"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in FaerieHoller............"
The time has come, says I, to talk of many things in Faerie Holler.....A
long time has gone past since I spoke casually and of horticultural things. Gardenese will be spoken here, let those who aren't comfortable with the mixtures of both Latin and common names bow out now in this chat with my wide assortment of most notable and lurking fellow gardeners. Stewards of our own little patch, be it the simple thriving houseplant, container or full blown garden that covers acres. I wanted to just jump in and have an update with those of you who don't know me and might find something I'm talking about interesting or questionable, and those who lurk or stand out in the open and wait for me to spew more "rambles". I just wanna talk to you guys about the going's on in Faerie Holler. It's been quite awhile since I went into a detailed talk, but I finally got the foot outa my mouth, and me head unwedged. Too much has gone behind me that were briefly wondrous, and inspired me to start writing to tell you. But as it's wont to do, time slipped past me and despite that the images were still there as sharp as when I first was inspired to write to you all, the moments were gone and the season had slipped by. Now it's approaching true summer, and here in Eastern Tennessee, we're experiencing a year that has a ring of garden truth or should I say, familiarity in it to me. And now, even later, Spring has all but careened past me, Summer Solstice is but a few days away, things have cranked up to mach speed, drought has gripped the Southeastern portion of where I live, Faerie Holler is desperately parched, perennials tended by sulking fairies and a few treasures tucked into the many, many various containers are struggling with the extreme desert climates because I've been too emotionally distracted to even go outside in the upper 80o and lower 90o weather to do more than nozzle the droopers......Bear with me, please friends. Those who pay close attention to the changes of the season, don't tend to let others who squawk and run around crying "global warming! Pollution! dwindling resources! doom and gloom and the world sucks now, don't it?" affect them. At least I don't think that we do. I certainly don't. We just went through the Southeastern examples of this, this time of how life is when there's an El Nino, and now we're at the fore-front of the beginnings of his sister, La Nina. The last time we had this that I paid closer attentions to, was just a few years ago when I relocated here to Eastern Tennessee, and before that, I remember the same occurrences in Nashville. When I were gardening in Denver, it was a totally different thing for me and despite that I adapted quickly (as I think ALL serious gardeners are able to do, by the way) I knew more the seasons of Tennessee. I am a Tennessee girl. A Tennessee woman of the land. I love the land, and the creatures that reside here with me in the place I call my home. Be it in an apartment on the second floor of government rentals for military and just po' folks from all over, that had windows that faced southwards and where I learned my cactus plants thrived and flourished, and also remembering, then,back to that time of my grand mammy growing cactus pieces in one of the houses I remembered her living in, that she kept in her parlor to absorb the sunlight. As is the case in older Southern houses, the parlor sat in the front and was for company only and the sunniest room. (warning, this is a huge tangent alert here-) And come to think about it now, as a pondering older woman with very clear and fond memories of those days long, long years past, I bet that if I asked my Aunt Jean, who is the baby girl of her family of ten older siblings, of which the oldest sister, Pearline, of whom I've spoken to you here many many times as being the REAL inspiration and passer on of treasured and wonderful abilities to grow and nurture things to thrive and make even more to share, to me (it's a very contagious disease, this gardening affliction). I bet, that if I asked my Aunt Jean, it was probably not Grand mammy who grew the cactus, (although I wish I'd thought to ask Mammy when she were alive and always willing to talk to me of her rich days past her). It was most likely Pearline who grew them. Mammy probably got her started, as she was the one who walked from Tennessee behind a covered wagon with Pearline at her breast, visiting her brother and his bride in El Paso, Texas as a young woman of not even 16. So I'm sure she noticed prickly things growing all along her route as they plodded with an infant and might have taken some back as memento's. One has to wax romantic sometimes. Since I started this, I've confirmed my speculations in regards to the growing of prickly things. The consensus is back and we both agree (my Aunt Jean and myself) that most likely, the person growing the cactus in my childhood memories was Pearline. I've also gotten a bit of filling out in other names and memories as well as the ones I already have. I've gone down a tangent moment and need to come back to the path I was previously on...grab a glass of sweet iced tea and join me back in parched Faerie Holler. This spring was familiar to me as a gardener,as a woman who has taken notice of things in a gardening awareness. Dry, very dry. Extreme swings of warmth that was unseasonal. I've been here before, the fairies whisper. And done it. Then a cold snap, but it's been quite awhile since a hard cold snap like those I remember as a younger woman like that of what we had this year. Damage that was extensive, but that reminded me that, no matter what, Mom's Nature would do as she damn well pleased. We cannot control the climate or the weather or most of Nature around us, no matter how hard we try. That bitter snap wasn't so much cold in depth as it was horrendous to tender growth on EVERYTHING that was foolish to grow with the unseasonable lunge of twigs, leaves and such. Even the stalwart oaks and hackberry trees were caught by surprise. Devastating damage everywhere. The winter didn't have enough snow, but despite that, my Hellebore were grand. The best year ever, and the late winter starts were just getting really cranked up when the warm spell shot them into overdrive, and then back to a more brutal cold spell which robbed me of things I enjoyed last year. Never mind, I captured the images on my digital camera and they live in a folder that is labeled "February 2005, or 2004". Now the extreme damage that the hard freeze did to the tender and too early shoots of everything are recovering and making tentative new growth. The perennials have bounced back hard. The trees were hit hard and some have already foolishly filled out. No time to waste. But the shrubs and some trees were cautiously putting out new growth. A revered ginko tree in town that I fell in love with the first time I discovered it. I thought it truly dead. But one day when visiting the post office, I looked at the double trunks of it rising above the whole town sitting at the front of an old empty school, and saw little green fans. My heart had lifted when I saw this. Nature rebounds, even if slowly and tentatively. The yards that I passed on my way into this small, yet growing town of over 236 years, had old, ancient peony bushes in full blousy form. Their blossoms reminding you of rich, oily Ponds facial cream that our mama's and grandmama's and aunties wore to cleanse their faces and make their skin look younger. My friend, Ethyl, has such a magnificent bush. And she also had a revered deep pink one as well. My own rhizome that Mary Emma gave me has grudgingly given me one knobby ball that will open when it damn well opens. The Quinces were amazing in the old yards this year too. Dogwoods and redbuds and tulips and candytuft and creeping spring phlox and daffs were all blooming at the same time here this year. It was spooky to see them all in agreement as they burst from the ground like speed freaks. Lilacs were setting buds too early. My shrubby magnolia's were blooming. Virginia bluebells were cranking out way too soon and when the cold returned, they held firm, flagging only a little. The hard ass plant I spotted from the nook deck has turned out to be the woods poppy with its yellow flowers that entice anything that pollinates. Bev's (Pottingshed) "taters" or old fashioned English bluebells or woods hyacinths were in full regalia this year, when everything was flattened by the cold and freeze, they rose afterwards and blew my mind one day as I looked underneath the chilled boughs of the black cherry and saw sky blue in a mass almost suspended. It drew me quickly and I was taken first by the sight of almost magical blue sky underneath a tree, and then the rich scent of the flowers on thick silly stems and the sprawled leaves below. Hyacinth but sweeter and not making the nose itch with the smell like some of the hyacinths. Then the redbuds were done, the dogwoods had burnt leaves and new leaves on the same twigs and stems. My crape myrtle had been singed as had a lot of things around here, and one I had given up on. Today, when I brought it to Ethyl to take back to the orange box, we both discovered leaves poking at the bottom as it was shouting "don't take me back, cut me and prune me and plant me in a large pot with rich soil and I'll prove how neat I will be when I regrow!" I put it back into the back of the van, and thanks to Ethyl's encouraging, and also just recently discovering that not only do I have "SPS" or Sticky Pot Syndrome, but I also have OCTS, or Obsessive Collecting Tendency Syndrome. This disease was brought to my attentions by the contributors write up about other garden writers and saw David Burdick's in the contributors and masthead of Horticulture Magazine. Apparently he has been in the horticultural industry for well over 30 years of his life, and since this malady has plagued him for all of that, he also mentions that he recently contracted the very virulent strain that produces the "yellow fever" associated with the bulbs. Specifically the Narcissus. This is the man who runs Daffodils & More, and I loved the description of his catalog that were sources of infection for all of his maladies. Fits me and us to a "T". There are those of us who suffer from "Sticky Pot Syndrome" which was brought to our attentions by dearly departed "Brudder John" a few years back. But I more than agreed that I defiantly had OCTS.......I have counted about six or so varieties of spirea. Five kinds of Viburnum, or six? I have two kinds of magnolia, nine or more varieties of sanseveria (mother in law tongue, seven or more varieties of euphorbia, and there's probably more than that when I start counting deliberately. Various assorted types of hemerocalis, five kinds of iris......four kinds of hydrangea, maybe five. Two kinds of ninebark, this OCTS is a terminal virulent strain that has no antibody or resistance. And I'd not have it any other way. We won't even talk about the wide variety of cacti and succulents I still have surviving, despite the dry and too warm climate of the house. g So here we are, let me get you another glass of icy sweet iced tea. It might not be sweet enough for you, so there's ground up turbinado (raw) sugar in the bowl to sweeten it to your preferences. No lemons, but I will get a few just to have to add a bit of twang to the sweet iced tea. I need to go to the Fart of Wall and get a box of wide mouth quart canning jars for iced tea glasses. I'm down to one good one and my glass mug that is two ounces short of a British pint......Are your sandals strapped on good? The yard gets a bit steep, and you'll have to ignore the tall grassy stuff in the paths. I don't have a working lawnmower and the weed eater is resisting me as well. It's a bit weedy looking this year, and you'll be careful to steer clear of the clutches of the rabid and evil vinca major that is boiling up and rising to wrap tendrils and vines around the trumpet vines that are just now recovering from the hard freeze. It's smothered the last of my beloved Zebra grass from Shelby Park in Nashville, and you can barely see the stalks of the kerria japonica flora pleno that Ethyl gave me last year that was blooming until the freeze. It's come back strong, but I need to just sit on a bucket and cut it back and work on digging each clump out with an asparagus digger and tossed. I actually have someone who WANTS plugs of vinca major. I'm really reluctant to give them to her. It's not as tenacious as kudzu, but it's bad enough..... The perennials are back, and since we'd now had a touch of "Blackberry Winter" which means temperatures not quite freezing when all the wild blackberries are blooming in the pastures and ditches and edges of woods, things are parched and not growing as rapidly as usual. The catnip in the galvanized tub with the hole in it is blooming, but the vinca threatens it's cascading beauty. We both spot the volunteer trumpet vine growin' in the middle of the bed, where are my pliers?? You can't just pull those out, they are rooted into Pen's territory down in Australia..Can't have that, now, can we? The heat had the trout lilies, which was a shame, and I see I need to place a grid over the Herbsonne Rudbeckia before it starts stretching necks to make flowers. Too late! They are already past where the grid's would have steered them. Quanzo daylilies jumped out of the bed, and I see a dark purple blue tradescantia or spiderwort has volunteered to taste the path soils with the daylilies. Transplant time! The pot of mums that return every year need whacking already or they'll bloom the first week of June. (they haven't because of the droughts) Heuchera pots are thriving, and I've not put the goldfish out yet. Heck, I've only just pulled most of the cactus outside and still have a few pots yet to stage on the deck and balcony. The Quanzo daylilies with contrasts of pirkle and the slender hint of "Black and Blue" Salvia tease at you as you look at the chaos of the overgrowths. Do you see that there are spaces to be filled by departed former residents? Hmmmm, wonder if instead of planting the daylilies in pots, I should plug them into the holes instead? But there is still vinca EVERYWHERE! The candy striped tree peony was magnificent until the freeze, but the things that suffered the most down on the first terrace garden was the Kolkwitzia and Brudder John's Deutzia......oh well, next year. And yes, that's a wild grape vine trying to establish in the Beautybush, where are those pliers????? Now seemingly overnight, the 4's (Mirabilis) are not only up, but lush and succulent and almost virile. The one that sprang at the clump of Star of Bethlehem (Ornithogalum)is over four feet tall and is pure yellow......the thick arthritic knees of it amazing, and the yellow bugles opening at around 5 or 6 p.m. every evening now. The magenta's that are more familiar are over five foot tall and in the middle of the same bed surrounded by the triple Quanzo's with the burgundy brush strokes at the throats of each petal. The Regal lilies or "Dragon's" are almost done, their perfume scenting the air so much it made squire weep when he passed them. Now the Yellowstone and Shenandoah and Shiloh trumpet lilies are bulking up across the sidewalk. Things got completely distractive at this point, and before I knew it, another month has careened past, and I needed to desperately keep going. That glass of tea has long been finished, and there's fresh in the fridge, but things are changing here in Faerie Holler and the stretched thin madgardener is more distracted than I've ever been in my life. There is a wondrous tale to share with you all of a most remarkable encounter and adventure with Ethyl and a new co-hort in horticultural crimes on a mountain top that the resident lovingly calls Dancing Winds......There are also tales to regale you of critter antics, and in the midst of all these things that I will be sharing with you, I have to tell you that I am crashing upon the shores of visual distress. At least temporarily. But for the more serious news- I have cataracts in both eyes, diagnosed only two weeks ago but during the stressful weeks prior, was at angst to wonder why my right vision was so horrible and so quick to deteriorate, and then the left one shortly afterwards. The diagnosis came at the pinnacle of personal turmoil and wonders still unfolding and unfurling,and it all combined to overwhelm me, and in the midst of all THAT, we were locked in a drought that has still left us staggering with deficiencies of moisture in the minus 9 inch marks...... Before I hear the tender love from those who have suffered and cured this malady, friends who commiserate and still love me and are concerned, those who miss me and just want confirmations that I AM alright... let me assure you that squire has insurance that will snip these buggers out and leave me only needing prescription reading glasses of corrective natures with transitional lenses to protect my orbs from the sun's damage. June 25th, the worst culprit, the right cataract, comes out and I will be pressed to sit and listen...... and not lift more than a fart and not bend from my waist and heal and hope I'm not the one in one hundred who go blind or hemorrhage or suffer detached retina's but do just fine, which I am not worried in the least. You get what you're dealt. I got the luck of the draw with luckily having the kind of buggers that grow extremely fast. In two weeks, I can't barely see to drive at night, so I don't, the glare of sunlight causes me to not be able to identify wild flowers, and I have two trolls sitting on my eyeballs causing me distractions that I don't want or need right now with all the other drama's in my sordid and blessed life at the moment. July 10th the left eye gets taken care of and after that, a new appreciation for things that I never took for granted in the first place but will possibly be insufferable once I do heal and share with you all......and then I will be seeking employment again, and have less time to appreciate the ongoing wonders of Faerie Holler, but I will find the time and there will be more things yet to come...... Back on the garden path before my mind turns to Jello.......It's almost Summer Solstice, we've had some spits and dribbles of rains. I can hear the sizzling of the ground and the gasping throats of all the plants as they gulp each drop. I went and stood out in the downpour this afternoon and it cleansed my soul and skin and despite that the heat pump's air conditioning went out last week and it's in the upper 90's inside the house (warmer than OUTSIDE!!) I relished every drop as much as the plants here in Faerie Holler. Nothing like seeing a fat little old fairy dancing in the rains with that familiar braid down her back..... The Frog Holler gathering spot has the white speckled goldfish and the gold and black ones residing in the trough now. The lines need cleaning, and the leak found, so the pump isn't running and the peaceful noise of water coming out of the Greek woman's water urn is silent. The leak is still a mystery and I don't need stressed frogs and fish. I see the miniature crape myrtle needs serious pruning now that the freeze and drought has determined the newly emerging shapes when I sit often on the porch swing. The fig tree has lost all the early figs from the freeze and the leaves are bursting into rapid shade, fingers reaching for the southern and western sky. Possibly no figs at all this year.....we'll see. I see stress signs on the Loripedilum, the variegated Weigelia is angry at me next to the compost pile, the Oak Leaf Hydrangea is sulking and making those odd flowers again, and I REALLY need to check on the condition of all those assorted hydrangea's I planted together, move the Harry Lauder's Walking stick (twisted filbert) out of the overgrown "woods room" and search for signs of daddy's old fashioned Indian Shot canna and Bengal Tiger canna's. Sometime while I was sleeping, the orange sherbet Trumpet vine popped flowers on the post near the gate that has become inundated by Vinca major. The crape myrtles need serious whacking as the freeze damages after those splits caused by the 17 year locusts three years ago show me where to prune.. Where are them Japanese women's pruners at??? The hummers returned in March......hunkered down during the cold spells and are only now trilling with delight at the late spires of Blue Enigna salvia. The pile of pulled money plants on the dogrun beside the now closed cat window need dumping into the compost pile as the seeds weren't allowed to become viable, and I need to rip out the Dames Rockets now to keep them from reseeding in every pot. There are daylilies to plant or plug into buckets...... This year's success story in regards to my assorted flying feathered dinosaurs is that Mockingbirds adore year round suet. And the red-headed woodpecker has brought his two kids to the triple suet cage to sit and wait for the Mockingbird, Bluejay, and Cardinals to knosch. Titmouse, wrens, Towhee's, finches of three varieties and once, a rare encounter by an Eastern Bluebird wowed me just outside my bedroom window. The mobile windchimes are great carnival rides for the smaller birds as they twitter around my window under the eaves of the overhang that covers the dogrun. And all that additional bird guano is making the Heavy Metal grass thrive since I placed a grid over it in February to train it upright. (at least I did ONE thing right! g) The Crispa spirea is beautiful. Red monarda reminds me I call them lovingly "Jesters" as they poke up in the middle of the Frakartii aster bed. Behind the front bed over from the Heavy Metal miscanthus, the pinkish purple monarda are silly little hats and light up the back of the bed under my bedroom window. Goldenrod beseech me to prune them quickly to split and double. Purple loosestrife reminds me it's time for the Japs to descend upon my gardens in frenzied feasts. Mary Emma's white and pink striped towering phlox has reseeded next to the loosestrife, and the original clump hasn't opened yet, but the mother plant I forgot to whack and it's blooming.... Triple Quanzo daylilies pop open all over, odd and amazing treasures struggle through the stress and overgrowth from Virginia Davis' generosity of daylilies. I have a garden cart full of desperately needing plugging into container's-- daylilies from the adventures of two weeks past.........(later on that in another post, I promise). I need to diligently watch for those blister beetles who will devour to bones all my fall anemones.....and there are distractions galore to keep me behind. All my cactus are outside now,I miss the ones I adored who bloomed in amazing ways... all houseplants with exception to the black leafed philodendrum that will live on the counter top of the "window" in the kitchen/living room wall and enjoy the bright indirect light from the huge living room south window are outside now in various places, but not quite where I really want them to be. Their placements were hasty. I think seriously about the demise of a large split leaf shrub phil just to have the pot and container and it weighs so much and lost half it's leaves this winter. Outside the nook door with the broken screen that Sugar shoved out a corner to chase the neighbor's inbred cat back into her side of the ridge, the ethereal white Astilbe-like flowers of the Sorbaria reach through the metal grids and tease at you as you try to pass them. A variegated Fallopia has sprouted in the space between the planks of the nook deck and post that youngest son put up and I've cut it once, it's split and insists it needs attention as you pass it to come inside the house. Bhe cream and green compliment the frothy and teensy flowers and if you look closely, you'll spot a stray hint of dark blue from the one small clump of Blue Enigma. I lost almost all the azalea's but no time to grieve for them. My grief is replaced by the promises of small but determined seedlings of Harlequin Glory Bowers, and despite that they are in the path of the NSSG (Not So Secret Garden), I am not lifting them until they prove they are hardy and hale. THEN I'll lift them to pot up and grow to plantable size. Perennial and returning begonias are EVERYWHERE, and the Pink chimes Snowbell refuses to waiver in it's own fight in a container that has suffered from drought and neglect just out of my cloudy sights. My moods have kept my soul from wandering the paths and enjoying everything, and now I realize it's more than the clouding of my eyes that has kept me from my other love and healing place. Porcelain vine has regenerated finally, the Jackmanii gave me 15 blossoms, and the St. John's Wort bush has had some rough cracking off of dead branches and is now blooming little powder puff yellow flowers that attract the tiniest little fairies to come dance and play. Tough hosta's from last year's excursion and purchases have returned to surprise me with light and textures underneath the black cherry gardens. Brudder John's memorial container pot has saddened me. The Valley Valentine pieris has succumbed to the whole experience and is almost gone, so I will lift it and put something more hardy in there. It's what he'd do..... There are less wasps and more butterflies and moths..hmmmm, there's a sign there.........my fights with the wood boring bees has left me feeling strange, they pollinate as well, but their rain of sawdust every time I opened the screen door was getting on my nerves. And didja notice how much the climbing hydrangea has taken to the corner nook of the chimney and nook deck? I wonder if this is a mistake?? And careful of the railing, I've once again crammed pots of all sizes upon it with perennials, cacti, and assorted African bulbs. This is the second blooming of the Blood Lilies!! No, those aren't empty pots nestled under the emerging Sorbaria blossoms, they house the slumbering Colchicum's (fall blooming crocus.)** My desire for a Carolina Jasamine met with foolish attempts as I succumbed to the mislabeling of a nice specimen at Lowes and it died deader than my grand paw. I will return it with Brudder John's pieris and get credit to do horticultural endeavors as sticky pot funds are tight right now and almost non-existent. But there was the day that Ethyl convinced me to check out the big orange Box (Depraived) and locate the Golden Anniversary lamium and of five plants, only one has croaked.......And those sempervivums that I just HAD to have? The two pots in the earth containers that Mary Emma gave me are thriving, the Armeria died, but the yarrow and sedums and semps are just fine. I'll replace the Armeria with another sedum and not give it another thought.....or maybe plant those fall crocus (colchicums) in the bare spaces on the ends and be mildly surprised when they bloom in the late summer/fall??** gbseg There is more, and more and more, but I will stop and leave you hanging for the moment. It's quiet and the rains are dribbling and I hear the singing in rejoicing from the frogs in the BBQ holler accompanied by the drips of rain drops. The humidity is welcome despite the heat of the house from no cooling system. The fans work just fine......All the tropicals and Pen's clivia's may have forgiven me for not remembering them on the north balcony and they got a drenching rain tonight...I need to combine them into one huge pot-- Below the balcony, I see thousands of money plant disks as they are getting ready to seed a crop that will amaze and awe me next springtime if I am still here in Faerie Holler to appreciate it. And that's where I will leave you. I promise I WILL return and talk to you of little chewing dogs, calves and Sugar, Smeagol and all things faerie and horticultural, including the teaser about Dancing Winds and the master of the hilltop. There are sad updates about my dear Mary Wine, matriarch of the hill top, tales of flying feathered dinosaurs and new feeders, and all sorts of things yet to come and be revealed. Thanks for allowing me the time to share. Ever your gardening loony neighbor....... madgardener, up on the humid but slightly moist ridge, back in still parched Faerie Holler overlooking a hazy English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36 |
"The time has come", Snip rambling VERY LONG BORED PERSONS RETORIC
"madgardener" wrote in message ... The time has come, says I, to talk of many things in Faerie Holler.....A snip even MORE rambling Yawn................. So to sum up...you're bored, in a sunny area and Merkin. Hmmmmmmmmmm....... |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
In message , madgardener
writes Below the balcony, I see thousands of money plant disks as they are getting ready to seed a crop that will amaze and awe me next springtime if I am still here in Faerie Holler to appreciate it. And that's where I will leave you. I promise I WILL return and talk to you of little chewing dogs, calves and Sugar, Smeagol and all things faerie and horticultural, including the teaser about Dancing Winds and the master of the hilltop. There are sad updates about my dear Mary Wine, matriarch of the hill top, tales of flying feathered dinosaurs and new feeders, and all sorts of things yet to come and be revealed. Thanks for allowing me the time to share. Ever your gardening loony neighbor....... Thanks for this, Maddie - it was lovely, as always, to wander about with you. Thinking about you though ... and here's hoping for an even more magical Fairie Hollow when you're finished with all this. Keep us posted when you can! -- Klara, Gatwick basin |
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R wrote:
"madgardener" wrote in message ... The time has come, says I, to talk of many things in Faerie Holler.....A snip even MORE rambling Yawn................. So to sum up...you're bored, in a sunny area and Merkin. Hmmmmmmmmmm....... honey, you don't know me, do ya? I'm NEVER bored! LOL.......... maddie |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
Charlie wrote:
On Wed, 20 Jun 2007 00:59:39 -0400, madgardener wrote: The time has come, says I, to talk of many things in Faerie Holler.....A long time has gone past since I spoke casually and of horticultural things. SNIPPING AND PRUNING EVEN MORE Nice Ramble, nice style, thoroughly enjoyable read. Thanks, Maddie Care and luck with the eyes Charlie thanks Charlie........this "ramblin'" style of writing has been my signature for over 11 years now (more actually, as I've written since I was 10) I appreciate the good thoughts. These are the only peepers I have and I never didn't appreciate them........(worn glasses since I was 5) maddie going outside today after the RAIN and at least toe all those daylilies into containers................................ |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
Sacha wrote:
On 20/6/07 07:27, in article , "Charlie" Charlie wrote: sounds of pruning Nice Ramble, nice style, thoroughly enjoyable read. Thanks, Maddie Care and luck with the eyes Charlie I agree. I love Maddie's rambles and feel as if I'm in her garden with her, while I'm reading them. do you need a refill on the sweet iced tea, Sacha?? gbseg it's been a long time, lady.........good to be back- maddie |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
Klara wrote:
In message , madgardener writes Below the balcony,snip snip snip Ever your gardening loony neighbor....... Thanks for this, Maddie - it was lovely, as always, to wander about with you. Thinking about you though ... and here's hoping for an even more magical Fairie Hollow when you're finished with all this. Keep us posted when you can! I certainly will Klara, I promise....what more does I have to do after the first surgery but to quietly heal? I know the faeries will be kind and gentle with me...... maddie |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
On 20/6/07 13:19, in article ,
"madgardener" wrote: Sacha wrote: On 20/6/07 07:27, in article , "Charlie" Charlie wrote: sounds of pruning Nice Ramble, nice style, thoroughly enjoyable read. Thanks, Maddie Care and luck with the eyes Charlie I agree. I love Maddie's rambles and feel as if I'm in her garden with her, while I'm reading them. do you need a refill on the sweet iced tea, Sacha?? gbseg it's been a long time, lady.........good to be back- maddie Do you know, I've never had iced tea! How do you make it? Not too OT, I hope as many of us grow Camellias. ;-)) -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk (remove weeds from address) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
Sacha wrote:
I agree. I love Maddie's rambles and feel as if I'm in her garden with her, while I'm reading them. do you need a refill on the sweet iced tea, Sacha?? gbseg it's been a long time, lady.........good to be back- maddie Do you know, I've never had iced tea! How do you make it? Not too OT, I hope as many of us grow Camellias. ;-)) REALLY??? Well let me give you a short and sweet bit. You gotta make at least a half gallon of tea. (64 ounces) with about an ounce of black and orange peko tea in a bag. (I've done this with raspberry tea as well)as opposed to 80 ounces.......the tea bags that we get in the US are made specifically for iced tea, so you might need to double up. I tend to make it very strong anyway. You can't read through my iced tea! LOL Soooooo, boil the kettle and get it rolling. I pour my boiled water into a glass pickle jar that can take the heat to brew and steep. I make my sweet iced tea by the gallon, so I boil just over three British pints and pour it into the glass jar, then put the tea bags into it. I have restaurant sized bags that have about an ounce of tea in it. When I don't have the restaurant sized bags (which are a luxury for me) I use "Family" sized bags, which equates to two or three regular sized tea bags I suppose..... I discovered that they explode when the boiling water is poured over them. Sooooo, I steep the bags until there's not a drip of tea left, then squeeze the bag out and toss into my compost can on the counter. I let it steep until it's cold. Then for a gallon of tea, I put one cup of sugar to sweeten it. Not too sweet, just right. I tend to top off the gallon after I dissolve the sugar with cold water and pour over ice and a large wedge of lemon when I have it.....and there you go! (how are your Camelia's anyway? What color are they?? LOL maddie |
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On 20/6/07 17:22, in article , "madgardener"
wrote: Sacha wrote: I agree. I love Maddie's rambles and feel as if I'm in her garden with her, while I'm reading them. do you need a refill on the sweet iced tea, Sacha?? gbseg it's been a long time, lady.........good to be back- maddie Do you know, I've never had iced tea! How do you make it? Not too OT, I hope as many of us grow Camellias. ;-)) REALLY??? Well let me give you a short and sweet bit. You gotta make at least a half gallon of tea. (64 ounces) with about an ounce of black and orange peko tea in a bag. (I've done this with raspberry tea as well)as opposed to 80 ounces.......the tea bags that we get in the US are made specifically for iced tea, so you might need to double up. snip Thanks for this, Maddie. Next time (IF) we get a spell of hot weather, I'm going to try that. I've tried iced coffee for the nursery staff when it's been very hot but it's not a favourite! OTOH, they all love their afternoon tea, so we'll try this and see how it goes down. -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk (remove weeds from address) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
In message , Sacha
writes REALLY??? Well let me give you a short and sweet bit. You gotta make at least a half gallon of tea. (64 ounces) with about an ounce of black and orange peko tea in a bag. (I've done this with raspberry tea as well)as opposed to 80 ounces.......the tea bags that we get in the US are made specifically for iced tea, so you might need to double up. snip Thanks for this, Maddie. Next time (IF) we get a spell of hot weather, I'm going to try that. I've tried iced coffee for the nursery staff when it's been very hot but it's not a favourite! OTOH, they all love their afternoon tea, so we'll try this and see how it goes down. Somehow I doubt it, Sacha: iced coffee is still basically coffee; iced lemon tea is nothing like a standard afternoon cuppa*. Lovely, though. Have you tried them on Camp with water, ice, and milk? Our girls used to love that, and I often make it when it's hot and I don't want to take the time to make coffee.... (*note to Maddie: cuppa is English slang for a cup of tea, always with milk....) -- Klara, Gatwick basin |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
On 21/6/07 10:10, in article , "Klara"
wrote: In message , Sacha writes REALLY??? Well let me give you a short and sweet bit. You gotta make at least a half gallon of tea. (64 ounces) with about an ounce of black and orange peko tea in a bag. (I've done this with raspberry tea as well)as opposed to 80 ounces.......the tea bags that we get in the US are made specifically for iced tea, so you might need to double up. snip Thanks for this, Maddie. Next time (IF) we get a spell of hot weather, I'm going to try that. I've tried iced coffee for the nursery staff when it's been very hot but it's not a favourite! OTOH, they all love their afternoon tea, so we'll try this and see how it goes down. Somehow I doubt it, Sacha: iced coffee is still basically coffee; iced lemon tea is nothing like a standard afternoon cuppa*. Lovely, though. Have you tried them on Camp with water, ice, and milk? Our girls used to love that, and I often make it when it's hot and I don't want to take the time to make coffee.... No, haven't used Camp coffee for years myself, though it's one of the ingredients of coffee cake in the tea room! Good idea. (*note to Maddie: cuppa is English slang for a cup of tea, always with milk....) Unless it's Earl Grey, in which case it's dishwater with a slice of lemon. ;-) I don't suppose that really constitutes a cuppa, though! -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk (remove weeds from address) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
On Jun 20, 12:59 am, madgardener wrote:
The time has come, says I, to talk of many things in Faerie Holler..... Hey Maddie! Good Wright!!! My garden is not quite as full as yours(not by a longshot), but I do have veggies appearing. Zuchs, yellow squash are both producing now, stringbeans to be picked for tonight's dinner, and would you believe it - the peas are just now producing and will have some by the weekend. Tomatoes are coming on strong - three are squash ball size. Lots of cukes appearing on the vines and the sugar baby watermelons are tiny little ball as are the cantalopes. Keep having to add straw to the potatoes in the bushel baskets. Most of the veggies are being grown in a raised bed 12'X4", 12"deep on one end and 6" deep on the other. Very intensive plantings where the beans and cukes are crawling all over the tomatoes and each other! Loved your ramble! I still have baby hemlock trees for you when you are ready! |
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Klara wrote:
In message , Sacha writes REALLY??? Well let me give you a short and sweet bit. snip Thanks for this, Maddie. Somehow I doubt it, Sacha: iced coffee is still basically coffee; iced lemon tea is nothing like a standard afternoon cuppa*. Lovely, though. Have you tried them on Camp with water, ice, and milk? Our girls used to love that, and I often make it when it's hot and I don't want to take the time to make coffee.... (*note to Maddie: cuppa is English slang for a cup of tea, always with milk....) ahhhhh, so that is what me Englishman means when he speaks of a cuppa..........and for you ladies across the pond, I've been taking my morning glass mugs of hot, strong (two tea bags of Lipton, funds aren't available to afford anything better, sadly)tea with a spoon of ground turbanado sugar (raw sugar I put in the coffee grinder to make last longer and dissolve quicker) and a slash of half and half. My glass mug isn't quite an English pint (18 ounces as opposed to 20) but it starts me day off well. I've taken up this habit since someone dear to me suggested I try it when I was feeling a bit clogged and poorly. It worked! But now, since I DO live in Eastern Tennessee where the waitresses accents are thicker'n cold treakle on a February morning, they look at me funny when I ask for a cup of hot tea AND sweet iced tea with extra lemon...........hey, I never claimed to be quite normal!LOL By the way, on a gardening note............my monarda in the front bed comes in two colors this year, and once again I'm reminded why I love and smile at them so. Silly looking little tough things. Ooops, the kettle is singing, time for my morning cuppa! (seriously!) and a hot toasted slice of raisin bread with a smear of cream cheese and a handful of red seedless grapes to round it off.....then outside and tuck in some more daylilies into pots since I can't decide where to put the treasures I got a couple of weeks ago at Dancing Winds....thanks ladies for chatting with me. If you could get to the binaries newsgroup you could see the faces of the hemerocalis I got. They are awesome. Gonna cut the foliage back and the stems too, and plant them into pots and have them regenerate the rest of the summer. Just a little horticultural notation there, ya know...........gbseg later ladies! madgardener up on the ridge, back in Faerie Holler, overlooking English MOuntian in EAstern TEnnessee, zone 7, Sunset growing zone 36 where it's HAZY.............and SOLSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
gldancer wrote:
On Jun 20, 12:59 am, madgardener wrote: The time has come, says I, to talk of many things in Faerie Holler..... Hey Maddie! Good Wright!!! My garden is not quite as full as yours(not by a longshot), but I do have veggies appearing. Zuchs, yellow squash are both producing now, stringbeans to be picked for tonight's dinner, and would you believe it - the peas are just now producing and will have some by the weekend. Tomatoes are coming on strong - three are squash ball size. Lots of cukes appearing on the vines and the sugar baby watermelons are tiny little ball as are the cantalopes. Keep having to add straw to the potatoes in the bushel baskets. Most of the veggies are being grown in a raised bed 12'X4", 12"deep on one end and 6" deep on the other. Very intensive plantings where the beans and cukes are crawling all over the tomatoes and each other! Loved your ramble! I still have baby hemlock trees for you when you are ready! thanks Gloria! Keep those babies nurturing, not sure where Faerie Holler will be or not be by fall........when's supper? gbseg of course, the drops begin tomorrow and surgery is Monday with four days of DON'T DO ANYTHING expressed to me by doctor and over protective son....love you more ;) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
gbseg later ladies!
madgardener up on the ridge, back in Faerie Holler, overlooking English MOuntian in EAstern TEnnessee, zone 7, Sunset growing zone 36 where it's HAZY.............and SOLSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thinking about you, Maddie: hope all goes well tomorrow! -- Klara, Gatwick basin |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
On Jun 24, 11:19 pm, Klara wrote:
Thinking about you, Maddie: hope all goes well tomorrow! -- Me too Maddie, I promise, you will be as good as new, it's a well practiced operation the World over and you will be over it before you know it. Judith |
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"madgardener" wrote in message
... I have cataracts in both eyes, diagnosed only two weeks ago but during the stressful weeks prior, was at angst to wonder why my right vision was so horrible and so quick to deteriorate, and then the left one shortly afterwards. The diagnosis came at the pinnacle of personal turmoil and wonders still unfolding and unfurling,and it all combined to overwhelm me, and in the midst of all THAT, we were locked in a drought that has still left us staggering with deficiencies of moisture in the minus 9 inch marks...... Before I hear the tender love from those who have suffered and cured this malady, friends who commiserate and still love me and are concerned, those who miss me and just want confirmations that I AM alright... let me assure you that squire has insurance that will snip these buggers out and leave me only needing prescription reading glasses of corrective natures with transitional lenses to protect my orbs from the sun's damage. June 25th, the worst culprit, the right cataract, comes out and I will be pressed to sit and listen...... and not lift more than a fart and not bend from my waist and heal and hope I'm not the one in one hundred who go blind or hemorrhage or suffer detached retina's but do just fine, which I am not worried in the least. You get what you're dealt. I got the luck of the draw with luckily having the kind of buggers that grow extremely fast. In two weeks, I can't barely see to drive at night, so I don't, the glare of sunlight causes me to not be able to identify wild flowers, and I have two trolls sitting on my eyeballs causing me distractions that I don't want or need right now with all the other drama's in my sordid and blessed life at the moment. July 10th the left eye gets taken care of and after that, a new appreciation for things that I never took for granted in the first place but will possibly be insufferable once I do heal and share with you all......and then I will be seeking employment again, and have less time to appreciate the ongoing wonders of Faerie Holler, but I will find the time and there will be more things yet to come...... I had the cataract removed from my right eye on February 28th and the left eye on March 6th. The eye doctor put in corrective lenses and now I only need glasses to read. I was off work 3 weeks after the second eye was done and everything has gone well since. I was wide awake during both procedures, that was very weird but painless. I'm sure your experience will be similar. Take it easy. -- Travis in Shoreline Washington |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
On 24/6/07 23:45, in article
, " wrote: On Jun 24, 11:19 pm, Klara wrote: Thinking about you, Maddie: hope all goes well tomorrow! -- Me too Maddie, I promise, you will be as good as new, it's a well practiced operation the World over and you will be over it before you know it. Judith I agree totally. A very elderly friend of ours had this done and her first comment was "the kitchen walls need washing". ;-) It's an extremely successful operation which brings a new life to those who need it. -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk (remove weeds from address) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
First thing I marvelled at was the color of the sky and the fact that my
windows weren't spotless. -- "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Starbucks in the other, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO HOO. what a ride!" BetsyB "Sacha" wrote in message . uk... On 24/6/07 23:45, in article , " wrote: On Jun 24, 11:19 pm, Klara wrote: Thinking about you, Maddie: hope all goes well tomorrow! -- Me too Maddie, I promise, you will be as good as new, it's a well practiced operation the World over and you will be over it before you know it. Judith I agree totally. A very elderly friend of ours had this done and her first comment was "the kitchen walls need washing". ;-) It's an extremely successful operation which brings a new life to those who need it. -- Sacha http://www.hillhousenursery.co.uk (remove weeds from address) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
Travis, for some reason I thought they had a mirror thing I could watch the
surgery on? Made me nuts trying to figure what came next thru the plastic screen they taped over the eye. -- "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Starbucks in the other, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO HOO. what a ride!" BetsyB "T r a v i s" wrote in message news:TPGfi.531$w2.526@trnddc01... "madgardener" wrote in message ... I have cataracts in both eyes, diagnosed only two weeks ago but during the stressful weeks prior, was at angst to wonder why my right vision was so horrible and so quick to deteriorate, and then the left one shortly afterwards. The diagnosis came at the pinnacle of personal turmoil and wonders still unfolding and unfurling,and it all combined to overwhelm me, and in the midst of all THAT, we were locked in a drought that has still left us staggering with deficiencies of moisture in the minus 9 inch marks...... Before I hear the tender love from those who have suffered and cured this malady, friends who commiserate and still love me and are concerned, those who miss me and just want confirmations that I AM alright... let me assure you that squire has insurance that will snip these buggers out and leave me only needing prescription reading glasses of corrective natures with transitional lenses to protect my orbs from the sun's damage. June 25th, the worst culprit, the right cataract, comes out and I will be pressed to sit and listen...... and not lift more than a fart and not bend from my waist and heal and hope I'm not the one in one hundred who go blind or hemorrhage or suffer detached retina's but do just fine, which I am not worried in the least. You get what you're dealt. I got the luck of the draw with luckily having the kind of buggers that grow extremely fast. In two weeks, I can't barely see to drive at night, so I don't, the glare of sunlight causes me to not be able to identify wild flowers, and I have two trolls sitting on my eyeballs causing me distractions that I don't want or need right now with all the other drama's in my sordid and blessed life at the moment. July 10th the left eye gets taken care of and after that, a new appreciation for things that I never took for granted in the first place but will possibly be insufferable once I do heal and share with you all......and then I will be seeking employment again, and have less time to appreciate the ongoing wonders of Faerie Holler, but I will find the time and there will be more things yet to come...... I had the cataract removed from my right eye on February 28th and the left eye on March 6th. The eye doctor put in corrective lenses and now I only need glasses to read. I was off work 3 weeks after the second eye was done and everything has gone well since. I was wide awake during both procedures, that was very weird but painless. I'm sure your experience will be similar. Take it easy. -- Travis in Shoreline Washington |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
On Mon, 25 Jun 2007 11:54:54 +0200, Martin wrote:
On Mon, 25 Jun 2007 03:41:39 GMT, "T r a v i s" wrote: "madgardener" wrote in message ... I have cataracts in both eyes, diagnosed only two weeks ago but during the stressful weeks prior, was at angst to wonder why my right vision was so horrible and so quick to deteriorate, and then the left one shortly afterwards. The diagnosis came at the pinnacle of personal turmoil and wonders still unfolding and unfurling,and it all combined to overwhelm me, and in the midst of all THAT, we were locked in a drought that has still left us staggering with deficiencies of moisture in the minus 9 inch marks...... Before I hear the tender love from those who have suffered and cured this malady, friends who commiserate and still love me and are concerned, those who miss me and just want confirmations that I AM alright... let me assure you that squire has insurance that will snip these buggers out and leave me only needing prescription reading glasses of corrective natures with transitional lenses to protect my orbs from the sun's damage. June 25th, the worst culprit, the right cataract, comes out and I will be pressed to sit and listen...... and not lift more than a fart and not bend from my waist and heal and hope I'm not the one in one hundred who go blind or hemorrhage or suffer detached retina's but do just fine, which I am not worried in the least. You get what you're dealt. I got the luck of the draw with luckily having the kind of buggers that grow extremely fast. In two weeks, I can't barely see to drive at night, so I don't, the glare of sunlight causes me to not be able to identify wild flowers, and I have two trolls sitting on my eyeballs causing me distractions that I don't want or need right now with all the other drama's in my sordid and blessed life at the moment. July 10th the left eye gets taken care of and after that, a new appreciation for things that I never took for granted in the first place but will possibly be insufferable once I do heal and share with you all......and then I will be seeking employment again, and have less time to appreciate the ongoing wonders of Faerie Holler, but I will find the time and there will be more things yet to come...... Hope the ops go well, and for all those of you with cataract problems, be thankful that it can be remedied, unlike Macular Degeneration, which I have which sticks its claws in and won't let go! Back into my pity pit. Pam in Bristol |
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"betsyb" wrote in message
... Travis, for some reason I thought they had a mirror thing I could watch the surgery on? Made me nuts trying to figure what came next thru the plastic screen they taped over the eye. I did not have anything taped over my eye. He did use some wire thing to keep my eye lid open and lots of a very viscous numbing agent. I did have to wear a protective patch over my eye for the first night to prevent my rubbing my eye during sleep. I did watch my colonoscopy on the monitor. -- Travis in Shoreline Washington |
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"betsyb" wrote in message
... First thing I marvelled at was the color of the sky and the fact that my windows weren't spotless. Exactly. The good news is you can see very well. The bad news is you can see very well. -- Travis in Shoreline Washington |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things in Faerie Holler............"
In article ,
"betsyb" wrote: Travis, for some reason I thought they had a mirror thing I could watch the surgery on? Made me nuts trying to figure what came next thru the plastic screen they taped over the eye. -- "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Starbucks in the other, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO HOO. what a ride!" BetsyB "T r a v i s" wrote in message news:TPGfi.531$w2.526@trnddc01... "madgardener" wrote in message ... I have cataracts in both eyes, diagnosed only two weeks ago but during the stressful weeks prior, was at angst to wonder why my right vision was so horrible and so quick to deteriorate, and then the left one shortly afterwards. The diagnosis came at the pinnacle of personal turmoil and wonders still unfolding and unfurling,and it all combined to overwhelm me, and in the midst of all THAT, we were locked in a drought that has still left us staggering with deficiencies of moisture in the minus 9 inch marks...... Before I hear the tender love from those who have suffered and cured this malady, friends who commiserate and still love me and are concerned, those who miss me and just want confirmations that I AM alright... let me assure you that squire has insurance that will snip these buggers out and leave me only needing prescription reading glasses of corrective natures with transitional lenses to protect my orbs from the sun's damage. June 25th, the worst culprit, the right cataract, comes out and I will be pressed to sit and listen...... and not lift more than a fart and not bend from my waist and heal and hope I'm not the one in one hundred who go blind or hemorrhage or suffer detached retina's but do just fine, which I am not worried in the least. You get what you're dealt. I got the luck of the draw with luckily having the kind of buggers that grow extremely fast. In two weeks, I can't barely see to drive at night, so I don't, the glare of sunlight causes me to not be able to identify wild flowers, and I have two trolls sitting on my eyeballs causing me distractions that I don't want or need right now with all the other drama's in my sordid and blessed life at the moment. July 10th the left eye gets taken care of and after that, a new appreciation for things that I never took for granted in the first place but will possibly be insufferable once I do heal and share with you all......and then I will be seeking employment again, and have less time to appreciate the ongoing wonders of Faerie Holler, but I will find the time and there will be more things yet to come...... I had the cataract removed from my right eye on February 28th and the left eye on March 6th. The eye doctor put in corrective lenses and now I only need glasses to read. I was off work 3 weeks after the second eye was done and everything has gone well since. I was wide awake during both procedures, that was very weird but painless. I'm sure your experience will be similar. Take it easy. -- Travis in Shoreline Washington You get there eventually, it's your choice of how you do. If your ambition is to have more toys than the others when you die, you may be disappointed. If it is to live it the best you can, then you have a shot. -- Billy Coloribus gustibus non disputatum (mostly) |
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In article XfYfi.1750$YS.1434@trnddc03, "T r a v i s"
wrote: "betsyb" wrote in message ... First thing I marvelled at was the color of the sky and the fact that my windows weren't spotless. Exactly. The good news is you can see very well. The bad news is you can see very well. It's all in your mind's eye. -- Billy Coloribus gustibus non disputatum (mostly) |
"The time has come", said maddie, "to talk of many things inFaerie Holler............"
"betsyb" wrote in message ... First thing I marvelled at was the color of the sky and the fact that my windows weren't spotless. -- "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, Starbucks in the other, totally worn out and screaming, "WOO HOO. what a ride!" I have to disagree with Starbucks, but otherwise this seems an excellent philosophy :-) |
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On 6/25/07 7:32 PM, in article XfYfi.1750$YS.1434@trnddc03, "T r a v i s"
wrote: "betsyb" wrote in message ... First thing I marvelled at was the color of the sky and the fact that my windows weren't spotless. Exactly. The good news is you can see very well. The bad news is you can see very well. I'll take it - my turn is coming I'm told. C |
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