January 23, 2012

Journaling with 'Charisma"


Garden Journal Entry:  23 January 2012


HIGH:  57  LOW:  36


Tips of tulips have begun to appear over the past couple of weeks.  Am thrilled to see lots of viola seedlings from the violas planted last fall...hope they mature in time to join the party. :( no sighting of golden feverfew seedlings though. Even saw a forsythia in bloom yesterday. 

 Way too dry and warm...will this arid pattern never end?  Possibility of a good rain tomorrow. Keeping my finger crossed.  I deep watered this afternoon, so maybe that and a car wash will bring it on. 

 Lovely words from Colette...though I'd replace 'winter' with 'drought' in our case. The warm winter weather beckons...but also intimates that another dreadful growing season might lie ahead.

For now though trying to remain hopeful and feeling kinda giddy about the coming season.  Maybe gullible is more like it, but the emerging buds and warm sunshine are so optimistic...gets me  every time.


 Meanwhile, I'm adoring my double amaryllis, ('Charisma', I think) Pretty sure these are the ones Bubba got for me... Love the drama of all three of them blooming simultaneously.  Contorta branches as supports give them a certain Sleeping Beauty and the brambles kind of vibe...love it.  Will always plant in threes again...so striking.

 Especially like the way they glisten when light passes trough them.  Pearl-like.  Erotic and exotic.  Effect changes with the  angle, time of day, age of bloom.  


Will definitely want to grow these again next year.  Luscious is what they are. 

And Dreamy.

So Romantic.

Would be gorgeous for a wedding.

And Valentine's Day.  Hopefully they will last that long and new stalks will emerge in time.
































 































































































Meanwhile, 'Samba' times three waits in the wings.  :)

January 17, 2012

THE GAGE HOTEL AND MEMORIES

" If the world were perfect, it wouldn't be." Yogi Berra

Or so I am thinking as I sit in the waiting room at Orthopedic Associates while my youngest has hand surgery.  A case of fist meets steel door resulted in an injury requiring titanium pins and anesthesia and deductibles and co pays and nervousness.... and, yes, the 

               BOING!

phenomenon whereby your college kid returns to campus  only to bounce back home when life happens.

Life also happened a couple of weekends ago when a much anticipated, long-weekend trip with my men

didn't quite turn out as planned.

Husband had been talking up the wonderfully remote  GAGE HOTEL (click here for more information) for a very long time.  Located in Marathon, TX, and ever so close to the epically beautiful BIG BEND NATIONAL PARK, the GAGE is my kind of place...my kind of experience.







Redolent with old frontier charm and grace, the Gage is the perfect place to stay while enjoying and marveling at the craggy, prickly, breathtaking landscape of southwest Texas and the magnificent Big Bend.


(cue sountrack to GIANT)


A hiker and photographer's dream...an artist's fantasy, a designer's muse.  



a people-watcher's heaven.
 
Not that I personally enjoyed any of these traveler delights.

Oh, no.

On the way home from Enid on Christmas Day, my men and I were listening to Garrison Keillor as he recounted memorable Christmases of the past, one of which was memorable because his family was visited by, and I quote


"the Dark Horse of Projectile Vomiting..."



Well, let's just say,


my trip was memorable (though, thank God, not necessarily projectile...)


and resulted in Husband's visiting a pharmacy in a town an hour away.  (I had good sense to marry that man.)


On top of the visiting dark horse, our already-short-to-begin-with excursion was cut even shorter


by a snowstorm in central Texas 


that threatened to leave us stranded in our little desert oasis for a bit. Fortunately, my men avoided the stomach curse, and managed to get in a long, sunny hike...more than one Chili Rellenos breakfast...


and, yes, more than one cerveze and shots of tequila.


Oh, I did manage to take lots of pictures though;


granted... through a phenergan-induced haze.

















Please don't let my experience dissuade YOU from visiting this magical place.


I plan on visiting again, soon I hope.  


Though not necessarily on horseback, if you know what I mean.

















January 12, 2012

Small Changes, Small Luxuries


It can be difficult to transition from the profligate excesses of the holidays to the austerity and requisite discipline of the new year. Consequently, I think it's important that we identify and savor small delights...the freshness of a small, but statement-making change, or petite, inexpensive little luxuries we treat ourselves to as a reward for our extra gym time and healthy living.

So when the Christmas wreaths came down, the pinecone wreath dripping with nandina berries went up...still speaking the language of the winter season and the upcoming February holiday.


Out went the glorious white arrangement of last week and in came two huge bundles of hypnotically-scented tuberoses, again in winter white, again in their crystal vase.


Last, but not least.  A dollar's worth of freshly sharpened black pencils for my desktop.  Banished were the mismatched, stuffed-into-the-pencil-holder-I-really-don't need this many, writing implements, now bundled with a rubber band and placed in the Habitat for Humanity box.


There's nothing quite like writing with a newly sharpened No. 2, don't you think?
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A couple of you requested Nutrition Facts for the MAPLE BANANA FLAX MUFFINS  of a previous post.  Here goes:
Number of servings per recipe:  12
Calories:  200/serving
Carbs:  32g
Protein 5g
Fat 7 g
Fiber 4g
Also, the image showed a bottle of applesauce, which I considered using as a substitute for a portion of the oil.  I didn't do so, but forgot to take it out of the image.  Sorry for the confusion.  BTW, my sister-in-law has already made a couple of batches.  I assume everything is running smoothly at her house...