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Who Knew? My Clematis turned into Morning Glories.

September 30th, 2008 | Category: Musings by Sharon,Thinking Out Loud.

Good Morning my Friends. How are you this glorious yet thunderous morning?

I have a few days off before going out there and making some cash so I’m feeling mighty creative and what better way to get creative then on my blog.

So I have to tell you our front porch has been taken over by……Morning Glories. My sister was right. They weren’t Clematis.

Remember my blog about the Clematis? I really thought they were. Obviously not the greenest thumb at the fair.

This quote describes my gardening abilities (I know bad Taurus):

“I have a rock garden. Last week three of them died.”~ Richard Diran

Notwithstanding all that I wanted to show you how beautiful my “Morning Glories” are. I really didn’t have to do anything they just grew like crazy. They are all different colours too.

It got me thinking you know. Next door to us we have a bit of an “odd” neighbour . (I’m sure they are saying the same thing.) They took out their cedars and put these things that look like an old stick fort from many moons ago. They said to us as they were hacking the poor cedars down and making big gaping holes that our dogs were planning their escape with that they were putting up these “fort sticks” and they would be a beautiful live fence in no time. I think they said 3 weeks or 3 months. I can’t remember. I know Bobby wrote it on the calendar for fun. Well we plugged up all the holes so our dogs couldn’t run amuck and watched and watched and nothing happened.

The funny part is that me who couldn’t grow anything if my life depended on it planted these morning glory seeds, thinking they were Clematis and they grew everywhere. Twisting and turning in a glorious fashion like they do. If you ever get thinking about God’s existence just watch them grow. They will provide the proof you need.

I couldn’t help but think why didn’t they just plant morning glory seeds around these “fort sticks”? It would have been breathtakingly beautiful.

I’m not saying the “fort sticks” weren’t supposed to be beautiful but something totally backfired. All I can say is I hope they came with a guarantee and I hope they left a sacred offering when they hacked out all the cedars.

Here’s a lovely quote for you

“A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.” Walt Whitman

Until we Meet Again, Sharon


Zen and the Art of Kitty Litter

September 27th, 2008 | Category: Musings by Sharon,Thinking Out Loud.

Hello dear Friends.

I got your attention didn’t I. As you know the strangest things amuse me.

I have been spending time with my grand cats and I am so fascinated with the whole kitty litter ritual.

I asked my Friend Kaleigh if she thought a blog on “Kiddy” litter would be too out there. She said it would be really “out there” if you wrote “Kiddy” instead of “Kitty”. Oops.

Here’s a few of the strange things I have observed while watching the cats with the kitty litter:

* cats don’t like the litter to be even it must have foot prints;

* cats find it fun just to sit in there either alone or they join each other for a social event and smooch, or is it clean each other, not sure, looks like smooching;

*cats must “use” clean kitty litter immediately;

* cats must smell their “droppings” after;

*cats like to dig in there; my friend Kaleigh says to her cats what are you doing digging for China?;

I could go on and on.

What I do is every time I go visit the cats I clean the litter. I don’t remember changing the litter hourly when having cats when I was younger and I really don’t remember it being so easy. I just remember this awful amonia smell from the litter. Times have changed.

So I clean the litter while sitting with them with this little plastic tool I bought.

This leads to both the cats having to take their turn and messing it up by using it immediately. I then do it all over again and this goes on until I finally give up and/or end my visit with them.

I find it strange that they try and use the carpet outside the box to cover their “droppings” or the hard plastic on the side of the box. Obviously not the sharpest tools in the shed as my friend Terry would say.

I just know for sure that after I go they get on the cat phone and call their friends on speaker cat phone. Here’s how the conversation goes:

“You should have seen the old broad she was digging in there like she was panning for gold. We got her to go in almost 5 times we just couldn’t produce any more to make her do it again. What is the record anyway? Then, get this, she has to smooth out the litter like she’s making a Zen sand garden or the potato on sheppard’s pie. We can’t wait until she’s finished with her perfection to jump in and do our best. We’re saving up for next time we’re sure we can beat the record.”

Today’s quote is from a t-shirt on cafe press:

“What happens in the litter box stays in the Litter Box.”

Until we meet again, Sharon

P.S. I promise I’ll think of a better subject next time.