Ennui To Lunacy

A cute, little lizard-let’s call him “Gizzy”-was sitting on my outdoor rocker.


I said to him, “I have been gone only a short while and you took it upon yourself to become an imposition.”

“Get off my rocker!”  

Gizzy was quick to respond, “You’ve been off your rocker for many years!”

I then relinquished the rocker to this astute, little fella and quietly slipped inside without an argument—leaving a ‘loose screw’ behind.

Where Was I When The Lilacs Bloomed



Where was I when the lilacs bloomed-
When their perfume filled the air,
When clusters of purple adorned the tree,
Beside an empty chair.

Where was I when the daisies danced-
To the rhythm of the breeze,
They stood amid summer’s field,
Near my lilac tree.

Where was I when the Autumn hues-
Embellished my lilac tree,
When leaves drifted to earth-
In spite of my senseless plea.

Where was I when the daisies withered-
Beneath the whitened green,
When crystal bejeweled my lilac tree,
Rainbows could be seen.

I am where no daisies dance-
No lilacs come to bloom,
No brilliant hues carpet the earth,
Only days of sobering gloom.

But, in daydreams and night dreams-
I am there to see,
Daisy filled summer fields
And my lovely lilac tree.

— Elizabeth Fecteau-Woodward (1992)


*Lilacs drawn by me-

liz siggy

Something To Crow About

I live in a so-called city, and living in the city has restrictions and zoning laws. My neighbor, to the back of me, avoids all restrictions and zoning laws and keeps a chicken and a rooster. Which is ok by us –more

And Not A Drop To Spare?

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.-The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

I come from an area in New England where the ocean and the beaches were within my reach.   As a children, my sister and I swam in Atlantic Ocean at Rye Beach/Wallis Sands. Of course, back then, it wasn’t a destination for tourist as it is today.

The ocean water temperatures were frigid.  In the summertime, when the air temperatures rose to where the heat and humidity were just to much for one to tolerate, the only way to cool down was to go to the beach to swim.  Whether it was summertime or otherwise, that ocean water could turn a body blue and the rocky, jagged shores could give one a nasty cut, bruise, break to a bone or even-dare I say-a fatality.

As children, we could just barely romp among the waves on legs that were numb and tingly from the cold sea water, I could hear my mother call out from the shore telling my sister and me that it was time to come in and dry-off,

“Your lips have turned blue”!

Shivering, teeth chattering and near convulsions, we cried out and pleaded,

It’s not cold”!

“Can’t we stay in a little longer”?

“You’re not being fair”!

While in Miami, my sister and I visited the beach there.  The beach was right across the street from out hotel. It was cold and windy the two days we were at the beach.  We didn’t get to experience the ‘Miami Beach Scene’  because of the weather.   But I did snap a few photos and combed the beach for shells.

The first thing that caught my eye were the different hues of blue from the sky and ocean. And in the forefront, the white sands.

miami south beach colors

Dotted along the shore where these beach/guard shacks or beach/guard huts  painted in, what I call, tropical colors.

beach /guard shack-miami beach

I no longer find relief and joy in the ocean waters. I am content to just sit on shore, feet planted firmly in the sands, and admire the impressive, mighty forces of the deep.

Garden Fresh

What can one do with a bunch of vine ripened tomatoes from the garden, some extra virgin olive oil, a clove of garlic, basil, mozzarella and Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese and a narrow loaf of Italian/French bread?



Actually Tom put it in my head when he showed me a picture in the King Arthur magazine of  something similar to bruschetta.

OK!  OK!

I get the hint.


These delectable morsels hit the spot over a couple of ice colds.


I was happy to see that my sunflowers are coming along.


And, very happy to see that soon I will have a big beautiful flower to admire.

sunflower blossom
Sunflower (Bud?)

We are doing better since yesterday’s news. Thank you.

Fruits Of Love

We picked our first two vined ripened tomatoes on Sunday. They weren’t as big as they should have been but they were delicious.  We were fortunate to have any tomatoes after all the rain we had. We still have quite a few ripening on the vines. They should be ready in a couple of day.

Homegrown Tomatoes

Tom and I were excited to see the fruits of our labor. It is hard to believe that two grown people could get so excited about tomatoes. I had forgotten how good a homegrown tomato tastes. The last time we had them was 22 years ago from my father’s garden. He grew the best beefsteak tomatoes every years. It is going to be hard to go back to buying tomatoes from a store.


But if God willing, we will always have next year to grow more. That will be something to look forward to. We are hoping to add more raised beds this years.

I picked four cups of blueberries this afternoon from our bush. Tomorrow I am planning to make a berry sorbet tomorrow using red raspberries and blueberries.

Brian surprised me yesterday with these weeds flowers that he picked yesterday from our front yard.

flower weeds
Flowers From Brian

What more could a person ask for than to have a child bring them flowers that they picked themselves. One of lifes beautiful moments.

Yet, Another Grammy Moment

Yesterday morning we attended the third grade awards ceremony. Brian received a Multiplication License for knowing his multiplication tables.

Multiplication License

Then last evening we attended the schools award ceremony. Brian received The Superintendent’s Award and a medal for maintaining straight A’s for the whole school year. He has accomplished this since he first started school.

2009 awards
At the awards ceremony
The Superintendent's Award

His teacher told us that the STAR reading test he took revealed that he is reading at a 7.2 grade level. For a third grader that is pretty good.

On our way home last night, I spotted this large bird on the side of the road. Tom turned around so that I could get a picture of it. It was a wood stock stork. They are an endangered species here in Georgia.

Wood Stork
A Wood Stork