Ceramic Elephant and Real Dog

Is this really Mississippi? Like really southern Mississippi? We’re less than 3 hours from Coastal Mississippi  or the Gulf of Mexico or the Gulf of America….

They predicted snow and were right.

We started renovations on the porch back in October, so excuse the tools and boards in the pic. The elephant was my mother’s. The base of the bird bath was, too. I put the pretty blue gazing ball on top after the birdbath bowl was broken. The elephant hasn’t complained about the cold weather. It was 10° F yesterday.

Marigold didn’t want anything to do with the snow while we were in blizzard conditions on Tuesday. (Yeah, the weather people called it a blizzard!) Anyway, Wednesday, Marigold didn’t want to come in. Yes, I have a warm place up on the new porch for her. Here she is in front of that wonderful mayhaw tree. I’m hoping this cold weather will set record fruit yields in the spring.  Ah, spring…

The camellias got bitten pretty hard, so their season is probably over for the year.

Herman and Tex were turned into snowmen.

I’m looking forward to spring, but I understand that in every life, a little snow must fall. Really, I’m enjoying the different seasons.

The new porch; I’m looking forward to sipping tea there in warmer days.

Blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen. 

What Day Is It?

I think it was Wednesday today. Each 24 hours blends into another. Told to not go into work, my mother, Marigold and I bugged out to the country, not quite a week ago.

I’ve spent this time planting my big garden. G90 corn under planted with contender green beans: 2 rows. Almost half a row of squash: zucchini and yellow crooked neck. The rest of the rows will be zinnias, cosmos, bishop’s flower and a multitude of sunflowers. Pink flamingo whirlygigs mark where I’ve planted what. Plus, detailed notes are kept in a notebook. A gentle rain for most of yesterday (Tuesday?) graced the turned ground, making it perfect for planting.

Early evening, after a simple supper of braised chicken tenders and tossed salad, I sat down at the piano and right hand pecked out old hymns. I have trouble reading bass clef. Marigold was on the porch and she started barking, when she heard my feeble notes. Everyone is a critic.

Gardening. Writing. Music- kinda. What’s keeping you from going stir crazy?

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Blessings from the Exile’s Kitchen while hunkering down at Flowers Proper.

A Saturday Pastime




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This baby quilt was made by my sister-in-law for this little guy’s daddy 27 years ago.

 

 

First tee-ball game.

Baby brother.

A tour around a local favorite flea market: R and R Bargain Center.

Ice cream at KDJ’s Ol’Skool Ice Cream Parlor; the cherry on top.

And the #FlowersProper gardens are in full bloom this weekend.

 

 

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Blessings to your pastimes.