Badly damaged by the late frosts, but this proud fuchsia is proud to be here…
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Badly damaged by the late frosts, but this proud fuchsia is proud to be here…
Image by Gabriela Piwowarska from Pixabay
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This week there were no new flowers to be seen in our garden, but everything was happening in the growing area.
Mainly dahlias because I have been meaning to grow these for ages, and three of the ones I planted in April are getting on with the business in spectacular form.
I tried to be professional with these dahlias. I brought new labels and a posh marker pen, so I would know what colour they were.
But… the pen was rubbish. The first time I watered the pots, the ink ran away. I have no idea which is which, so I can’t wait to see them bloom…
These seeds were an impulse buy. Everyone in my family loves sunflowers, but I was getting fed up with the usual spindly 12 feet high specimens that never seem to stay upright. Last year I grew supposedly dwarf specimens which were an improvement…
2022 Look at all those flower buds!
So when I saw seeds for a blood-red sunflower, I knew I had to have them.
If the snails can leave them alone long enough, we might get to see them in all their glory!
While I was buying seeds, I picked up some Alysum and Aubretia, just because.
I have never been very lucky with seeds, as sometimes they grow but often do not, so time will tell…
Finally, I am becoming very fond of this cutting of a weeping willow from our local pond.
Three years old already, and I think I have persuaded it to weep a little…
It has a very promising future, I think…
This post is inspired by Jim Stevens, who really knows all about #SixonSaturday: https://gardenruminations.co.uk/2023/05/27/six-on-saturday-27-5-2023
The term “damage limitation” is typically used to refer to the activity of limiting or containing the effects of an accident or error.
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It was while I was struggling with a few yoga moves that it occurred to me that I could be wasting my time, as there are times when maintenance becomes damage control. I think I must be approaching that sad state of affairs.
For instance, my heart and lungs are old and stiff due to my advancing years. Estimated duration, 5 years.
My kidneys are also old and beginning to fail. Estimated duration, 15 years.
I haven’t succumbed to diabetes or dementia, and my brain still fires on all cylinders. Well, most of the time, anyway. If that ever decides to play up, it will all be over, bar the shouting.
It’s not as if medication is the answer, for what works for one condition tends to upset one of the others. Will the recently prescribed corticosteroids hold back the fall of Rome, or will the present blessed relief be only temporary?
As a writer, I am familiar with damage control. A form of this comes into play every time I pick up a pen and is how I control the tension in my stories.
These days though, I am allowing the ship to find its own way, and I follow behind, hoping for the best.
To be honest, I am not really enjoying growing old, but I am damn sure I can squeeze some life out of me yet!
#TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 321, 5/23/23
Let’s get magical!
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Today, Colleen Chesebro’s challenge is an acrostic poem, and we know how much Anita loves acrostic poetry!
©AnitaDawes2023
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Thanks to my wonderful new medication, everything is working extremely well these days, and I am firing on all sorts of magic cylinders.
A massive amount of enthusiasm has penetrated every aspect of my life, and I am feeling more than a little overwhelmed, if I am honest. It has been so long since I was any kind of efficient!
Ideas are coursing through my mind, creating a to-do list like no other. Not content with writing up a storm with the WIP, I am seriously considering other writing possibilities.
The rest of my life has woken up too. Housework and gardening are being done, and joyfully, I might add. Never thought that could happen!
So many plans are arriving, almost fully formed. Maybe they were all just waiting in the wings?
With a following wind, I hope I can maintain this new me, as I was getting sick and tired of the old one. Apart from all the benefits, I am so grateful to feel awake at last…
A very Happy Monday to everyone!
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I think it is time that I twist someone’s arm to drive me the twenty miles to my favourite beach…
If I don’t go soon, I will probably go nuts!
This book is a collection of stories about some of Kaye’s first-time experiences with life’s most natural events. Told through the intimate conversational writing we’ve come to know from this author, poignant personal stepping stones to learning moments are revealed. She encompasses the heart of each matter with sincerity and sprinkled inflections of humor.
From first kiss to first car to walking in the desert with four-inch heels, Kaye’s short coming-of-age stories take us through her awakenings and important moments of growth, often without warning. Some good and some not, life lessons are learned through trial and error, winging it, and navigating by the seat of her pants.
About the Author
D.G. Kaye was born and resides in Toronto, Canada. She is the author of Conflicted Hearts – A Daughter’s Quest for Solace From Emotional Guilt, Meno-What? – A Memoir, Words We Carry, Have Bags, Will Travel, P.S. I Forgive You, and her newest release – Twenty Years: After “I Do”. Kaye is a nonfiction/memoir writer and writes about her life experiences, matters of the heart and women’s issues.
Kaye writes to inspire others. Her writing encompasses stories taken from events she encountered in her own life, and the lessons that were taken from them. Her sunny outlook on life developed from learning to overcome some of the many obstacles that challenged her. From an emotionally neglected childhood, to growing up with a narcissistic mother, leaving her with a severely deflated self-esteem, D.G. began seeking a path to rise above her issues. When she isn’t writing intimate memoirs, Kaye brings her natural sense of humor into her other works.
D.G. began writing when pen and paper became tools to express her pent-up emotions during a turbulent childhood. Her writing began as notes and cards she wrote for the people she loved and admired when she was afraid to use her voice.
Through the years, Kaye journaled about life, writing about her opinions on people and events and later began writing poetry and health articles for a Canadian magazine as her interest grew in natural healthcare. Kaye became interested in natural healing and remedies after encountering a few serious health issues. Against many odds, D.G. has overcome adversity several times throughout her life.
D.G. began writing books to share her stories and inspiration. Her compassion and life experiences inspire her to write from the heart. She looks for the good and the positive in everything, and believes in paying it forward.
“For every kindness, there should be kindness in return, Wouldn’t that just make the world right?”
D.G.’s Favorite Saying: “Live. Laugh. Love …and don’t forget to breathe!”
When D.G. is not writing, she’s reading. Her favorite genres of reading are: biographies, memoirs, writing and natural health. Kaye loves to read about people who overcome adversity, victories and redemption and believes we have to keep learning–there is always room for improvement! She loves to cook, travel, and play poker (when she gets the chance).
You can find D.G. on social media and her author and blog pages:
http://www.goodreads.com/dgkaye
http://www.amazon.com/author/dgkaye7
http://www.twitter.com/@pokercubster
http://www.facebook.com/dgkaye
http://www.youtube.com/DebbyDGKayeGies
http://www.linkedin.com/in/dgkaye7
Our Review of Fifteen First Times
A Collection of Indelible Firsts
I share many memories of my first times with Debby, and the most memorable for me, was my first car and learning to drive it. This was my first taste of independence, and I loved every minute of being behind the wheel.
Shoes struck a different note with me; however, as being tall, I apparently have rather large feet. Finding shoes that fit has always been a nightmare for me.
Although I share many of Debby’s Fifteen First Times, I never did find the love of my life, although there were plenty of almosts. I am envious of the love she shared with G and very sad that she must mourn him every single day…
This intriguing book is so many of our lives in a nutshell…
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