Forever Young

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: Music

Today is Bob Dylan day on Coffee. Hard to believe I know but he turned 75. I could post so many songs. It was difficult to decide which ones so I just chose random songs I like from what seems an endless list.

The links will be added later as Box is acting up now.

Just Like a Woman

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: Music

I’ll be Your Baby Tonight

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: Music

All Along the Watchtower

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: Music

Tangled Up In Blue

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: Music

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: photo

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“Gardens and chocolate both have mystical qualities.”

Posted May 24, 2016 by katry
Categories: Musings

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Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay, my, oh my, what a wonderful day. I don’t know how exactly, but I managed to get my computer back. Whatever was loading disappeared or loaded. I have no idea. I left the computer on when I went to bed. It said 13 more hours to load. When I woke up, 9 hours later, all was well. I cheered when my screen saver loaded.

Today is damp and a bit chilly. It must have rained during the night. Outside is quiet. I don’t hear a single sound, not even a car.

Yesterday I bought my flowers for the front garden and the herb garden, and I bought a hanging tomato plant for the deck. All the flowers are perennials. Three of them are native plants which attract butterflies. I know one of them is a kind of milkweed. I also bought tall plants for the back of the garden. I couldn’t buy basil yet as it is still in the greenhouse. May 31st is the official date to start planting in New England, and because basil is susceptible to the cold,  the plants will stay in the greenhouse until the 31st.

A woman working in the garden chose some plants for me. She even used their Latin names. I was thunderstruck and quite awed.

I don’t remember when I first discovered you could buy live herbs. It was quite the revelation. I grew up in a pansy garden house. My dad dutifully planted them in front every year. They were evenly spaced and in a variety of colors. Years later, in a different house, my mother planted a garden right by the kitchen windows. It was filled with flowers and a statue of St. Francis holding his seed filled hands out to the birds. Maggie, another dog of mine, discovered the garden. She horrified my mother by wandering among the plants which were so tightly arranged they left little room for visitors. I had to go get Maggie several times. My dad finally put up a fence around the opening. I loved that little garden right outside the windows.


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