Monday, March 29, 2021

The Flower of the Family

My father used to have a joke he liked to tell. He would say that I was "the flower of the family -- the bloomin' idiot."

My family was exceptionally intelligent, except the baby of the family -- me -- lagged far behind them. In my family, the intellect was the be-all, end-all. My siblings had extraordinary intelligence, as did my parents, especially in the areas of mathematics and music. I have no real talent for either one, although I tried very hard to do well in those subjects and please my loved ones. But I never pleased them!

I do feel I have a special gift, however: I am transported by beauty. Sometimes I feel like my heart will burst when I see certain flowers or hillsides or paintings; or the way the light goes through a vase at sundown or a leaf at sunrise, or through Champie the Chiweenie's ears anytime, making him look like a dog with bright pink petals growing from his head. Note to Champie: You are a handsome, handsome lad, my fat and faithful friend, and you wear those petals well.

Here are a few more "purloined pictures" (thank you, Joanne from Cup on the Bus) from the little park I "accidentally" found myself in after accidentally scaling a rock wall (at MY age!) and accidentally avoiding detection by sneaking about. I was NOT the only one to enter this off-limits park, however; a well-known ne'er-do-well character wearing a black mask (over its eyes, not its nose and mouth) was there before me! Yes, the paths were covered with paw prints of raccoons! 

Hope you enjoy. Three kinds of crabapples and some other pretty plants like quince and redbuds were also blooming. Some are not in sharp focus; I was too busy trying to sneak to concentrate.

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Sunday, March 28, 2021

Free "Spring Springing" Cross Stitch Chart!

free merryneedle merry needle cross stitch chart easter spring

free cross stitch chart bunnies spring easter

Here is a little free chart (see link below with color charts, symbol charts, and key) with two versions based on both my Jumping for Joy design and a good friend's primitive bunnies (used with permission) that she stitched long ago. I hope you will enjoy stitching it, if cross stitching be your hobby! It is easy enough for a beginner to stitch, too, for those who may be interested in taking up cross stitching. I am unhappy with the date, as I noticed it is off-center. "Free, and worth every penny," as we say. I flipped the top flower motif for an alternate version. The alternate version just has the color stitches shown, not a symbol chart also. I have run out of time because Spring Break is over for our school, so it's early bed and back to work tomorrow. Out of time to play, BOO! 

Use this LINK <--- so that you get the PDF of this chart. It's stored on Google Drive and that is as safe as things get on the internet!

sun shining through a palm frond

I hope you all have a great Monday and a great Holy Week. We had a fantastic Palm Sunday Mass, very moving. Our priest, several of the Knights of the Altar (altar boys and girls), and deacons put on a spoken-word play. Our priest has a really great voice.

I did something naughty today. I snuck into a closed park to take photos of the crabapple blooming there. This is an open-air park few visit that has been closed for over a year, due to "COVID." The lure of the spring blooms was too much. I had to miss them last year. Even if a person lives to be 100, that's just 100 times to see crabapple blossoms. This photo shows the old and the new: Last year's shriveled crabapples, and this year's promise.

shriveled crabapples and new crab apple blooms

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Saturday, March 27, 2021

Lilac-Violet Cactus Welcomes Spring in the Desert


chalkware chickens hen rooster vintage

Before showing off the "unicorn cactus" as I like to call it, here is my favorite kitchen decoration. These little chalkware chickens are always on display. The hen was painted by my son while I painted the rooster, when he was very little. I love children's artwork and handwork. Their creations are so open, so fresh! 

agave in spring cactus in las cruces nm

I had to mail some seeds that I sold, so I stopped by the landscaping at City Hall, which is downtown like the post office.
Spring arrived within a week: Trees that were bare last week are fuzzed with green this week.  Ice plants have dozens of blooms and have plumped up. The agaves (above) are stretching out. I think the center of the agave looks like a little dolphin face. And the prickly pears are barnacled with buds.

purple prickly pear santa rita cactus desert southwest

I am very partial to these
lilac-hued cactus, called Santa Rita prickly pears. They are a very unusual spot of pastel color in the landscape. In winter and early spring they are lilac and purple with aqua; by late spring and summer they will turn more a pastel blue gray.  In the landscape, they are striking. I wasn't the only one taking photos of them; in nearby Old Mesilla, tourists had phones in hand, taking photo after photo of the violet-hued prickly pears that line the famed La Posta restaurant's parking area.

lilac purple santa rita cactus

I know many of you are still awaiting spring to truly show herself! But when it is over 100 degrees here (37 C), you will be having the last laugh as everything dries up in the heat!

purple cactus santa rita prickly pear

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Thursday, March 25, 2021

Your Favorite Smell, Garden Surprises, Desert SNOW in March and Printable Spring Tags!

Well dearies, here we have some free digital speckled spring tags to download and print out. I was thinking of speckled eggs, and flowers, and decided to combine the two. As always, please use the link, because Blogger compresses and resizes images posted and then they don't print properly. TO GET A GOOD LOOK at the tags to see if you want to download them, RIGHT CLICK and choose "Open link in new tab" and that will make the little magnifier appear.

You can download from Google Drive (safe) from this LINK <-----

speckled egg spring tags florals free download printables penniwigs
Amazingly, it snowed today here in the desert -- on our mountaintops. It sprinkled some cold rain on the foothills and in our valley, the Mesilla Valley, where the Rio Grande is and where the chiles, onions, cotton, and pecans grow.

las cruces new mexico organ mountains snow in march 2021


The mountains are the Organ Mountains, so called because the tall granite outcroppings (locally called "the needles") looked like organ pipes to some, probably homesick settlers who had left such heavy instruments behind. I can't really imagine the grit that the people had who moved here, the ganas, as they say in Mexico. All these g-words, basically meaning the desert pioneers had guts.

Update on my community garden plot: Whoever had this plot before was a blue-ribbon gardener. I thought I was going to have to amend the soil and dig a lot to prepare the bed. But no! My very first shovelful of soil showed that not only was it already amended, but it was PLANTED! With strange bulbs, pushing up to the surface! And the bed has different mints including apple mint, big mounds of what turned out to be the best-smelling lemongrass ever, other herbs yet to be figured out, and I don't even know what-all. Some heirloom tomatoes, too.

I gingerly poked in a few seeds of sunflowers along the western side of the plot, for shade. And put in a few pumpkin seeds (bush pumpkins) and some Korean Melon seeds that were given to me by a fantastic gardener in a seed club we're in. But I didn't dare dig anything. I just made little holes with a stick.

Those with mint-phobia, don't worry. In the desert, mint cannot take over your beds. They are limited by the extreme dryness and easy to keep in bounds with watering methods.

I am most excited about the lemongrass. I haven't grown it before. I gave it a good haircut and the little blades are already coming up from the roots. I think it's one of my new favorite smells!

What is your favorite smell? Does it vary by season, as mine do? 

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Monday, March 22, 2021

Flowers You Can Eat

When I visit other blogs, my mind buzzes with ideas for posts. So many memories are recalled, or ideas are sparked, when reading about the lives or thinking about the thoughts of others. Today I saw so many words of wisdom, whimsy, and wit! Maybe that's what the "www" in the blog addresses meant today. Even when the subject matter was weighty, the thoughts sparkled. I even did some screenshots because some of the posts were very valuable, I felt, containing memories of the past, or strategies for improving one's life, by quieting and decluttering the mind.

red bud edible flowers

Nature certainly helps me readjust my attitude. 

If you look at the photo above, in the upper right you can see a bit of my car. I just HAD to have that color, "Black Cherry Pearl." Umm-hmmm, really smart choice for a car in the desert...nope...

At the end of our block in Texas, a house had an absolutely fluorescent pink redbud. Our cattycorner neighbor had a very old, very tired redbud, too, but it had a darker tinge to its blossoms. I should have asked for a twig from that hot-pink redbud, and propagated it.

wild redbud blossoms

Here I have found several little "wild" redbuds, at a small medical center. Did you know that redbuds are also called "Pea Pod" trees? Their flowers are edible, as are their "pea pods" and the seeds inside. 

I think the flowers would look pretty in a salad! Or atop some guacamole. 

multi trunked redbud tree bush form blooming in 2021

I have noticed that with most "edible" flowers, you would not want to have seconds...maybe they are acquired tastes...nasturtiums and violets included, although I used to love "sugaring" violets and putting them on cakes. Oxalis (rabbit grass) flowers are delightful, if you love sour things! is Spring Break here, and so the school is shut, and I am busy having the old-lady version of a slumber party. My slumber party involves actual slumbering! I stay up late to catch up on the blogs and search for new ones, look at stitching and crafting videos on YouTube, and make myself a cup of decaf coffee to enjoy. Then I stitch while "watching" some British mystery or documentary about ancient times, or read a favorite book. I am re-reading "A Schoolteacher in Old Alaska: The Story of Hannah Breece." I am sure someone would want to "cancel" Miss Breece today, and her book would have never been written. But I love it, not only for the lore, but because it is exceedingly interesting, especially when paired with the copious footnotes her great-neice included in the book. What an incredible saga of an older lady in the frozen frontier!

As the clock ticks on, I almost feel giddy that I can read as much as I want! When I get sleepy during my "slumber party," I doze a bit, then awaken and read some more, or even stitch a bit more, then snooze again. It is so delightful to know I can sleep and awaken naturally, with no intrusive alarm.

Do you have your alarm set to a pleasant sound, or to something that will startle you awake? I have a sweet alarm of twittering birds. 

As always, thank'ee for stopping by.

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Friday, March 19, 2021

Early Spring Blossoms Abounding

I am somber today, thinking of several new blog friends who are undergoing trials and tribulations. They are good people, and it seems so unfair that they have these burdens on them. But it is as St. Paul said: "Who can know the mind of God?" 

Some bloggers are also right in the danger area of the bad storms and tornadoes we are having. "Tornado Alley" has shifted since I was young; many in Eastern states have been in peril.

Back in autumn, I predicted a severe spring, with winter hanging on. The signs were there.

My mind is all over the place in this post. Just a little tired, I guess.

In gardening news: The bottlebrush trees that I thought were dead have poked up some little new branches from the roots. In fact, it seems all of the plants I thought were gone, are not. I gave the courtyard a good soaking when I got home from work.

The strangest garden happening is that the winecup is putting up yellow buds. These are deep magenta blooms, thus the name, winecup! What is happening, with these yellow-petalled buds? The leaves are deep green!

I hope that near or far, these blooms bring a little bit of sweetness to your day.

bright orange quince blossoms in spring

apple blossoms in spring apple blossom pink

pretty narcissus daffodils jonquils yellow and white

pretty white spring pear blossoms

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Thursday, March 18, 2021

Free Printable "Love, the Easter Bunny" Tags

Maybe someone with a little one could use a tag or two "from" the Easter Bunny. 

I am from a very large family. There were so many children that each child was able to dye only one or two eggs each. It was so disappointing if you created a "bomb" egg. That's the dull army-green/gray egg you get if you put the egg into too many colors of dye.

free printable digital easter bunny tags

As always, remember that Google Blogger compresses large files, causing them to print the wrong size or too grainy. Use this
LINK <--- to download the original-sized file from the Google cloud.

Thank'ee for stopping by.

Kind regards,

Olde Dame Holly

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Happy St. Paddy's Day

When St. Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland, I think I know where they went...

beware of snakes sign in the desert

These signs are prevalent in our parks and museum areas! This one is in front of a playground.

We always must "watch where you step" here, especially in spring when the warmth enlivens the snakes. One county over is the rattlesnake-bite capital of the world, and we have plenty here, too. Of course, they are just living their little snakey lives, so I wish them no harm!

Happy St. Pat's Day! I will wear green today for sure, begorrah! 

Monday, March 15, 2021

An Unusual Perk and Fabric Names

Oh dear, posting from home when I have a new job. I woke up sick and I am never sick with colds! Very odd! I suspect too much stress in a row, or something that is more dust-related than germ-related, because I do always get puny when we have big dust storms. I'm hoping if I rest all day I will be able to go in tomorrow. 

One of the parents at the school where I'm now working does something very nice for the students and staff. Every two weeks, he has a semi drive up to deliver big USDA "Farmers to Families" food boxes. When I interviewed, it was "box day" and they insisted I take one of the boxes home. 

food box farmers to families

It was so heavy someone carried it to my car for me.

Inside the box was a half-gallon of milk, a bag of apples, a bag of oranges, a sack of potatoes (notice some things we say are in bags and some in sacks and actually it all looks like plastic bags!), four big containers of sour cream, two big onions, a 2-pound brick of American cheese, and a five-pound bag of cooked chicken fajita strips. It all comes frozen solid, so that it will last the day before dismissal.

Well, I'm not proud, so I was happy to get this food box! I have already had a sandwich of the fajita meat and some apples. This is going to save me some  money, always good when one is on a budget. 

And speaking of sacks and bags, I would love to see more foods packaged in actual cloth bags, and see the rise of needlework again! Instead of buying dish towels, the cloth bags could be cut up and made into them. Ditto for coasters, hot pads, soap bags, braided cloth strips for rope, and more! But I think that's just a dream in this modern world. I doubt the tenets of the old home-ec classes or the modern "reduce, reuse, recycle" mantra will get much traction in the age of Walmart and Dollar Tree, and the age where homemaking has been made very difficult to choose as a career, not that I don't appreciate those stores. 

While I'm just resting today, I am going to try to make a hot-pad from a cloth sack I saved from some Christmas cookies. The cookies came in a little cloth sack, very nice heavy cotton, almost "cotton duck." Anyone else remember the names of fabrics? Satin, sateen, duck, canvas, gingham, dotted Swiss, batiste, was there hopsack? My memory is going, anyone have more?

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Spring Zephers in Weather and Work

First off, I finally finished stitching up a "mirror image" of my "Jumpin' for Joy" cross stitch chart, using  an alternate "colorway," as they say. Of course, I finished it as...another pincushion! I backed it with a woven gingham, in small black and tan checks. I don't think I'll do that again because gingham has too much "give" and it made it cattywampus. 

jumpin for joy etsy shop cross stitch themerryneedle

That sprig of juniper behind the pinkeep is from the church. The new growth froze and dried out, giving it a unique chartreuse color. The other dry sprigs I have are much darker.

jumpin for joy cross stitch chart themerryneedle

Today we had dust storms all day, with winds gusting to 50 mph, and all our warm temps went *poof*, with the low nearly freezing.

But the breeze blew in some changes. I didn't like my new job. At all. I resigned Friday morning, made some calls, had an interview at a nice school at 4:30, and was offered a teaching job on the spot, second grade. But I don't want to teach again. Not this semester, anyway. I had heard the secretary was leaving. I want to be the school secretary. I start on Monday!

Half the pay, but twice the fun! 

purple leaf plum in bloom in spring

We went to Cracker Barrel to celebrate, and since our town just went into the "yellow" zone, we could eat inside. But outside, there are several dozen purple-leafed plums blooming so I took some more photos. I'm afraid the wind is whipping off many of the petals and soon they will be bare.

close up mason jar spring plum blossoms

Hoping all my blog buddies are doing well this weekend.

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Quick Like A Bunny: Hello SpRiNg

How quickly it is happening, earlier than last year despite the harsh winter storms most of the country experienced!

Already the iris at the Gadsden Museum in "Old Mesilla" are blooming! 

purple and yellow iris bloom by the gasden museum in mesilla new mexico

Just a "quick like a bunny" hello. Oh, full time work is tough on this old bird. Dear, dear. The co-workers (61 of them) are lovely, but the work itself, oh it is awful. The nature of it is awful. They cannot keep anyone in this position, and I can see why. I will just say I have to deal with human misery every moment of the workday. And see terrible, terrible photos of injuries, hear the cries of mothers and grandmothers daily, over Zoom and speakerphones, of all things. Not a single duty is as described. Maybe if they told the nature of the job, no one would take it. 

But, onward. I had a college roommate who would say, "Onward and upward!" She thought it hilarious, I took it at face value. Onward in life, and upward towards Heaven, hopefully! 

Hope to stop by the blogs tonight. I have been coming home, skipping dinner, cleaning up, trying to play with the animals for a few minutes, and then to bed. I am exhausted by 8 p.m.! These old bones.

Kind regards,

Holly, The Merry Olde Dame 

Monday, March 8, 2021

Tales of An Old Adobe

Our city has a little neighboring village to the south, Mesilla, or as we say here, "Old Mesilla." It actually butts up against Las Cruces, but has its own governance, post office, police force, and so on. Mesilla is what I like to call a "mixed" area. It has a few million-dollar homes, many expensive homes, a wonderful tourist square anchored by San Albino Basilica (shown in an earlier post) and then what could be called shacks on a good day.

Now, that has made me think of the song "Once in a Lifetime" by the Talking Heads. One line goes, "And you may find youself living in a shotgun shack." Well, I'd LOVE to live in a little shotgun house, but a nicely finished one, thank you, not a shack.

One problem is that since most structures are very old, the place is a historic district, with strict and crazy rules. It's hard to improve homes for those on a budget, so they fall more and more into disrepair as they are passed down generation from generation. As that song then says, "Same as it ever was, same as it ever was."

The building where I worked before COVID hit has been everything from a jail to a tortilla factory and was built in the 1830's. Now it's a snotty "media" company. I had no idea, when I interviewed, that the structure DID NOT CONTAIN A BATHROOM OR ANY RUNNING WATER. Nor did it have cooling or heating, because the systems broke and the owners would not pay to repair them. 

Adobes have thick, thick walls, but thick walls are not enough when it is 105 degrees out or 30 degrees out. It was miserable, winter and summer.

Inside, the ceiling was palm fronds held in by vigas -- big pine beams. The fronds rained down stuff all the time. Dry rot, I guess. And roaches. Cockroaches. The walls were whitewashed adobe, and the floor was bricks, no mortar, just old bricks on dirt. The floor was like a topographical map, with hills and valleys, a couple of cliffs, and was very difficult to walk on. Windows were old glass beginning to sag, etched with the memories of hundreds of strong dust storms. I couldn't find what, but something was eating the adobe inside, by the corners of the windows. They would eat it, and leave tiny round balls of adobe mud. I mean tiny, tiny spheres, like non-pariels you find on candy, but even smaller. Adobe is reinforced mud, if you've forgotten. 

It was haunted, of course. The first thing I felt when I arrived there was that a back portion of the building had an unusual presence, an unhappy presence. And I'll say no more lest someone get scared. Seriously. I will save that tale for autumn. 

Some old, old structures I would love to redo as a home, but not that one. It was just too far gone inside.

Here are a couple of pictures I took of the building. I hung the ristras up when I worked there (long ropes of dried chiles). I so dreaded the outhouse, the second picture. It was just awful. Yet sometimes I would take pity on tourists, ladies of a certain age, who most urgently asked me if they could go in...even an outhouse is better than nothing! They'd often shriek, however, when a denizen of the foul room would scurry out within their line of vision. And the awful windows, very nerve-wracking in a bathroom.

old building in mesilla new mexico adobe

outhouse in old mesilla new mexico

And speaking of jobs, today was the first day of my new job, once again as a legal secretary, and I will say no more at this time! Except that I am grateful to have a job.

Anyone else ever work in a weird or haunted structure?

Kind regards,

Holly, The Merry Olde Dame

Sunday, March 7, 2021

The Plants Think It's Spring

The cactus are beginning to bud out, so I think in the desert, Spring is here. Early spring, yes. The mesquite and the pecans probably won't leaf out for six more weeks. They are very cautious trees. But everything else will be decked in new leaves and flowers by then.

prickly pear cactus in spring desert

I never wanted to live in the desert, yet I have spent the majority of my life in them, first the Sonoran desert, and now the Chihuahuan desert. Two different husbands, and both insisting on the desert! For the past 39 years, only 6 years have not been somewhere in a desert, and each husband was miserable away from it.

terra cotta horse from gardening pots at lowe's home improvement center

But we are to bloom where planted, and I love many aspects of the desert now. I love the tiny pink and white spotted geckos who live behind my outdoor front lantern, venturing out at night to grab the bugs the light attracts and hanging around on my ceilings inside to cool off during the summer days. I love the big "blue belly" lizards who zip around the yard and like to go to the birdbath for water. I love the roadrunners who stop by, as big as chickens but as fast as cheetahs. Too fast for me to get any good photos. And I love the many hummingbirds who nest in one of my mulberry trees, and have racuous "disputes" all summer long. Tiny birds, BIG voices! I love all the agriculture along the river, and our hundreds of little "ditches" you can walk along that carry the water to farms and homes in the valley. Most of all, I love the brightness of the desert. 

pretty deep blue sky above las cruces new mexico with flowering branch white flowers

I also love the age of the desert cities. There is much old architecture here. Until COVID entered the picture, I was working in an 1847 adobe building -- with no interior bathroom. Yes, it has an outhouse! Can't find my pictures, so I might go by and take a snap later.

A narrow street running though the old part of town is called the Camino Real of the interior lands - "the Royal Road." Spaniards traveled this road from Mexico City to Santa Fe 500 years ago. 

One of my favorite places to view the Adoration is San Albino Basilica, in nearby Mesilla. At night, the interior is lighted up incredibly, and the extremely intricate tall altar is "just heavenly."

san albino church mesilla new mexico at dusk

spring weeping willows in las cruces new mexico

Autumn is my favorite season, but I think spring is when the desert is at its best! So I'm enjoying the stirrings of spring. We don't have the gorgeous bulbs and beloved flowers like peonies here, but we do have our own type of beauty. 

Kind regards,

The Merry Olde Dame, Holly 

Saturday, March 6, 2021

Vaccine Success! And Free Digital Easter Tags from the 1940s and Before

It happened, suddenly! The chance to get the Johnson & Johnson COVID vaccine for my husband, aged 86 years! I had registered him with the state's Department of Health way back, and watched like a hawk for the chance to snag an appointment time for him, striking out again and again, week after week. Then, another text arrived, I was able to respond within seconds, and secured him a spot. 

There were instructions to go to the local university, to a big parking lot, at 1:30. Everything was tip-top, efficient, with many directing traffic, and even Porta-Potties! We drove up, gave his name, his "confirmation number," birthdate, and then were directed to a waiting queue. We had only been parked a few seconds when we were waved on to the area where they were giving the shots. I had both windows down, because it turned very warm today. A sweet woman came to the passenger side, and was speaking with my husband, getting him confirmed and telling him about possible side effects. He had some questions, and a nurse joined her and was speaking to him, too. I just sat, and reached for my cross stitching I had brought along to do while he got the vaccine and then the waiting period.

On my side, a nurse appeared, too, holding a syringe. She called to the other woman and said, "I'm going to go ahead." I told her, "It's for him, though, right?" She told me no, and to put my arm up, and proceeded to give me the vaccine. It was literally just seconds. 

Seconds later, the nurse gave my husband the vaccine on his side of the car, and they chalked the time we could leave on the windshield and headed for the next car. This was an event for the eldest seniors. I had a mask on and the kind of old-lady sunglasses that cover regular glasses, and I wear bangs. I guess no one could see that I wasn't quite a "senior senior" yet. My hair turned gray at age 19, so I have the right hair!

I have been worried sick that I would catch COVID and be unable to help my husband, or maybe even give him the virus. And worried sick about him, since he didn't see the real danger of COVID at 86 and with serious health problems. Now, SOLVED. 

It's like I can breathe again. I literally cried with happiness. 

I hope and pray my blog friends are innoculated or soon will be. I light a candle at church every day for that intention, that the vaccines be available to all who want them, and to keep the unvaccinated safe.

In other business, here are a few more "shabby" printable Easter tags. Maybe someone can use them! As always, since Google Blogger compresses and shrinks large graphics, use the LINK <--- from Google Drive so that the page will print correctly. I liked the sweet images from the 1940s, so I've included a few. My favorite is the lady bluebird, in her finery!

free digital printables for easter shabby chic

As always, thank'ee for stopping by.

Kind regards,

The Merry Olde Innoculated Dame, Holly

Friday, March 5, 2021

Giveaway Winner and...Shy Violets Already

Nature is so amazing. Where there was ice-blasted grass and brown soil, there is now new green and a sprinkling of early violets. These are growing near a grotto on the grounds of a former convent. I lived here once, long ago. I think these are the only violets in Las Cruces, and they grow only near the Grotto. I think they grow for Mary, Queen of Heaven. Since I lived there, the statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe was removed from the Grotto. They can remove her statue, but the very earth remembers!

spring wild violets near a grotto in las cruces new mexico

And...we have a winner! I did this old-style, with bits of paper that we put in a bag, and my husband drawing the winner. 

Sheri at Red Rose Alley, a delightful blog, congratulations! If you email me your address, I will send off your giveaway items.

This was so fun for me, that I am wondering...any of you interested in a giveaway featuring seeds? I have so many, many unusual seeds, for all climates and all skill levels. Let me know in the comments if anyone is interested in a Spring Seed Giveaway, and please, if you have any thoughts or stories about gardening from seed, tell them in the comments or even in a blog post, as your time permits. I know weekends can be busy.

See you soon, on the blogs...

Kind regards,

The Merry Olde Dame, Holly


Thursday, March 4, 2021

"Plum" Ready for Spring...

The Bradford pears and the purple-leaf plums have begun blooming in the southern desert area of New Mexico. I saw a single poppy in the rocks of my neighbor's yard, too, so the Mexican poppies, in their millions if we are lucky this year, are about to put on their sunny yellow show along the foothills of the Organ Mountains.

simple flowering plum in mason ball jar spring

I do not think the finest, most rare blossoms placed in a costly vase can outshine the beauty of a plum branch in a Ball jar in March, although both bouquets would be lovely! 

Now, who is it who has a blog header with a glass "frog" holding all her embroidery scissors? I cannot recall, but I enjoy the blog. But do any of you remember when "frogs" to hold cut flowers were common? I have my mother's frog, and I am thankful for that. It's a simple piece of clear glass, with cone-shaped holes to hold stems in a circular, arched pattern, and hers is chipped here and there. But to me, it is precious. 

Don't forget to enter the giveaway with a comment on this post or the previous post! I remembered I had bought a little packet of funny round carrots as part of the prize, so here is an updated photo.

As always, thank'ee for stopping by! Any signs of spring where you are? I would love to hear.

Kind regards,

The Merry Olde Dame, Holly