In the Garden with Gentle Palm

The Yellow Season

Gentle Palm and I have been enjoying fall.  We have picked our Indian corn:

 

And picked our one giant pumpkin (but left the gourds you can see in the background up to dry):

The bees get to keep all their honey, since this is their first year:

 

And sometimes even the incidentals are beautiful:

 

We still have creature features:

 

But G.P. is bigger every day. 

Garden Open Today

In 1962, a famous garden book of the above title was published, chronicling the author's work in getting his garden ready to be open for a garden tour.

In a fit of insanity, we agreed to open our garden for Our City's Garden Day, on May 3.

Here is a very small part of my current to do list, in no particular order:

1. Clean fish pond and replace broken pump
2. Build new bird pen since birds are moving to other side of house
3. Take down old bird pen
4. Move donated shed for new bird house into position (involves finding person with forklift)
5. Move old birdhouse into woods for firewood storage (also needs forklift)
6. Build new garden bed where three big trees were removed
7. Install new kitchen path
8. Pave driveway
9. Finish massive clearing project along edge of woods
10. Transplant plants from outside vegetable garden and seed for lawn
11. Transplant 8 large boxwoods and 3 hollies
12. Eliminate large bed along front walk and transplant all plants
13. Install new front walk
14. Paint beehives
15. Spread organic crabgrass preventer on new lawn
16. Take down fence by fishpond and install new garden bed and lawn
17. Hang curtains in house (did I mention the house will be open too?)
18. Hire mover to move 12 ft long dining room table from Nana's to our house
19. Select and buy some new rugs
20. Install new lighting (OK actually just "lighting" not actually "new" lighting) in dining and living rooms
21. Frame and hang bird prints on empty walls
22. Finish building stone walls, add topsoil, seed as necessary
23. Plant vegetable garden
24. Mulch and weed existing beds
25. Bring up water plants from basement for pond and terrace containers

Good news:

Our fabulous occasional handyman is here this week and next and is hard at work.

Better news:

My fabulous mother "Nana" and my two local brothers Lineman and Rocketman are coming to help me all day Sunday.  D of L is overseeing all inside-the-house matters. There is nothing like family.

Prediction:

It won't all get done by May 3, but enough of it will. 

Promise:

I will try to post more often.  Still recovering my mojo from my Dad's death, and - as you can see from the list above, which doesn't include the items already done, I've been a tad busy.  Not counting, of course, 4 children and a full-time law practice.

Angel - or Not?

If you were cast (against type, of course) as an angel in the Christmas pageant, would you hide under a desk at the dress rehearsal to learn the songs?

Ok, maybe not 100% against type......

Acting Credit

Tonight, we sat down to watch the animated Disney movie "Meet the Robinson's" with G.P.  Practically the first scene features Lewis Robinson.

Lewis: 

I said, "Wow, that looks like Dash."

Dash:

For those of you who actually get to watch non-animated films, Dash is the young boy character in the Pixar animated film "The Incredibles."

G. P. replied, "He does!  Maybe they are played by the same guy."

 

Waffles For a New Year

Last night, at 11:50, D of L and I were making waffle batter.  We had just gotten home from a fun dinner with friends, and were making the batter to let it rise overnight.  At midnight, dusted with flour, we kissed at the kitchen counter and kept stirring.  Married life at its sweetest.

This morning we made waffles for Nana, Tenor, Many Shoes, G.P., and five of Tenor's college friends.  I got to pretend to be a short order cook and yell "Waffle Up!" every five minutes.   The waffles were yeasty and crispy and soft in the middle - pretty much a perfect way to start the new year, especially when followed by a long walk in the woods on a mild winter day.

Fabulous Babes Treading the Boards

D of L and Many Shoes auditioned a few days ago for a benefit performance of The V.... Monologues being put on by our local theatre company to raise money for a non-profit which works to combat domestic violence.

Guess what?  Even though about a gazillion women auditioned for only about 12 roles - they both got parts!!  I am so proud of them, especially because, if you've seen the show, you know it takes a woman with big ovaries to be in it.

And as a side benefit, Many Shoes in now planning to write her college entrance essay about being in the show with her mom.  How cool is that?

Back from Colorado

We've spent the last week in Steamboat Springs, where I was asked to speak at a conference.  D of L, G.P. and Nana all came too. Other than the usual airline delays, we had a great trip.  G.P. and I skied all but one day:

We hiked out to Fish Creek Falls, a 300 foot tall almost-frozen waterfall:

Went snowhoeing at Rabbit Ears pass - a stone's throw from the Continental Divide:

Had fun eating and shopping (mostly for candy!) in downtown Steamboat Springs:

G.P. got to help drive a sleigh:

And we went riding on an 8000 acre ranch:

(A very wise person once said "the best view in the world is from between the ears of a horse.")

The Yampa Valley is magnificent:

G.P. had his first ride in an airplane, and in a ski gondola:

It didn't take him long to feel right at home in an airport:

We had two fabulous powder skiing days, saw magnificent country, and had fun being together:

And this afternoon I actually sorted through my 375 emails!!  Tomorrow it's back to the real world.....

A Walk in the Park

Some Thanksgiving statistics from Old Stone House:

Number present for Thanksgiving feast: 26

Children 12 and under: 10

Trips to the emergency room in a 24 hour period: 2

Average number sitting down to dinner for the last three nights: 15

Numbers of actual walks in the park: 1

Number of stars added to Many Shoes' crown:  innumerable

Time spent with Baby Zen: not enough

Laughs: a lot

Snuggling: never enough

Princesses: 1

Pretty much par for the course around here. 

Happy Thanksgiving

We finished our feast, which we ate at about 2 p.m.  We were aiming for around 1, as our tradition is to then spend the evening with D of L's sisters, exchanging Christmas gifts.   Given that we had 26 people, and a change of plans at 8 a.m. this morning, involving needing to suddenly have oven space to cook two turkeys, we did pretty well. 

It got a little fraught, and D of L and I had some rare moments of tension.  I hate it when that happens. It makes me feel the same way I have the few times I've been foolish enough to go on a roller coaster: like I'm about ten yards behind my stomach for the rest of the day.  Ugh.

But we got back in sync, and by the time of the meal all was good.  Three tables of family and friends:

And I got to spend time with many of those I love, including "the" great Aunt, my paternal grandfather's youngest sister, who will be 89 in two weeks.  She still lives in her own house, drives herself, and I have to call her at least two weeks ahead to get a dinner date.

D of L's parents have been gone for a long time.  Her father since since she was 20, and he was only 42:

And her mother since ten years ago, at the age of 57:

For me, this is the first Thanksgiving without my dad, who died on August 19 of this year.  Perhaps I am odd, but I've spent the last ten years or so - especially the last three years, since D of L was diagnosed with cancer - being excruciatingly aware of how lucky I am that all of my family was alive and well.  Even when D of L was undergoing surgery, radiation and chemotherapy, I was terrified (talk about an inadequate word), but still aware that "we were all here."  Now, from my perspective, we aren't.  I know D of L has felt this way for years.  Despite the losses of all four of my grandparents, especially my maternal grandmother, whom I adored, the loss of my dad has made me feel as if one set of the "bookends" of my life - my parents on one side and my spouse and children on the other - is incomplete.

Here's to you, Dad.

I miss you, and I don't know if I will ever feel that "we are all here" again.

Yellow

The gardening year begins and ends in yellow in my garden.  Our woods, mostly tulip poplars, turns golden behind the house:

The back woodland garden is yellow as well:

Because it has been so warm here - we haven't yet had a hard frost - even the hostas are yellow:

Tomorrow we are hosting the feast.  The yellow won't last long, but isn't it glorious while it does?