Spring fever has hit hard. For the last few weeks, I’ve only wanted to go stand in my yard and smell the flowers. My irises are out, and their scent fills the air. It’s hard to force myself to work or blog or do anything that keeps me from enjoying this beautiful time of year. The weather’s perfect, school’s almost out, and I just want to play.
I’m not the only one that has Spring Fever around here. The birds have it too! They are so noisy and Twitterpated. But they’ve taken over my yard and my husband’s truck. Seriously!
They are in full-out Nesting-mode, and have built messy homes in my rain gutters and even underneath our Ford F250. Dang! My husband spent 15 minutes trying to figure out where they were hiding. He drove to the church and back, and still the birds Continue reading
This winter beauty does not lead to winter funk…but mucky black and icy roads do spread winter funk faster than Carrie Rubin’s flu virus in Seneca Scourge
I’m sitting here trying to think of something to post, but the winter funk’s ruined my mind. We had freezing rain last night and woke up to everything covered in a solid sheet of ice. I wanted to take the truck to drive my daughter to school (it should have been a SNOW DAY, Mr. Superintendent), but the rippling ice was 1/2 inch thick all over the windows, and I didn’t have the energy or time to scrape it off. So I took the wimpy van and hoped I wouldn’t be in a fatality.
I wasn’t…and so I still must post.
What do I write about when I have the winter funk? I don’t know. Continue reading
I love my irises. They are not only extremely beautiful, but priceless with sentiment. They are from my grandma’s yard in LaVerkin, Utah. I planted them in uniform patterns—pink, purple, pink…burgundy, yellow, burgundy…and other cool designs. But soon after they stopped blooming, I redid my yard and had to hurry and dig them up and throw them in buckets before the landscapers came and excavated. Continue reading
Today is IRIS DAY! There’s a day for everything, but since I love Irises, I’ll talk about this one. Yesterday I posted about wildflowers and Moms. Today I will write about Irises and the riskiest profession on earth.
I have hundreds of irises in my backyard. When I spent a week taking care of my grandma, my brother was good to go out and divide Grandma’s irises and give me a bag with all different color bulbs to plant in my own yard when I went home. Grandma died in 2010, but I still have all her irises in my yard. Continue reading