28, 2008

E is for Eagle

The Bald Eagle, our National symbol..........long may they fly.

If you like, you can read some interesting facts about The American Bald Eagle while go I warm up a piece of leftover pie for breakfast....or dressing...or pie..or....

For the laugh of the day, go over to Bec's and see what her son got for his birthday. Tiz a bit of a shocker...

Thursday, November 27, 2008

D is for Dinner

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is my favorite Holiday. It's the day my family gathers to sit down around the old walnut table that belonged to my Great Grandparents. It's the day we all get to have our favorite foods and we all have our favorites, so there is always much more food than we need or in reality, should have.
It is the day that the good silver is laid beside the best china in a sparkling array not to be seen any other time of year..... my Granddaughters practicing their table setting..

"No, Roo that big soup spoon goes on the very outside," councils Piglet kindly as they make their way around the big old oval table that is fully extended, and truthfully, way too big for one side of the living room.
It is always cramped. We sit as close together as our chairs will allow, holding hands while someone says grace. It is a moment of true thankfulness..for our close knit family, for good friends at home and in cyberspace...for our warm homes..for our comfortable lives.. for the blessing of being born in this bounteous country....we are truly grateful...

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

C is for Crocodile

Ummm, best not to tease one as this Israli backpacker, Navon Mashiah was doing seconds before this picture was taken in Australia.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

B is for Butterfly

Last summer, E. took this picture of a beautiful Black Swallowtail Butterfly on his Buddleia. This is a nicely scented variety of "Butterfly Bush" that smells almost like lilacs.
If you click the picture, you can see some very nice detail on this fellow.
A quick shot as he fluttered away shows his back markings..

Today, as I look out of the window, I see the that all the leaves have fallen from the branches of the Cottonwood and Russian Olive trees. The sap of life has slipped from those bare bone branches to leave them anesthetized against the cold to come. I'm already longing for the heat of summer, the scent of blossom..... the sight of butterflies.
I guess I'll go down under to see what Meggie's growing in her lush and colorful garden.

Monday, November 24, 2008

An Apple a Day

What's with blogger anyway? At this last minute, I decided to participate in Lisa (Laughing Orca Ranch)'s challenge to post an alphabetical letter a day. Now what about A? Well Apple of course, so I hopped aboard the Google Express and found pictures of all my favorite apples. Now, I can't upload the pictures.
Okay, nothing daunted, well maybe a little daunted..I shall persevere (does anyone else remember an actor, a long, tall guy maybe named Clyde Culpepper reciting a poem, Persevere in silly, over modulated tones on the old Dick Van Dyke show? Well, never mind.....

I gathered pictures of real apples the kind of apple that, when you plant a seed, will actually grow into a tree of the same variety. I'm not talking about the hybrid apples they tout as superior these days.
People used to plant several varieties of apples to serve different purposes. There were small, oh-so-tart Jonathan perfect for pies and big red Rome Beauties for baking, their centers bubbling with raisins and nu
ts and cinnamon.
There were McIntosh that obligingly served either purpose very well.
There were red delicious, crisp and juicy for crunching in front of the cozy autumnal fire before facing a trek to the cold upstairs bedrooms. Smaller, flavorful Yellow Delicious served the same purpose.
Apples were carefully picked and wrapped in paper, to be stored beside baskets of root vegetables in the cellar. Hopefully they would last through the winter, each to be enjoyed for it's own purpose.
I'm thinking apple pie would go very well right now..

Saturday, November 22, 2008

In Search of Art

One day last fall we were at loose ends and looking around for something to do, decided to have lunch at JB's (including PIE) and then take in the art show at Yavapai college.
There were some nice big paintings with a woodsy wildflower theme by the artist Mary Farmer, and some gizmos and gadgets. The girls each picked out a favorite painting and we left quite satisfied.
In the car, the girls started giggling among themselves. "Grandma, did you see that bar of soap with the Lord's Prayer carved in Aramaic," they wondered. "Yes," I had seen it and had squinted at the fine print long enough to see that the tiny print on the bar of ivory soap was in Aramaic and that the price was $250.
"Isn't that terrible!" They were puffed up with indignation.
"Well, the artist must have felt he was saying something that was important to him..."
"After all, Aramaic is probably the language Jesus spoke," I pointed out.
At this point, E. shot me a sideways look. "Did you read the description," he asked, obviously amused.
"Not all of it," I confessed. At this time, they all had a great time informing me that the dark lines that emphasized each carefully carved letter were made up of the artist's embedded pubic hair!
Needless to say, the trip was a success for shock value alone. Now I'm wondering if any of our County tax dollars found their way into that project! It's hard for me to think of that sort of project as not so much art, but the result of an adolescent mind needing to shake up the establishment. What do you think?
Granny J. has a great post of Prescott area bronzes here. There you can see the work of some wonderful artists.

I thought I'd remember the names of the Mary Farmer paintings, but only remember the one below, The Stigmata Tree.
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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Just Passing Through

One spring morning, E. found this desert tortoise in his little "meadow" munching fallen rose petals. When she found herself being observed, she abandoned her roses to beat a hasty retreat ...well as hastily as a tortoise can retreat. She was around for a few days as we discussed what to do with her. It pretty much boiled down to searching for her owner or taking her out to the local zoo..when she disappeared as mysteriously as she'd appeared. Being me, I wake up in the cold of the night and worry about her.
This little bull snake stopped by too. He was all shiny and new looking having apparently just lost his old skin. We drove him down the hill to the wild brushy area where we take the skunks.
There, he was more than happy to slither into the underbrush. At least I assume he was happy. It's hard to tell with a snake..
It is just such momentous occurrences that keep the One Acre Wood humming along!
I'm still fussing with my pictures. Hopefully, I'll get them straightened out one day!

Friday, November 14, 2008

On theWild Side

I had a post in mind for today, but upon opening Picasa found all my files scrambled. They're fine in My Pictures, but there are so many of them and I got busy there organizing and reorganizing and now time has flown.....

I got a kick out of these pictures..ever felt like the weight of the world was on you?

Those were taken in an African wildlife preserve. Below, just keepin' their cool..

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Veterans Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
by Lt. Coronel John McCrae
Coronel McCrae was a Canadian MD , a surgeon who wrote this poem in 1915. Today, Canadians and Brits and Aussies and Americans are holding that torch high, keeping the faith. Bravely, they stand together to protect our freedoms. I am so grateful.....

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Ascending Moon....

One summer evening, I saw this ascending full moon flirting with us mortals. Playing hide and seek, it rose inexorably toward its zenith, offering an occasional tantalizing glimpse of glowing perfection through patches of roiling storm clouds as they sailed in, borne by a brisk easterly breeze.
They're nice when clicked....


I planned to post this morning, then life intervened.
Now I had a minute..tried to upload a couple of pictures, and Picasa wouldn't behave!

For anyone wondering how I'm taking the election results, I have this to say...
God Bless America, and God Bless and guide President Obama. He's taking over an enormous job, and he'll need all the support and loyalty we can give him.

I'll try to get my pictures up later..

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

You're a Grand Old Flag!

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
George by M. Cohan

Monday, November 3, 2008

Speak Softly and Carry a.......What?


Jan at Vinegar and Honey has a beautiful post today.... I cried, you probably will too...

Sgt Joe Cook, an Iraq war Veteran speaks directly to the man who may become his Commander in Chief.

What does the possible leader of the Free World have to say to those who would lay down their lives to make freedom ring?

Darn, this lantern is getting heavy! Tomorrow I can put it down for awhile...

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Is this the Dream?

Is this what Martin Luther King had in mind?

Is this what many of the people lining up at the polls two days before the election are expecting?

Just what is being racist? Is it this little girl?

Here's Bill Clinton obviously put on the spot regarding Obama's association with Reverend Wright. Is there a difference between Wright and the KKK leader David Duke?

As police gear up for race riots should Obama lose the election, I can't help wondering what Dr. King would say to them.

I wonder what he would say to Barack if he found out the "beloved Auntie Zeitiuni" described in his book was living in public housing and that her nephew, apparently had lost track of her and didn't know of her circumstances as a fugitive illegal alien. He did return the $260 or so she'd donated to his campaign. Well......he had to as her status made it an illegal donation...