It might as well be spring..

Not so shrinking Violet and Late-blooming Dahlias, Schenevus version.

Delayed Dahlias

For the kids to enter in the Schaghticoke Fair, there must be 3 blooms.  Last year there were none and this year at Fair time there were exactly 3 in bloom.  They did win First Place and there were competitors.  But then nothing--until now. So I guess I'll try to remember to dig them up again this year, and see who survives who.

The Fall

I have one large tomato plant.  I thought the leaves were being stripped by chipmunks, but  today I see this tomato hornworm. I've seen them before, a long time ago, but this one is huge, it seems to me.

Pumpkin Spice Redux

    With all the chatter about the prevalence of pumpkin spice, I remembered  that when I baked a pumpkin pie last Thanksgiving, I added to the filling a packet of Pumpkin Spice, a favor from Krystal and Danny's wedding. I found out later the packet was Pumpkin Spice Tea.  But the pie tasted good.

In Dreams

      Dave was late and we began to wonder what was keeping him, so I drove over to the school, where we thought he was hitting golf balls.  As I drove into the parking lot, he was just leaving, so I went to turn my  car around.  But I was unable to see out the windows, front or side.  Either the windows were fogged up or, worse I thought, it was my eyes that were foggy.  I started to worry, but as Dave drove by, he rolled down his window and told me I was driving on the lawn. At that, the fog lifted and I was able to see to drive home.
      I needed to go back though later, because I had to pick up the things in my classroom, as the session was ending; at least for me it was.  I found my things, a large beach umbrella and an American flag, both large-sized items.  I thought they would probably be thrown away if I left them there.
      I brought the items down to  the office to check them out.  The office looked just as it always had, years ago. The office workers there the same, several people.  But before I went into  the office, I found myself rubbing my forehead, trying to remove the red splotch I knew was there, because I had fallen asleep at the computer with my head on the desk. I didn't want to appear injured or disfigured.  I brought the smaller item, the flag, out to my car, but left the umbrella there, thinking I could either  store it there until next session or else bring it home later.
         I never did find out what became of the umbrella though, because I woke up sitting at the computer with my forehead on the wooden desk. Undoubtedly if I'd checked in the mirror, I would have seen a red splotch.  But I didn't look.

Dr. Oz....

...is either a total wuss or else he has led a charmed life with complete avoidance of stress.  But how can that be since he is a surgeon?  Today he filmed a segment  of his going to Motor Vehicle to renew his driver's license, while monitoring his blood pressure, as he knew it would be elevated. It was.  He can't stand the waiting. Everybody was nice, he reported, and his wife was with him.
    If I were his doctor, I would recommend he seek treatment for labile blood pressure.  That, as I have been told, is also important to control. But then, nobody listens to me---ever.

"This old house...

....once knew my children.  This old house once knew..."
     With credit to Stuart Hamblen, who wrote not just of the physical house, but also the mortal house: 
Moved in:  May '69: Newly married  with a newborn baby-3 people
                   Two more kids, 1970 and1977----------------------5 people
                   Kids left in the 80's and 90's, now only --------- 2 people
                   August 2, 2017---------------------------------------1