A few of my favorite things....
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RedVixen said:
ditto. I even love when I wake up thinking that I'm about to have a heart attack only to find the 20 pounder laying on my chest.
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Lorali82 said:
Now, if it was an unexpecteed sex toy in my cereal, I'd cherish her forever....
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The delights of June
In my part of the world, June brings subtle pleasures like,
..........fireflies (a/k/a Junebugs),
..........honeysuckle, and
..........cicadas and crickets.
I look forward to their arrival every year and this year is no different. Honeysuckle is wonderful and the smell is sublime. In the soft dew of the morning, there's nothing finer than picking the flowers off the vine, pulling the stamen slowly down through the stem until a few sweet drops of liquid emerge which I delight in licking. Yummy!
The dance of the fireflies is imminent. They provide nature's free fireworks. When I was a kid, Johns Hopkins was in the initial stages of investigating bioluminescence. They used to pay kids for collecting fireflies, so we'd spend summer nights pursuing 'em. We stored scores of fireflies in masonry jars with ice-picked holes punched in the top prior to later delivery to Hopkins.
In my part of the world, June brings subtle pleasures like,
..........fireflies (a/k/a Junebugs),
..........honeysuckle, and
..........cicadas and crickets.
I look forward to their arrival every year and this year is no different. Honeysuckle is wonderful and the smell is sublime. In the soft dew of the morning, there's nothing finer than picking the flowers off the vine, pulling the stamen slowly down through the stem until a few sweet drops of liquid emerge which I delight in licking. Yummy!
The dance of the fireflies is imminent. They provide nature's free fireworks. When I was a kid, Johns Hopkins was in the initial stages of investigating bioluminescence. They used to pay kids for collecting fireflies, so we'd spend summer nights pursuing 'em. We stored scores of fireflies in masonry jars with ice-picked holes punched in the top prior to later delivery to Hopkins.
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The EXTREMELY RARE moments I get to spend with ELIAS after an NP show. I treasure them more then anything else in life, including chocolate & coke, both of which I looove very much. (smile, tears)
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trysail said:
I used to do this with jasmine when I was a little girl. Thank you for bringing back a lovely memory.
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It's that time of the year.
It's that time of the year. Outside my window, mother robin is constructing a nest. She's flying to and fro collecting materials. Her careful and laborious construction is fun to watch. Shortly, she'll be spending long hours sitting in her nest. I've always loved the turquoise blue of robin's eggs. In the blink of an eye, she'll be feeding little ones. Just think- I've got a ringside seat for the whole show!
N.B., not long afterward, the Pet Peeve thread will undoubtedly receive a post complaining about the racket outside my window at 5:30 in the morning from a nestful of hungry juvenile robins. In youth, some of my less tolerant friends were known to use firearms against noisy early morning avians. While I never actually witnessed these reported slaughters, their repetition by numerous sources leads me to believe they were not apocryphal.
It's that time of the year. Outside my window, mother robin is constructing a nest. She's flying to and fro collecting materials. Her careful and laborious construction is fun to watch. Shortly, she'll be spending long hours sitting in her nest. I've always loved the turquoise blue of robin's eggs. In the blink of an eye, she'll be feeding little ones. Just think- I've got a ringside seat for the whole show!
N.B., not long afterward, the Pet Peeve thread will undoubtedly receive a post complaining about the racket outside my window at 5:30 in the morning from a nestful of hungry juvenile robins. In youth, some of my less tolerant friends were known to use firearms against noisy early morning avians. While I never actually witnessed these reported slaughters, their repetition by numerous sources leads me to believe they were not apocryphal.
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The first sip of my morning coffee. Creamy mocha caffeinated goodness.
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Bury me under the boxwood
For those of you unfamiliar with the Mid-Atlantic region of the U.S., one of the definitive architectural motifs of the area is the classic red brick colonial Georgian residence accented with white wood trim and dark shutters. Invariably, the scene is complete with boxwood hedges and grounds featuring brick paths lined by large, mature boxwood bushes.
There are a couple of varieties of boxwood (bear with me, I'm no botanist). The most well-known are English and American. The plant's leaves are small and the bush itself is dense. Boxwood plants can grow to be quite large. Mature boxwood can be (and frequently are) used for topiary designs. The plant is not usually seen much north of the Mason-Dixon Line, as it cannot survive cold winters.
The Wikipedia description is woefully inadequate:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buxus
In the spring, boxwood gives off an aroma that I am at a loss to describe. It is simply delightful and I find it intoxicating- to the point that I frequently thrust my head into the boxwood bushes to drink up the smell.
I can smell the stuff from a pretty fair distance. During the first years of my exile, I recall stumbling across a rare, inexplicable planting near Carpenter's Hall in downtown Philadelphia. I was incapable of resisting the smell of "home" and immediately stuck my head right into the bush. Anyone who witnessed the act must have thought I was deranged.
When the time comes to put me underground, bury me under the boxwood.
For those of you unfamiliar with the Mid-Atlantic region of the U.S., one of the definitive architectural motifs of the area is the classic red brick colonial Georgian residence accented with white wood trim and dark shutters. Invariably, the scene is complete with boxwood hedges and grounds featuring brick paths lined by large, mature boxwood bushes.
There are a couple of varieties of boxwood (bear with me, I'm no botanist). The most well-known are English and American. The plant's leaves are small and the bush itself is dense. Boxwood plants can grow to be quite large. Mature boxwood can be (and frequently are) used for topiary designs. The plant is not usually seen much north of the Mason-Dixon Line, as it cannot survive cold winters.
The Wikipedia description is woefully inadequate:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buxus
In the spring, boxwood gives off an aroma that I am at a loss to describe. It is simply delightful and I find it intoxicating- to the point that I frequently thrust my head into the boxwood bushes to drink up the smell.
I can smell the stuff from a pretty fair distance. During the first years of my exile, I recall stumbling across a rare, inexplicable planting near Carpenter's Hall in downtown Philadelphia. I was incapable of resisting the smell of "home" and immediately stuck my head right into the bush. Anyone who witnessed the act must have thought I was deranged.
When the time comes to put me underground, bury me under the boxwood.
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Smells of home:
--dry grass
--pool chlorine
--orange blossoms
--eucalyptus
--dry grass
--pool chlorine
--orange blossoms
--eucalyptus
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I love textures. Feeling things slowly, admiring their beauty up close.
I'm sure I look just as silly as Trysail, sidling up close to a tree so I can examine its bark, or just things of that nature.
It's like being given a gift, and all you had to do was stop and spend a few minutes to ask for its secrets.
I'm sure I look just as silly as Trysail, sidling up close to a tree so I can examine its bark, or just things of that nature.
It's like being given a gift, and all you had to do was stop and spend a few minutes to ask for its secrets.
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