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The Difference of a Day

I had an opportunity to borrow a camera from work.  I wanted to take pictures of my juggling props for my juggling wesite

I had stuck some sweet potato vine in a vase and one of the leaves had started to turn yellow in an interesting way.  It had diagonal yellow stripes creating an inverted V.

I didn’t grab the camera, I thought, I’ll take a picture of that when I take pictures of the props.

Not a good idea.  The leaf was curled up when I got up.  So I went to the garden to find something similar.

NOPE, not a single leaf was anything close to what I had had the day before.

I got some great pics and am sharing one with you here.  But it’s not the one I wanted to share.  All because I waited one day.

What are you missing because of waiting?

fall passion vine leaf

fall passion vine leaf

Blooming Sweet Potato

A favorite thing I’ve learned at the garden is to eat sweet potato tops.  I love to have them in my stir-fry.  I’ve also learned that they root quickly if put into water.  Becky gave me some a little over a week ago.  I took them to work and put them in a vase.  They were a lovely decoration and did root quickly!

So about a day after Becky put hers into the ground, I planted mine.  She had to go out of town this weekend, she asked me to keep an eye on her plants and water them if they got droopy.  They did and I did.  And I found that one had a bloom on it!  I’ve never seen a sweet potato flower.


blooming sweet potato

blooming sweet potato

Gardeners Plant Sticks

Yesterday, I was given some plants that were overflow for the school I was working.  I was reminded to cut the plant back when planted so it would grow.

I didn’t get to plant the flowers until this morning.  The leaves were wilted and looked sad.  However, I’ve done this kind of thing before if not with this flower but with others.  So I got the scissors and cut the plant in half.

Then I divided the clump and planted the sticks in two different locations. Watered and now waiting.

I thought if someone saw me, they’d ask me why I’m planting sticks in my front yard.  I’ll tell them to wait and see.

The season of planting and growth is one of my favorite.  Which is good because I start a new job today.  And true to self, I didn’t ask too many questions.  I know when I go in.  I do not know when I get off or how long I have for lunch.

Don’t know if I’ll ever learn to ask the questions before I leap, but I’m ok with that.   Gonna be exciting to see how the day unfolds, just like watching the sticks put forth leaves and flowers.

First Tomatoes

I’ve been working a part time temporary job.  While I’ve been away, one of the tomato plants I put along the fence line has been doing OK.  I thought they had all died so it was a pleasant surprise to see what I found this morning.

These little guys are smaller than a dime.  I can’t wait to eat them.

tiny tomatoes

tiny tomatoes

Does It Matter?

That’s what I’ve been asking myself lately.  About a lot of different things.  I’ve been looking for a job since about October of last year.  Not as long as some people, I know but I’ve put in a lot of applications had a few interviews and the savings are running out.

If I tap into my 401k, I’ll take a 20% hit off the top.  I really don’t want to do that.

I’ve had a couple of part time temporary assignments, I’ve found on my own.  Seems like the temp agencies don’t want me working for them.  Odd since the people I have worked with said they would contact me when they have more work.

I’ve been missing Gpa, Gma, mom and other’s who have gone. Died.  Missing them unbearably.

Working in in the garden has helped some.  Seeing the trees and flowers springing to live has helped some.  The frost killing most of the tomato babies did not help at all!

A couple of days ago, my boyfriend and I went out to eat.  (Do you call them boyfriends if you are 50?)  The meal was good.  We enjoyed each others company.  We were both tired so the conversation may not have been very stimulating.  It was nice to have time together.

When we left the restaurant, I saw this little pink flower growing between the parking spot and the curb.  I bent down and yelled at it.  I was so mad!  “What do you think you are doing?”

This is the worst place for a plant to grow.  The plant will struggle it’s entire life.  Someone may consider it a weed and spray it or pull it.  It won’t have much room even if it’s left alone.  So it will be stunted.

My boyfriend pointed out that this flower worked on blooming where it was and here I was yelling at it.

I did point out that all it knows is I’ve given it extra carbon dioxide.  Plants like that.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I went back to see if it was still there. Yep.  So I took a picture.  It looks like a petunia but I”m not sure.  I plan to ask the ladies at the garden tomorrow if they can tell what it is.

I feel like that plant and want to know ‘what do I think I am doing.’  and does it really matter?  I can tell you I haven’t a clue.

Maybe a petunia

In a hard place

32 Tomato Babies

This is the second year I’ve started tomatoes from seed I collected.  I didn’t write down the variety when I collected the seeds because I thought I’d remember by the color of the goo.  I had red, green and purple.   I didn’t think about the goo being gone.

So I know the plants are one of three variety’s anyway.

Just like last year, I thought I’ll just plant a couple and get them started in the window.  Well, the seeds are so little, I keep planting.  I ended up with 32 tomato babies.

I thought what am I going to do with that many plants?  I shouldn’t have fretted.  I gave my daughter 8 for her and her friends.  I planted 8 and lost 7 due to a late freeze.  I planted 3 along my back fence at home and one of the chickens figured out how to get under the chicken wire, the hen sat on one.  I gave 4 more to friends.  And 2 in my new area at home.

OK so maybe 32 tomato babies weren’t too much.

You know what else I like to do?  I like to take the part I pinch off and see if I can propagate that as well.  So I have 6 new tomato babies  to care for in my window.

Propagating Passion Flowers

In the Spring Season, I helped clear a bed.  I was wanting to get some flowers to attract the pollinators to my garden at home. I was thinking Zinnia’s so I dismissed the offer to take the stray passion flower vines we were pulling up from the bed.

I was told that at the nursery, they go for $20 a pot. Sometimes I’m slow on the uptake.  It took me a few minutes of working and thinking to process: Passion flowers attract pollinators.

And here I was given the opportunity to have 6 plants for effort of digging them up.

I took them, planted and watered.  They looked like a bunch of sticks for quite a while but I’m happy to say, I’m getting flowers now.

passion flowers

Passion Flowers in my backyard


There has been so much happening, so fast.  I haven’t been sure how to process.  I haven’t been sure what to say.

Is this blog becoming political?  I shy away from this.  I don’t want to get into debates on what is right or wrong.  I don’t want to start flames. Though I do have opinions, my main concern is that we Americans keep our ability to choose.

I had two babies without insurance and without government aide.  I am as stubborn as my husband and I told him I would not got to Parkland.  Our first baby was breach and I got a c-section. We did not go to Parkland and we paid for the bill ourselves.  We had to go on the easy payment plan.  That was the 80’s.  I’m not sure that I’d have this option today.  Today, with no insurance, the hospital of my choice may not take me.

That’s too bad.

It appears to me that our Texas Representatives are not hearing what the different sides are saying.  Not representing constituents.   I called my reps office and in the discussion was told neither side wants to give an inch.  I stated that there is a concern that if the bill becomes a law, the clinics will be closed and free health care will no longer be available. Which includes yearly pap smears to detect cancer.

The response is well, we won’t know until it happens.  After I got off the phone, I thought, why are we pushing something that we don’t fully know the repercussions?

That same day, I took my rescue cat to a mobile unit to be fixed.  And because I live in a low income area, it was free.  We take better care of our animals than other people.

And the courts have shown that this type of law will not be upheld.  It is still being pushed through.

A man in Texas killed a woman because of ….. what ever his story was. He got off.  But we’ll never hear her side of the story.  She died.

Trayvon Martin won’t be able to tell his side of the story either.  He’s dead.

No matter what happened and the outcome, many lives will never be the same.  George Zimmerman may or may not wish he had made a different choice.  But he will have to live with the results of what he did.  So will we.

Another Florida man shot up an SUV full of loud teenagers at a gas station.  He felt threatened. In the blink of an eye.  A life is over.  Many other lives will never be the same.


This is what happens when we live in fear, anger, lack.  When we don’t seek to heal the hurts and right the wrongs.

And because there is so much hurt I hesitate to tell you how excited I am on finding the keys to the back gates.

Why I thought putting them in the bedside table drawer was a good idea, I’ll never know.  It isn’t even the last place I would look.  I found them while looking for something else.

I can now easily weed eat the back alley.  Which is close to being a code violation, if it isn’t already.

I can now order that load of dirt so I can expand my garden and fill in the low places.

Then I can set up a hive and get bees.

And all the while, I will pray for the people who are grieving, hurting, and regretting.




It’s Not a Burden

Our organist is ill.  So ill she is in the hospital.  Then she’ll be in rehab for three weeks.  Ouch.  Many prayers please.

It is a good thing I have been practicing daily. I was able to play the violin for church a couple of weeks ago.  This past Sunday, a member who plays the guitar did so.  The leaders don’t want to wear us out.

That’s funny.  I get great joy playing, it doesn’t wear me out.   I’m not sure if I expressed this in a way to over come their thoughts of how hard it must be.  It isn’t hard, it’s just I don’t play by ear and I only know the one key.  So I am limited on what I can play.  Doesn’t mean I  don’t want to.

Good thing I get to bring my violin to Tuesday morning harvest.  I play what ever I want and take requests if they are in my repertoire.


A Sparkle for a Couple of Pretty Ladies

Carl comes to the garden with his daughter.  They are in a similar situation that Gpa and I were in.  She was worried when I gave her some of Gpa’s clothes, that it would hurt to see Carl in them.

“Oh, no! Quite the contrary.  It will do me good to see someone else making use of his things.”

He has recently broken his hip and they had to buy a wheel chair.  If we hadn’t been renting ours, I would have given them that as well.

Yesterday, I ran up to the garden to have lunch.  Boy, do I love working from home!

We were wrapping up when Carl and his daughter came in.  He sat across from me and I waited until he looked up.

When he did, I gave him a big smile.  He does remind me of Gpa, and then again he doesn’t.  He is his own person and a delight to be around.  He saw my smile and shyly smiled back and ducked his head.  Then he looked at Becky and she gave him a big smile, too.  And boy did his eyes twinkle!

His daughter told him Becky had asked him a question.  We both told her that he responded.

The best things in life can be had when we stop and be with each other.  As far as I’m concerned, a sparkle from the eye is better than many diamonds.