ever wonder what it’s like inside a daylily bud? (me neither, until now…)

I believe we had six Daylilies several years ago when we bought the first plants. Each is a different color and has its own features. Up until recently I knew completely nothing about Daylilies, now I know a few things, but I am not yet comfortable in discussing the subject. Stay tuned and we will see where this new interest goes. (All photos on this page © Sometimes, 2021.)

The faded tulips exit gracefully; then came the “picker” trees (Locust) that volunteered widely in My Place.

The last Tulip of the Spring, experiencing life as long as possible. The mild weather allowed the tulips to hang on longer than usual this year. This bloom is one of the variety that reminds me of shiny candy apples.
Here is another pretty veteran Tulip, a bit battered but still a unique beauty. (Photos ©Sometimes,2021)
I call this a “pricker tree,” it arrived one spring in a builder’s load of fill-dirt from another site, and now they are everywhere. The trees are very fast growing, prolific, and very beautiful—but have wicked thorns. I had not seen any of the blossoms up close before; I think they are quite lovely. Anyone know what kind of tree this is? A quick search tells me that this is a Locust Tree, I don’t know the variety. The internet tells me that there are numerous types of Locust Trees, with flowering varieties profuse in flowers of many colors. (©Sometimes, 2021.)

more newcomers

a beautiful newcomer yesterday….a Knockout Rose, promises to live up to its gorgeous reputation. (©Somcetimes,2021)
In the process of blooming…smelling wonderful. Lilac by the back corner of my house.

A Knockout!

lost thing found, again

A few days ago I lost my red metal cane. Only recently have been making an effort to walk with my cane, but it isn’t always to be found where I left it. It stands alone, although it falls down easily and has in fact pounded a quarter-dollar size spot into the crook…when it falls forward it smacks against the surface hard enough to make a resounding crack! and has started to wear the baked red paint away.

The past several days have been perfect for looking around the place, and trimming trees damaged by snow damage earlier this year, and to feed my lust for fresh subjects for my camera. Everything is overgrown here on “the farm” and I recognize the chores…but I don’t have what it takes to keep on top of the challenge. My flower beds are unruly and unpredictable, and are lucky if they get a lick and a promise of proper tending. There is an abundance of ground-covering, especially Myrtle, which is lush and tall enough to hide things that fall into its clutches.

After a long walk around the yard, down the lanes into the back 40 where tree and plant debris hangs out along the fences to deteriorate, ranging from grass clippings to good size tree branches that came down during windstorms or wet snow loads. I had a hunch that my Red Cane may have ended up in a pile of debris and hauled off to the outer limits to be buried.

No luck in the debris piles. By time I got back up to the house, checked the Lil Kim Lilacs and flowering trees that I had worked on the other day, tired and ready to sit down…I was about to go in the house, when on another hunch decided to check the maze area and under the beginning Clematis. Sure enough, a streak of red and a glimpse of the vinyl stand, there was my cane.

We did a little victory dance. 🙂

Here are some random shots I took of the general area. (All photos are ©Sometimes, 2021)

Myrtle blossom.
The Western side yard. The original Japanese Cherry Host-tree and offshoots. Shrubs in mid-photo are Red Holly, they bloomed and berried profusely this year.

Money Plants, these thing volunteered all over the place, and they are so pretty they may stay.

Dandelion.

early daffodils

These daffodils are always the first to open. This particular line of flowers came from bulbs that were dug up on the western side of the property when they built the horse yards several years ago. Originally those bulbs were planted by my late husband Bob a couple of decades ago on the perimeters of our property… (Photos ©Sometimes 2021)

about my new header photo…its not photoshopped

The photo of the heart-shaped cloud formation is one I took several years ago. It is an actual photo of the sky, taken from a parking lot. A glance at the clouds when I got out of the car suggested that two opposing clouds were on a “collision course,” so I waited until they actually merged into the heart shape. No tricks of photo manipulation.

just sayin’ 🙂

That particular parking lot is known (by me, anyway) to produce some great sky-scapes.

…good job on the inauguration

so far so good…
Happy days are here again…. yay!   So far President Joe has reversed several of the worst issues (in my humble opinion, already President Biden: stopped the Wall, saved the Dreamers, put a plug in the Pipeline, and saved the Environment…rejoined the World Trade Organization; made Dr. Fauci a Happy Camper.   

Granddaughters
The First- Granddaughters all made President Biden proud with their coordinated Inaugural outfits.   oooh, and all but one of the granddaughters are over 21, so that makes them fair game for the Pick-on-the-POTUS-Kids-corps. The Biden Girls look like fun, probably not yet corrupted by fame and fortune…

Old Home Week
Like a family reunion, or Homecoming weekend, its always fun to see folks we haven’t seen since the last time: The former Presidents and other past and present dignitaries, not packed into the crowd as usual because of Covid-19… um, in hindsight they might have been warmer. It was 42-degrees in Washington D.C. during the inauguration ceremony. Mother Nature treats us all the same temperature-wise.

Entertainment
Wow….star studded indeed. Lady Gaga, Jennifer Lopez, Garth Brooks: they all did their performances tastefully, appropriately, and relatively-briefly, considering the cold. I know there were others that contributed their talents to the event, I apologize for not mentioning them individually.

The youth poet laureate Amanda Gorman was excellent. We need to hear more about her.

One of my Favorite Posts: The Venerable Bede (re-posted from 2015)

[I am posting this poem which I wrote in 2015 as one of a series of I will call: Favorite Posts.]

The Venerable Bede

The Venerable Bede had a lot to read
in order to write the order and the
history of the medieval world.
He considered the matter of churches and cathedrals
and determined to add something new
in order to broaden the catalogues.

The Venerable Bede went out to the towns and the
countryside chatting with merchants and lords
searching for secular facts and bits of lore…
and made it known he was looking for more.
He went with his scribes, and trusty mules to carry the scrolls,
and collected History–words of men and their exploits.

The Venerable Bede explored the world
beyond the monastery walls.
He asked about roads and river boats
and the manners of insects and stars.
He sat with the old folks and shared a pint,
inquiring about all things, and morays, and techniques
and facts that were new…to him.
He wrote about travel and voyages, of builders and sailors,
of farmers…and of men who plyed the trades.

The Venerable Bede always took heed
of secular motive and deed.
He recognized the worth in History,
no matter how mundane.
But through it all, the main thing he learned…perhaps…
was the Source of it All remained with God
and he told his admirers who praised his work,
or detractors who disapproved:
God is the Author–only the scribe was the Venerable Bede.

 ©Sometimes, 2015

Dottie and Alice compete

I decided to do this little thing, as good practice for putting images into my WordPress blog. Still rather intimidated, but I’m beginning to experiment with the New Editor and Blocks. If you click on the first photo a slideshow will appear. My captions on the individual photo aren’t included in the slideshow. Anybody know why?

(All photos and content on my blog, unless otherwise noted, are my own work. ©Sometimes, 2020.)

Frilly aprons and Floating Island…remembering Home Economics

Back in Junior High School days 1940/50s most American girls were required to study Home Economics. Boys had Shop Class, which familiarized them with tools like wood saws, screw drivers, hammers and drills other Man Tools used for building cool objects like birdhouses, candlestick holders, bookends and the like. Their sisters and other girls learned sewing skills like hemming, threading needles, and taught them their way around the Singer Sewing Machine…a wonder that was already familiar to housewives. The girls got to choose fabric yardage, buy a variety of sewing equipment like seam rippers and pincushions, and embark upon the adventure of sewing an apron. The making of the apron introduced the girls to cutting, pinning, basting, gathering, seam-sewing, and attaching pockets.

The girls also learned about kitchen appliances and acquired cooking and baking skills…and soon were capable of producing a delictable dessert called “Floating Islands.” The lesson involved making vanilla pudding, then adding a dollop of Merinque “floating” on top…which, to refresh the memory, involved separating egg whites from the yolks (without breaking the yolks!) and whipping the whites into a frothy cloud of topping…then browning the merinque under the broiler in an oven. (A valuable skill for learning to be a wife 😉

Girls also learned the art of washing clothes…sorting, washing, hanging on a clothesline, (no dryers yet) and proper folding….or ironing, which involved additional skills. I used to like ironing. In fact I liked it so much I may write a blog about it.

All this reminiscing about Home Ec class…and its joys or horrors for young girls, depending on their point of view…brings us to the point of this particular blog post—making homemade masks for use during the COVID19 pandemic.

Immediately the internet was flooded with pictures of masks, patterns of masks, sewing instructions, news articles from the likes of CNN, Washington Post, New York Times — in addition to all the DIY online shows, magazines — even the government produced demonstrations, patterns and tips for making masks.

So immediately upon getting everybody excited about making face masks….the fabric stores ran out of elastic; then they ran out of dark color fabric, and plain prints suitable for a small garment in place of lavender unicorns and smiling flowers. The biggest outrage of all, there was suddenly a shortage of sewing machines. All the stores were sold out. But undaunted, I decided to order one online. I found a Singer Sewing Machine site, which had numerous heavy-duty machines, each $84.00, no tax or shipping, and the promise to “ship the next day.”

So I cleared a place on my kitchen table for the new machine, and waited…and waited…and finally after about three weeks, did a USPS tracking check. Ah ha! My sewing machine had arrived from China at the USPS distribution point in Akron, Ohio. I waited for it to be shipped on to Cleveland, where it would then go to my town, North Ridgeville. About ten days later I did a PayPal search, and discovered that although my sewing machine had been indeed waiting in Akron …it had disappeared. Someone stole my sewing machine. I got my money refunded immediately, but still…

By this time I had discovered that my little Singer that I had had for maybe 20 years worked just fine once the top thread was threaded correctly. Duh. It wasn’t that I had forgotten how to thread sewing machines, a skill I learned when I was about eight years old…”they” had altered the threading sequence ever so slightly over the decades since Home Ec class.