Darling Buds of May  

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Here in the San Francisco bay area we are experiencing the coldest May in fifty years. I can't remember it ever being this chilly at this time of year (which means I'm still (relatively) young). It seems only fair that if the last two weeks of the month were going to be cold and rainy (today it poured and hailed which might be normal for your area which is why I don't live there) the first two weeks were truly spectacular: sunny, cloudless, mild days redolent with the scent of orange blossoms, the very same blossoms that ordinarily get blown off in the last wild storm of winter or are withered from the vine in an early blast of high summerlike temperatures. As I shiver at my computer, I am grateful that I took some photos back in those halcyon days.

Out in the garden . . .









View from the windows . . .






Bringing the outdoors in . . .



Princess Alexandra of Kent, Abraham Darby and Queen of Sweden, all by David Austin



Princess Alexandra of Kent and New Dawn climbing rose



New Dawn climbing rose





I just love their sweet, little faces!

Still, I think the one below is sweeter . . .

Read more of my reflections on roses HERE

"In the Pink" DIY Kitchen Project  

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I've been in a pink and white frame of mind as of late.


Now that my living/dining room has green walls, there was only the kitchen left to meet my pure pink and white sensibilities (mind you, my pink, white and green sensibilities are alive and well).

(The kitchen window area as it has been for nearly five years.)
I've had one of those door trim kits, the Victorian kind with the rosettes, hanging around in the garage for far too long. It was time to put it to work. While I was at it, I intended to purify the palette a bit.

(It's difficult to know how to be-curtain a corner window.) (In a brilliant piece of engineering, I nailed this valance to the wall. When I removed the nails, I discovered that cooking fumes make for a satisfactory sticking agent. After poking myself full of holes with straight pins in order to create my new valance, I remembered that the old one is actually fairly pink and white--once it has paid a visit to the washing machine.) (This is one of those situations that we put under the label of "poetic justice".)


I'm a big fan of those trim kits but I'm a hater of crooked walls. In spite of my handy dandy level (one of my favorite Christmas gifts from my husband--ever) I had to re-do one particular piece of trim SIX times. I guess I was being pretty loud about my extreme disappointment over the shoddy construction standards of whomever built my house because my Little Guy was hanging onto my legs, whimpering with empathy. "Please, Mommy, just stop!" he begged.
But I persevered.
I'm not sure if I actually like it better or not but I have always wanted a balloon valance so at least I can cross that off my bucket list (yes, my bucket list is fairly pitiful).

There is not one stitch in this valance--I did it all with straight pins, including the curtain rod pocket. I plan to take it down one day and use actual thread but by then, it will all be stuck together with those oily cooking fumes, rendering my efforts pointless. (What was that? How do I dare wash it? I think I probably dareth not but since that goes right along with my cleaning habits (or lack there-of) it's all good.)
(There's still that minor problem of my around-the-corner window. I tried, valiantly, to make a valance that would go around but I finally gave up and called it good.)


Please note that the curvature of the window trim you see is not due to the shoddy construction of my house or the lack of intelligence on my part of any kind. It's all on account of my darn, nuerotic camera.


Ahhhhh, the pink and white of it all . . .

Meanwhile: "One of these things (below) is not like the others. One of these things just doesn't belong. Can you tell which thing is not like the others by the time I finish my song?"





(Proof that I make good stuff.)
(Sorry, I just couldn't resist.)

In Which I Reveal the Nature of My Dragon  

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And the dragon roars as you gaze up in disbelief at the enormous gold and green and red and purple and argent-blue beast. As you watch the plumes of ash that once comprised your roof now swirling through the air in the wake of the dragon’s fiery blast, you hope and pray that what you are seeing is not a Roof Dragon. No, not that. Anything but that.

For in this land in which you live, there are many dragons. There is the Crop Dragon that burns your golden waves of grain purely for his amusement. Many people in the land have entertained a Crop Dragon at one time or another. These dragons are a terrible nuisance and, in worst case scenarios, they can cause a family to starve for lack of nourishment but they never kill outright.

Then there is the Maim Dragon. This is a terrible and dreaded dragon indeed as he strikes at random, does his worst, and is gone. Most families care for a victim of a Maim Dragon at one time or another but as terrifying as is his random destruction, his victims are as likely to recover as to die.

Not so with a Roof Dragon. His burns never heal and once he has settled on your roof, he never leaves. What’s more, he develops a taste for certain families. Indeed, if you have a roof dragon, you are a family who is forever doomed.

Nevertheless, you do what any poor soul in your position would do.

You run.

Picture courtesy of google free clipart.

For Those Mothers Who Struggle  

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My post for today is here. (Just click on it. While you're there, take a look around. It's an awesome site!)


I dedicate this post to my nieces, Jenny and Katie who are experiencing the highs and lows of mothering special needs children, as well as my blog friends who mother children with challenging differences or who work(ed) with special needs/challenging kids not their own: Barb, Carolyn, Charette, Christine, Eowyn, Heather, Jami, Jenna, Kristina, Kate, Katie, Kazzy, L.T. and Stephanie.

(For those who are wondering about the dragons . . . so am I--but they're coming . . .)

First Responders  

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I love my flowers--they're some of my very best friends.
As if this wasn't enough, I have about 400 rosebuds about to burst into bloom at any second.
Be still my beating heart.
I missed May Day this year--in recompense, I have posted this video of Julie Andrews singing The Lusty Month of May from Camelot, one of my all time faves.
Nobody does it like Julie.
Below that are pics of some of the first responders (first to bloom in response to my pleading and cajoling) in my front and back gardens. Enjoy!






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Queen of Sweden--again. What can I say? She's the Queen.



The Mary Rose, Coat of Many Colors, White Iceberg, Abraham Lincoln




Nothing smells better than orange blossoms. There are things that smell as good, but nothing better.


My rain soaked Abraham Darbies. Poor babies.






The orange Coat of Many Colors fades to this gorgeous soft pink and yellow. I lurve them. Orange is a coveted color at Halloween but an orange rose that obliges me by turning pink . . . there are no words.














Queen Elizabeth, not to be confused with The Queen of Sweden. (We're still talking roses, here. Either that or I have friends in high places.)



Bonne nuit.