Casting Shadows

This evening I sat at the kitchen table and propped my feet up as I sipped a glass of Merlot. While waiting for the oven timer to signal dinner, I found myself being hypnotized by the shadows dancing on the wall across from me.

The sun was sinking slowly, but had pushed through the large crepe myrtles by the back deck to capture it's last moments of attention.

It's as if it was hoping for a second wind--but finally surrendered--knowing full well it was really done for the day.

Things Are Getting A Bit Hairy

The years after age 40 are full of surprises. Your body goes into it's own midlife crisis and decides all that was taken for granted and viewed as "a given,"--is no more. But we adjust. We learn to adapt and work through these minor inconveniences.

One such inconvenience is the gray hair that appears like an uninvited guest that has had a bit too much to drink. It's bold. It's wild--and it's hell-bent on doing its own thing.

I've tried the temporary color, I've tried the frosting, and I've tried to just ignore it altogether.

I think Dolly Parton had the best idea in Steel Magnolias which she indicated it just wasn't normal to do your own hair. Some things are just better left to the experts.

So, with that thought, I have officially relinquished the gray hair to the experts and I am on the 6 week schedule for a cut and color.

Now if we could just figure out the best fix for those "stray eyebrows" that find their way to my chin and upper lip. (Since I got off the HRTs, there ARE fewer.)


I've been using microwaveable wax for some time. It's quick. It does a damn good job and lasts up to 8 weeks. And, if I take the time to remember the Lamaze breathing I learned a hundred years ago, it's over in a snap. Any fresh ideas out there?

Seems a bit ironic that we women spend the bulk of our time trying to remove hair, and men-- at this age--spend a great deal of time trying to keep or regrow it.

Larger Than Life

This hibiscus had gotten so BIG,
I really don't know what I will do with it once the temperatures hit the 50s.



But isn't it just beautiful?

Casting Shadows

I love early morning when the shadows stretch long across the yard,
forcing you to see things you hadn't even noticed before now.

It's All How You Look At It

Is it possible to just look at a hibiscus bloom and feel joy?

Does this mean I'm a true gardener or that I've just lost my marbles?

The Best Things Come In Small Packages

Look, its a walnettolope.

I saved seeds from a particularly tasty melon I purchased last year and planted some in my garden. And the melon I purchased last year was a full-grown normal size melon.
Maybe it's the lack of rain or maybe, just perhaps, we have come up with a gourmet miniature melon...