Seasons Change

   We’ve made it past the hottest days of summer and have rounded the corner to fall. The mornings carry a slight chill. The male hummingbirds have begun their long flight back home, leaving their mates behind to fend for themselves before their journey. A few stray leaves lay on the ground waiting for others to join them. Alas, the light of day has grown short, bringing an end to the familiar singing of the night. The change has brought one of my favorite times… Fall!

  I don’t know about you, but I am ready for cooler days. I’m ready for sweats, comfortable jeans, and fuzzy blankets. There’s football in the air, and finally soon the baseball playoffs will begin. (We will not discuss the fiasco also known as the National Hockey League.) Here in the south one can finally have a campfire at night and not be too hot. Pumpkins and mums are making their appearance every here and there. Even Halloween do-dads have shown up in stores.

Not me, but could've been my hair! :)

  I’m excited because the humidity has left us. That means my hair may not frizz out and make my head look five times its normal size. My hair is the longest it has ever been. I have let it grow for about a year and a half now, and at times this summer I wanted to chop it all off. Now I can keep on letting it go until I figure out what to do with it. Don’t ask.

  I love that the scenery changes drastically. The landscape goes from many shades of green to a smattering of red, yellow, and orange. Perennials that have given a blast of color through the summer now disappear, and even most evergreens slow in time. Fall is the best time to plant in the south. Many people start or continue a landscaping project. Pansies and ornamental cabbage are planted, while camellias boast their beauty. All add spectacular color throughout the dreary winter.

Camellia japonica 'Nuccio's Pearl'

  Ah fall, I love you. You give the spring season a run for its money, and are a great break to the hibernations of those other seasons surrounding you. Bring it on!

What signs tell you it’s fall in your area? Why do you like fall? What is your favorite season? Why?

W.P.I. - Why is fall planting so good for plants? In the fall, the warm soil encourages root growth. Roots continue to grow through the winter until the ground freezes, or in areas with mild winters, roots may continue to grow. In early spring, roots begin new growth or continue to develop at a faster rate, and top growth begins. While the same plant planted in spring gets a slow start due to cool soils, the fall-planted plants are becoming well established. When summer finally arrives, the fall-planted plant is far better equipped to deal with heat and drought, largely due to its well-established root system. 

Priceless Conversations

  So many times we get subjected to conversations that we might not want to be part of, but sadly we have no choice. People sometimes talk loud, or include you in their conversation whether you want them to or not. Sometimes when this happens to me I love it, others…not so much. Either way some of these conversations have stuck with me enough to make it into my ramblings here. I named my blog ‘A Day in the Life.’ Well, here you go. These are conversations from different days of my life, and I hope they will bring a smile to your face.

  Unfortunately the Charmed One has had some death in the family over the past few months. A recent phone conversation went something like this…

Charmed One’s Mother: “You know death comes in three’s, right?”

Charmed One: “So they say mom.”

Charmed One’s Mother: Sigh. “I’m just saying.”

Charmed One: “Ma, have you designated yourself to be the third?”

Charmed One’s Mother: “Well, I’ve been shopping around because I don’t want you kids                                                                                                                                                                         to get stuck. Ya know?"

Charmed One: “Mom, have you been coffin shopping? Do they have like a Coffins-R-Us? I seriously think you have too much time on your hands.”

  We took my mom on a cruise a few years back. The whole experience provided many unforgettable moments. One is from my mom. Sorry mom!

The morning we were to set sail we left the hotel and started the long process of boarding the ship. We finally made it to our room and started to unpack. Excitement rang through the air until…

Mom:“Where’s my money?”

Curious looks ensued from both the Charmed One and myself.

Me: “What are you talking about mom?”

Mom: “My money! Could it have fallen out of my sock from inside my shoe?”

A frantic frenzy ensued with mom and her sock.

Charmed One and I in unison: “No!”

  I overheard the next words come from two ladies walking past me the other day.

“Flip flops are the glass slippers of the south!”

  The Charmed One was on the road this past week. I received a text asking me to send a picture of the Buffalo Bills shrine. I simply scratched my head because I knew of no such thing. A while later the phone rang. It was no surprise to find it was the Charmed One asking me about the picture. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” I stated. The Charmed One stated that in the corner of the office was a Buffalo Bills shrine. (That’s the Charmed One’s favorite football team.) I walked in to find the smallest of tributes to the team. There sat a helmet, a framed holograph ticket, and an unopened box of cards. I started laughing uncontrollably. So much so that tears found my eyes. I do believe that is the world’s smallest shrine! J  

Have you heard, or overheard, any good ones lately? Care to share? Have you ever heard of anyone bargain coffin shopping? Or carrying money in their socks? Do you think my mom’s will forgive me for this blog? 

Baby Steps

  Are you one of those people that envision something in their head, and then do what it takes to make that vision come true? It can be done with any facet of life, really. Say for example a career, a home improvement project, or heck even a human improvement project! Years ago I envisioned myself as a healthier person. Shortly thereafter I quit smoking. But this rambling is not about becoming healthier. Or is it? This rambling is about the baby steps it takes to get to that vision, and the feelings one experiences when they realize their visions have become true.

  Honestly I wish I could tell you that this blog is about me becoming a published writer, but it’s not. That is a vision I have had in my head for a while now, but there are many baby steps that need to be taken to get there. Many, many, steps. And right about now I feel like I’ve hit quicksand. Not to fear though, I’m working my way out of it. Slowly but surely! But no matter what happens along the way I never lose sight of that vision. Not all visions are easy, right? There are some things that you have to fight harder for. This is one that I will fight to the end with. J

  So I’ve had two big visions for the past little while. Obviously the writing one is a biggie. If you’ve followed me for very long then you know I talk a lot about the city of Savannah, and a possible move there. It is a dream. And that dream I have made into one of my visions. Now, the timing is not the best, but who knows if there would ever be a right time. So, lets start the steps, shall we? Our house needed some updating. One by one we have got that done. We’ve taken those baby steps through the bathroom, and then onto the kitchen. I tackled the landscape. It started out slow, but then I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and couldn’t stop. I can’t tell you how motivated I was just thinking that every little thing we did put us one step closer to the ultimate goal of moving to Savannah. Well my peeps, I have some news!

  The sign went up just this week. I can’t tell you exactly how I feel. On one hand I’m ecstatic. On the other I am pretty much terrified. But overall I am happy. To me the hard part was getting everything ready. All of those steps it took to get this far were so worth it. And I know there are so many more to take before the actual move, but I am so ready. There’s just something about Savannah that makes me feel better. Every time I go there I seem to breathe easier. My muscles don’t feel as tense, and my mind is clearer. I’m ready for the next steps, both in writing, and the move!

What things do you envision in your life? Have you taken the steps to make that vision become a reality? Was it worth it? Did it turn out like you thought it would? Did you ever get scared when it started becoming a reality?

W.P.I. - Plants love compost. It's a natural fertilizer that's great for the environment and cuts down on garbage bags dumped in landfills. Don't use meat. Use the fruits and vegetables leftover from your table, coffee grounds, and some newspaper. Toss them in your blender with a little bit of water, blend. Put your compost smoothie in a Rubbermaid container you've drilled holes in. Add worms. Not just any worms. You want the big, fat red ones. It won't take the worms long to break down the little pieces and turn them into compost. Layer the compost around your shrubs. They will love you for it.

Staying Grounded

  We walked along the cobblestone streets. The dogs panted away, but trudged along right beside us. One of the infamous city “squares” sat straight ahead of us so we walked in and sat on one of the benches. The dogs immediately lied down. The exercise was unfamiliar to them. They got drinks and we all took in the sights.

  This particular square had a fountain in the middle of it. Live oaks surround the perimeter of the park. Spanish moss hangs lazily from the branches, fluttering easily in the wind. A squirrel rummaged around, unexcited with the flourish of people invading his space. Tourists walked through with their maps open, contemplating where to head next. Business people strolled by briskly undoubtedly heading to lunch. I breathed in all the sights and sounds, loving every minute of it.

  There was a young boy playing with an even younger girl. They both had khaki shorts on. Their hair was dark with curls, and their eyes were a beautiful light brown. There was no doubt in my mind that they were brother and sister. They brought a smile to my face watching how close they seemed to be. They came out from around the fountain one time with the boy carrying the girl on his back. They slowly walked up to us and started talking about the dogs. He let his sister down and asked if they could pet the dogs. Now, both our dogs are rescues and although friendly I never know how they will be around kids. Usually they just try to ignore them, or hide behind our legs. The kids came closer and unbelievably the dogs let those kids pet them. They talked with us for a few minutes as the dogs reaped the rewards of the pets. Goodbyes were said as the cute kids disappeared around the fountain again.

  Giving the dogs a long rest the Charmed One and I continued to take in the sights of the square and chat amongst ourselves about our next destination. Just minutes after their disappearance the kids came back one more time. The young boy, we guessed he was around eleven years old, asked us more questions about the dogs. His sister, probably about seven, tried to pet Alexis a little more. The Charmed One asked them if they lived in Savannah, or if they were just visiting. The boy stated they lived there, while his sister stood back up next to him. We asked if they liked it. He got quiet and nodded. They younger sister said she didn’t like it. When asked why she said they lived in a shelter. Big brother immediately tapped her on the shoulder and shook his head no. He then said they had to go as the shock of what just happened sunk in.

  I cannot tell you how those words impacted me. I’m sentimental to begin with, but the moments after those kids left tears escaped my eyes. The Charmed One and I both just sat with a loss for words, but not for tears. I don’t think anything has grounded me faster than that. I don’t think I will ever forget their faces, or the feeling we felt. We don’t carry much cash on us, but put together what we did have. It wasn’t much, but we walked over and gave it to the mother and father who were sitting in the shade cast from one of the live oaks. They didn’t want to take it, but we insisted. We turned around and left.

  The Charmed One and I always say we work hard to play hard. We enjoy taking little trips here and there, and have the luxury of buying a shirt or groceries without counting every penny. We are not rich, but we live comfortably. I thank my good Lord every day for what we have, and wish there was more we could do for families like that. That one instant from that day will stay with us forever, and always keep our feet firmly planted on the ground.

  What keeps you grounded? Do you have instances of homeless where you live? Have you ever encountered homeless children? What do you do to lift your spirits when something bad happens?  

First Person Overload

Okay, it wasn't this much!

  I forgot how old I was today (Wednesday). I did waaay too much manual labor and now I am having a hard time moving. The landscape to the front of the house was ready for mulch, so I went and got a truckload full. Then the dumb person I am decided to unload it all in one day. Needless to say it ought to be interesting in the morning! I have a sneaking suspicion my chiropractor is going to be grinning from ear to ear by the time he’s done with me!

  Since I’m complaining… For the second time in a month I started reading a book that was written in first person. I don’t know why, but I cannot stand a book written like this. Now, apparently I need to start reading an excerpt of the book before I purchase it. Usually I just read the synopsis. If it intrigues me then I buy it. Two dang times. What in Reba’s name is going on here? Now, I mustered through the first one. I don’t know if I can make it through the one I’m reading now. I was just wondering why that is. Maybe it is because the first book I read was told by the heroine. This one is being told by the hero, and I am having a hard time relating to him. He’s just a blah character. I guess if it was an autobiography it would be different, but it’s fiction. I don’t know if I can do it.

  Now, before I lose my audience I am going to switch it up some. I’m done complaining. I’m pretty much done typing the words I or I’m. It’s time to switch it over to you. I tried to do something similar in the past. This time I hope for a little better response. I would like for you to tell me a little about you own self. Below is a series of questions that Kelly (trying not to use I) would love to know the answers to. She is always talking about herself; it’s time for you to tell about…you!

1. When is the last time you have overdone something and hurt yourself?

2. Do you like books written in first person?  

3. What is your favorite genre?

4. Do you have an e-reader? If so what kind? Kindle? Nook? Sony? Other?

5. If you could vacation anywhere in the world where would you go?

W.P.I. - To conserve moisture and prevent splashing mud, mulch your herb garden after planting. Use 1 to 2 inches of organic material. 

Killing Us With Exercise!

Hey there, it’s me, Savannah again. Remember me? I am Kelly’s tri-colored Cavalier. I’m the, (chokes once) bigger one who sounds more like Scooby Doo. Now do you remember? Well, I just came back to tell you all that Kelly and the Charmed One tried to kill us. And NO, I am not making that up. At all.

  They told us we should feel lucky that we got to go with them on their last trip, but I’m not quite sure. Ya see Kelly and the Charmed One took us to Savannah last week. They say we will live there one day, and that it will be good for us because we will walk a lot. (I think they are referring to my weight. Do you think that?) Oh well, anyways, back to the story.

  So we walked soon after we got there. It sprinkled a little, but it felt good because it was hot. I have adopted the Charmed One as my human, so we walk together. Alexis likes Kelly best so they hang with each other. We stopped at a couple of places. People like to look at us, pet us, and talk to us. After we got back I was exhausted.

  The next day we got up and went for another walk. But believe me when I tell you that we walked, and walked, and walked. This is when they tried to kill us. First we walked to a little café and had breakfast. I hid under a chair while Alexis laid in the middle of the sidewalk so people could goo goo gaga over her. She’s something else, but I love her. Then we walked down by the river and rested. Next we shopped. And then we walked some more. I laughed at Alexis as she bravely checked to make sure nothing was in the hole that would come out and get us. Honestly that was the first time I saw her do anything that closely resembled a dog like trait. But I do love her. We stopped many times and had many drinks, but in the end Alexis had to be carried back to the hotel. I am bigger and a little sturdier. I did not need such services. After we got back I was exhausted and fell fast asleep.

  The next day we were all rested up so we went for a ride. We ended up at a beach. We walked a little and Alexis got something in her paw. After more ogling the Charmed One found a bur in her pad. We finished up there and went to some old fort. It was neat. There were a lot of cannons, and even a moat. Alexis started to limp again. Love her I do! By the time we made it around the fort and back out she needed to be carried again. Bless her heart. Ya know, just once I would like to be carried. They took us back to the hotel where we passed out. Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cover the feelings that came upon us.

  Finally we came back home to our lives of leisure. Alexis still complains about her feet hurting. I wish she would toughen up a little, but she is a self proclaimed Queen. Apparently she feels she needs to act like one in some way or another. I love her. So that is the story. Our humans tried to kill us with exercise. We are not looking forward to moving here.

  Have you ever worked your pet too hard? What kind of pet do you have? Is it a ball of energy or a little lazy? Do you like these blogs from the dog’s point of view? Or should I give them up?

W.P.I. - When making a new planting bed consider your animals. Make sure the plants you are putting into the landscape are pet friendly. Some plants have toxins in them. If your pet eats the plant it could cause serious damage to them. Other plants have thorns that may stick in your pet if they step on them or brush up against them. Make sure your gardens are pet friendly!

It's National What Day?

  I bet you didn’t know that yesterday was National Dog Day, did you? Honestly I didn’t until a couple of authors I follow on Facebook posted pics of their dogs and mentioned it. “Now there’s a blog subject,” I said to no one in particular. Well, they were listening, and clamored to get in front of the camera!

  It seems to me that the Bosses or Grandparents Day’s of the world are about long gone. Now, in reality they are not, but you don’t hear too much of them anymore. Today you hear about these entire National What (?) Days. They are crazy days that tends to make you wonder who made them all up. So I decided to make myself useful and search out this calendar of crazy days. I have picked out some of the funnier ones for each month to share with you. Most need no explanation. Others I couldn't help myself!

·         January 12- National Feast Of Fabulous Wild Men Day. (Oh the thoughts!)

·         January 14- National Dress Up Your Pet Day.

·         January 24- National Beer Can Appreciation Day.

·         February 23- National Dog Biscuit Appreciation Day.

·         February 27- National No Brainer Day. (Hmmm.)

·         March 8- National Be Nasty Day. (Some people need to be told that this is not an everyday thing!)

·         March 12- National Plant A Flower Day. (May be hard to do if there’s still snow on the ground!)

  April 17- National Blah, Blah, Blah Day. J

·         May 8- National No Socks Day.

·    May 9- National Lost Sock Memorial Day. (Coincidence? I don’t think so!)

·         June 3- National Repeat Day. (I said…it’s National Repeat Day!)

·         July 1- National Flash A Trucker Day. (I would suggest you do this at your own risk!)

·         August  5- National International Beer Day. 

·         August 16- National Rum Day.

·         August 30- National Marshmallow Day.

·         August 31- National Trail Mix Day. (Please don’t confuse the two, it could get messy!)

·         September 19- National Talk Like A Pirate Day. (Aye matey!)

·         September 23- National Dog In Politics Day. (Er… No comment!)

·         October 12- National Moment Of Frustration Day. (Really? I have daily occurrences of frustration!)

·         November 6- National Marooned Without A Compass Day. (Eek, that’s not good!)

·         December 12- National Ding-A-Ling Day. (No comment on this one either!)

  So, those are some that made me laugh, and I hope you did as well. Kudos to whoever came up with them. They are a very good source of entertainment!

Did you like them? Have you ever come up with any National Something Day’s you would like to celebrate? Care to share?

On a personal note I think March 28 should be National Cherish Reba McEntire Day. (That day is our birthday J)