Well, ok I guess..I think the motto of the Official FenceSitters is due to their Fence Sitting they simply try to attach themselves to as many cliques as possible..then again maybe not. I’m not sure that motto is really that Official.
..this trivially significant honor. I seem to have reversed the order of posts in the reply but I’m thinking it won’t really matter to serious sitters.
I have a terrible secret that will keep from ever getting to join your clique — I am stubborn and opinionated and can only make pretense of fence-sitting.
No prob. See! But, hey, it’s your call. Maybe you could just climb up for a chat every once in a while… Listen to some of rumi’s great puns, share some of Manny’s chocolate cheesecake (that’s how we secured CI, you see). (But, <whispering> he only serves teeny, tiny slices…) :o)
ha!…I used to hate getting the ‘definite maybe’ answer when I was a kid. I’d ask and ask until I ultimately pissed them off and got a very loud ‘NO!’ so I must have learned the value of being noncommittal at a young age.
I am a product of my own poor judgement so the fewer decisions I actually make, the better off I am. This one is easy. I’d be a fool to ‘picket’ apart or ‘rail’ against the fencers.
Rumi … very punny. I love punny people. A definite plus for the Fence Sitter Club. (Seeing as how we’re just, you know, sitting there… good puns and jokes help!)
(But, your comment made more sense when I read the second part of it.)
The scary part is that’s how my normal thought process works. The first doesn’t make sense until later but by that time I may have been distracted by another random detail turned inspiration that evolves into a completely new train of creativity.
It’s like riding a roller coaster through a thesaurus. I have to remind myself to keep all extremities inside the car for my own safety.
My serious fence sitting is a result of being able to see so many factors and possibilities in a situation. I could take any side of an argument (within reason) and present evidence I felt was honest and important to the issue. Other times I see fence sitting as an awareness of individual’s rights to be who they are or my responsibility to not infringe on their right to be what I disagree with…;)…let’s hope I makes sense at some point, eh?
The way my brain circuits work is called attention deficient by some but I prefer the more accurate, detail sensitive
Speaking of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’..one of my favorite songs-anyone know how many damn times that’s been recorded. Not a trick question as I don’t know the answer and my mind seems to be running to trivial pursuits today such as fence sitting, cheesecake, bonfires and so on.
Oh sorry, the phone rang here at work. I was trying to give out 4’s and when it would refresh it wasn’t doing it. Seems to be working now. Probably just the cold freezing 4’s in mid air…lol
That’s an interesting question, and I don’t know how you’d research it. I know there are anecdotal reportings on how many times certain very popular songs (like Paul McCartney’s Michelle or W. C. Handy’s St. Louis Blues) have been recorded, but I have no way to verify them.
Actually the only reason I’m replying to this is, I heard a version of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” yesterday that was both coy and steamy. I don’t know who the singers were, though. I thought the male sounded like Brook Benton, but an admittedly brief Google search doesn’t indicate that he ever recorded the song. I suppose it could have been Vanessa Williams and Bobby Caldwell (one of the most likely results of the search), but I wouldn’t know either of their voices.
I’m trying to post Julie Smith’s letter from kansas’s diary to my blog and I’m going through the list to lawmakers and making the web addresses actual clickable links. I’d like to do the same with the email addresses but I don’t know how to do it – you know, so that it opens up a new message in your email app with the “To” line already filled in. Any of our gurus around?
And btw, if there’s any chance you haven’t read the diary yet (unlikely, I know), we have work to do . . . .
72 degrees F. by back porch thermometer. But I’m wearing sweats. And the windows are open.
Boy, do I need a stiff drink. Power lost here around 1:00 PM due to blown transformer and not back on until 4:45. What happened while I was “away”? Poor person burned alive in a trailer fire; poor guy shot by FMs at MIA bomb-scare; it was raining with 25 knot wind gusts.
Double bourbon on the rocks should make me feel a’right. Gonna keep away from those newspapers on that table over there — don’t wanna know. Besides, it’s too close to the stove.
We will have 6 to 10 inches of snow (according to weather genius Gary Lezak) by 6am.
And at work they sent out an email to all staff today saying that anyone who calls in sick on an inclement weather day has to have a doctor’s note verifying their illness.
I live on a circle, so it should be quite a challenge to even get to a plowed road.
And all for a half-days work. Since I’ve been approved for 4 hours vacation.
I don’t hate you anymore, Limelite. Thanks for listening in spite of my bad humor.
After Hurricane Season ’05, I think all references to Florida as paradise should be suspended indefinitely, along with the practice of referring to the locals as weather wimps.
Having had to go to Florida several times in July and August, I’d say that people who can survive that ugly combination of high heat and high humidity should not be called wimps. As far I’m concerned, that combination i a lot worse than cold weather.
Now we’ve got buckets of rain, horrible heat and humidity, and hurricanes. So not only are you not a weather wimp but you aren’t going to work for the Florida tourist bureau, either.
It’s a great excuse to drink hot cocktails and cuddle under the covers with someone you dig, though. 😉
More seriously, I recently found out that an old and dear friend lost her dad in a post-Wilma related tragedy, so as a former local (born & raised) I’m just feeling kinda freaked out about what’s been going on down there on a more personal level the past few days. Sorry if my tone seemed odd from my usual one, which I’m sure it did.
So now Daddy will get lots of exercise chasing Andrew around. And then when you get home Andrew will be all tuckered out and just want to snuggle with you. Right?
Hah! You have discovered my nefarious plot to bond with the boy!
What is cool is that he has taken to following us when one of us steps out of the room. This past weekend, Andrew even cried once when I went I left the room. This may sound crazy, but those are huge steps to solid attachment.
He has even started to give kisses on a fairly regular basis.
Absolutely endearing at first but when the college started cutting his grade for being late all the time, I had to put an end to it. Hey, at what age should that stop, anyway?
I set a goal to capture the flowers on my rosemary herbs tonight… just did it. So, here’s what they look like. I’ve never seen rosemary flower (the verb) before. At first I thought it was some weird fungus!
Beautiful photos and beautiful flowers. If I had a digicam, I’d show you my rosemary, which looks beautiful, standing in solitude surrounded by the snow-covered garden.
Hello CookTing! Since you can’t give us a visual, would you give us s’more verbal details? B/c it does sound beautiful…
Do you cover it if it stays outside?
How big does it grow?
Do you cook with it?
Don’t you just love the aroma?
And, of course the most important for me tonight: have you ever seen it flower??? :o)
Your pics were the first I’d seen of its flower. It’s not potted, and I should’ve picked more of it before the snow came, but I got caught off guard. In the summer, it was nestled between the parseleys, who are now gone. As is the basil, which was the basis for the finest pesto I’ve ever made. Okay, well, it was the only pesto I’ve ever made, but it was delicious. Rosemary often goes in the scrambled eggs, and is a must with chicken. 🙂
Do you mind if I ask how you’re growing rosemary? I’m having absolutely no luck in a terra cotta pot indoors. My rosemary plant is a sad, spindly, weak-looking girl.
I think it’s about 25% hardiness of individual plant, 25% location (ie, window face), and 45% luck. Oh, and 5% is me watering and cooing and picking at it. :o) This is the first time I’ve had a good experience w/ it. Other years they got spindly and brittle, and eventually all the leaves fell off.
This time, I got 2 really good plants about 12-14″ tall; nice and bushy. They’re in plastic pots – thought about re-potting them as they’re ugly, but don’t want to upset their mini-ecosystem. (Terra cotta tends to suck moisture out of the dirt.) They get quite a bit of light: all day diffuse, full sun during late afternoon. The one thing that has made the most impact I think, is to water it daily. I give it a good dose every morning, and this has stopped the leaves from getting brittle. To be honest, the plants are less bushy then they were in the summer, BUT! I can cut stems to cook with a couple times a week and it doesn’t strip the plant bare! In fact, new growth seems to pop up. And now it’s flowering.
Really, I think it has the most to do with the size of the plant to start off with. And the water. Daily.
That is very helpful, thank you. I’d chosen terra cotta specifically because folks kept telling me rosemary “hates wet feet” so I wanted something that would let her dry out between waterings, but I think that not enough water might be the bulk of the problem. I actually move the plant around to get her enough light, which she may not be crazy about either, but my other plants seem to like that. Also, I’ve been growing from seed so maybe I just screwed up in the beginning and then couldn’t make things right enough to recover.
This year has been my first foray into indoor gardening, and I’ve not done much outdoors either so I’m learning everything on the fly. Love it so far. And there’s much cooing at my place, too. I know I shouldn’t say this in here because I’ll be relentlessly teased for my softheartedness, but I have actually named all my plants. 🙂
Thanks again for the tips, excellent all, and the photos, which are always gorgeous.
A good hint was your use of the pronoun, her! After that it doesn’t surprise me at all that ‘she’ has a name! :o)
I don’t think moving her would be a problem… Might be the water. I know that this year I decided to water it whenever it felt even slightly dry — assuming that dry earth = eventually dry leaves which would fall off. Ended up needing water every day to keep it moist, so that is what I’ve continued doing. And the pots drain well, so the roots aren’t sitting in water.
And if you’re growing from seeds, then my hat is off to you! That is not easy to do.
could I have nice mug of warm cider? It’s been a looong day. Went to lacrosse signups tonight, and saw my son’s best buddy and his parents there. Their 10-year-old dauhter has B-cell lymphoma, and just came home last night after spending the better part of 2 months in the hospital. “She’s only home for a little while, but at least she’s home,” they said.
Being familiar with lymphoma treatment, I know things don’t look good (especially because it’s an adult cancer in a child). And this little girl is so sweet! She has been in my younger son’s class, and right before she got sick, she spent an entire Sunday trotting around the neighborhood with all the boys, selling lemonade to collect money for people hurt by Katrina.
Thanks. The dad and brother had both their heads shaved…I’m guessing so they can match her hair. It’s so sad. And like you said, you want to say something that would make it better, and all you can really say is, “We’ve been thinking about all of you alot lately.”
And now I have to write up a case for my oncology class. And I don’t feel like it.
</melancholy mood>
My oldest cousin died of lymph-gland cancer (Hodgkin’s Disease) at 16. She was diagnosed when she was 12, after a full year of being miss-diagnosed.
It was a horrible thing for us all. But the adults (her parents, my parents & the other Aunts & Uncles) somehow really rallied for the situation and we had family gatherings nearly every weekend. Trying to keep things as nice and normal for her as long as possible.
It was after she died that they cracked. It was as if they kept it together as long as they could & just stopped functioning after that.
I think part of what bothers me so much is knowing how their whole family will be affected by this. My older brother died when I was 23, and none of us have ever been the same. And these kids are so much younger.
I’m so sorry your cousin was misdiagnosed. One thing I have learned is that it is CRITICAL to have an experienced pathologist (one who sees a lot of lymphomas) looking at your lab results for diagnosis. Sometimes mononucleosis and lymphoma can look similar, with disastrous results.
Your brother, I’m very sorry — I can’t imagine losing one of my siblings. You know much more than I do then, the kind of attention the other kids might be craving.
About the diagnosis issue, you’re absolutely right. A very weird thing is that 20 years later that cousins youngest brother noticed symptoms that he thought suspicious. So he went straight to Standford (rather than Kaiser) and got a very early diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Disease. Which was easily cured.
It’s not even the attention thing, but the loss of someone who shares your history, your genetic makeup, who knows how to push your buttons and tick you off and who knows who you really are.
It’s weird how Hodgkins runs in families like that. I know quite a few siblings who both had it.
Greetings to everyone. Its 10:00am East African time. We are now 8-hours ahead of you. I wanted to share this with you. How long must one do exercises in a day to keep fit and in good health?
Lincoln Joel Nsubuga. lincolnjoel@yahoo.com
Good thing I’m not a designated commenter…hey is that another clique?
Well, ok I guess..I think the motto of the Official FenceSitters is due to their Fence Sitting they simply try to attach themselves to as many cliques as possible..then again maybe not. I’m not sure that motto is really that Official.
How’s this for the opposite of Official Motto:
I used to have an open mind but my brains kept falling out.
That one is great
some alternates to consider, or not.
Leadership through indifference and apathy as none really care to decide.
Fence sitters know that the grass is always greener, over there.
Yeah,…whatever.
You wanna join the Fence Sitters clique? You’ve got the right attitude! What do you say CI?
I like the ‘grass is greener’ one…
Oh most definitely-ok maybe not definitely but yeah I think so.
..this trivially significant honor. I seem to have reversed the order of posts in the reply but I’m thinking it won’t really matter to serious sitters.
I’m in, or on.
Thank you for…
I take that as a yes AND a no.
;^)
Wouldn’t the only acceptable answer for a fence-sitter be “maybe”?
Oh wait, wouldn’t the only acceptable answer to my question be “maybe”?
Oh wait …
You wanna join the Fence Sitters club? You seem to have the right attitude! lol 😛
I have a terrible secret that will keep from ever getting to join your clique — I am stubborn and opinionated and can only make pretense of fence-sitting.
No prob. See! But, hey, it’s your call. Maybe you could just climb up for a chat every once in a while… Listen to some of rumi’s great puns, share some of Manny’s chocolate cheesecake (that’s how we secured CI, you see). (But, <whispering> he only serves teeny, tiny slices…) :o)
hmmm,….probably.
ha!…I used to hate getting the ‘definite maybe’ answer when I was a kid. I’d ask and ask until I ultimately pissed them off and got a very loud ‘NO!’ so I must have learned the value of being noncommittal at a young age.
I am a product of my own poor judgement so the fewer decisions I actually make, the better off I am. This one is easy. I’d be a fool to ‘picket’ apart or ‘rail’ against the fencers.
Rumi … very punny. I love punny people. A definite plus for the Fence Sitter Club. (Seeing as how we’re just, you know, sitting there… good puns and jokes help!)
(But, your comment made more sense when I read the second part of it.)
The scary part is that’s how my normal thought process works. The first doesn’t make sense until later but by that time I may have been distracted by another random detail turned inspiration that evolves into a completely new train of creativity.
It’s like riding a roller coaster through a thesaurus. I have to remind myself to keep all extremities inside the car for my own safety.
😉
It’s like riding a roller coaster through a thesaurus.
That’s a good one. I like that.
So… does that mean you’re not really a fence-sitter, but more of a distracted individual?
I love distracted individuals! No prob. :o)
My serious fence sitting is a result of being able to see so many factors and possibilities in a situation. I could take any side of an argument (within reason) and present evidence I felt was honest and important to the issue. Other times I see fence sitting as an awareness of individual’s rights to be who they are or my responsibility to not infringe on their right to be what I disagree with…;)…let’s hope I makes sense at some point, eh?
The way my brain circuits work is called attention deficient by some but I prefer the more accurate, detail sensitive
Now,…what was your question again?
Burrowing in blankets? Dog snuggling? Hot flashes? Things we can’t talk about in front of the Cabin Boys?
All of the above. Nothing like a 70 lbs. basset to keep you warm.
Oh boy can’t wait til I can get home and curl up by my stove. We have our seasonal tree up and stocking hung by the chimney with care.
There is nothing quite as toasty as woodstove heat. I think it’s because it doesn’t need a fan to move it — it just sort of envelops you.
Speaking of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’..one of my favorite songs-anyone know how many damn times that’s been recorded. Not a trick question as I don’t know the answer and my mind seems to be running to trivial pursuits today such as fence sitting, cheesecake, bonfires and so on.
Ok my rating thingy isn’t working…I’m trying to pass out 4’s here
I’m still not sure if mine works or if I’m using it properly. I keep on keeping on anyway.
I gave you a 4. Let’s see if it shows up.
Is that what’s happening as in a hip greeting or as in what in the hell is happening here?
I didn’t see a rating from you on that comment.
Did you really try to rate the comment? I wonder what’s happening?
Hiya Katie,
Let’s see if it works here on your’s. I gave you a 3.75 so it would stand out.
😉
ColoDem, could you explain in some more detail what happens when you try to give 4’s?
Oh sorry, the phone rang here at work. I was trying to give out 4’s and when it would refresh it wasn’t doing it. Seems to be working now. Probably just the cold freezing 4’s in mid air…lol
is my favorite kind 😉
Mmmmmmmmmmm…cheesecake….that is what my hubby makes me every year for my birthday a big 10 lb cheesecake.
That’s an interesting question, and I don’t know how you’d research it. I know there are anecdotal reportings on how many times certain very popular songs (like Paul McCartney’s Michelle or W. C. Handy’s St. Louis Blues) have been recorded, but I have no way to verify them.
Actually the only reason I’m replying to this is, I heard a version of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” yesterday that was both coy and steamy. I don’t know who the singers were, though. I thought the male sounded like Brook Benton, but an admittedly brief Google search doesn’t indicate that he ever recorded the song. I suppose it could have been Vanessa Williams and Bobby Caldwell (one of the most likely results of the search), but I wouldn’t know either of their voices.
for finding out all kinds music stuff is All Music Guide
It came up with 311 occurrences of Baby It’s Cold Outside.
Wow, am really glad I asked that question…that is a cool site. Thanks for the link.
Oh yeah, it is an excellent time waster.
Their reviews are pretty good, too.
It couldn’t find the intriguingly-titled jig: “My Wife’s a Wanton Wee Thing.”
I’m trying to post Julie Smith’s letter from kansas’s diary to my blog and I’m going through the list to lawmakers and making the web addresses actual clickable links. I’d like to do the same with the email addresses but I don’t know how to do it – you know, so that it opens up a new message in your email app with the “To” line already filled in. Any of our gurus around?
And btw, if there’s any chance you haven’t read the diary yet (unlikely, I know), we have work to do . . . .
Bless you. Somebody else will have to answer your question, though.
Here an example of the code:
<a href=”mailto:nussleia@mail.house.gov”>nussleia@mail.house.gov</a>
it works! Thanks, Andi. A new toy in my html bag . . . . Off to hit the blogspot “edit” button and do some more work on it.
I still haven’t bought brandy. So, I think I’m still stuck with warm vanilla-milk. But, it’s skim.
Would I be bad if I really, really drank it?
72 degrees F. by back porch thermometer. But I’m wearing sweats. And the windows are open.
Boy, do I need a stiff drink. Power lost here around 1:00 PM due to blown transformer and not back on until 4:45. What happened while I was “away”? Poor person burned alive in a trailer fire; poor guy shot by FMs at MIA bomb-scare; it was raining with 25 knot wind gusts.
Double bourbon on the rocks should make me feel a’right. Gonna keep away from those newspapers on that table over there — don’t wanna know. Besides, it’s too close to the stove.
I hate you. Is that bad?
We will have 6 to 10 inches of snow (according to weather genius Gary Lezak) by 6am.
And at work they sent out an email to all staff today saying that anyone who calls in sick on an inclement weather day has to have a doctor’s note verifying their illness.
I live on a circle, so it should be quite a challenge to even get to a plowed road.
And all for a half-days work. Since I’ve been approved for 4 hours vacation.
I don’t hate you anymore, Limelite. Thanks for listening in spite of my bad humor.
Charming personnel policies they have — no wonder you are thinking about early retirement.
So what happens if you call in and say you are stuck and waiting for a tow truck and the tow truck doesn’t get there before you’d be on vacation?
We’re all welcome to leave-without-pay. For that we can be thankful, I guess.
Fulminating envy is one thing us weather wimps can deal with. Besides, I’ve had my drink.
After Hurricane Season ’05, I think all references to Florida as paradise should be suspended indefinitely, along with the practice of referring to the locals as weather wimps.
I acknowledge that we sometimes experience Trouble in Paradise. Remember good ol’ Don’t Be My Neighbor and its sequel, Tornado Wilma?
That’s why I refer to the time period between 11/30 and 6/1 as the Interim Hurricane Season.
I respectfully request permission to still regard myself as a weather wimp. Cold hurts!
Having had to go to Florida several times in July and August, I’d say that people who can survive that ugly combination of high heat and high humidity should not be called wimps. As far I’m concerned, that combination i a lot worse than cold weather.
Come in June — wettest month of rainy season. I mean EVERY day. Buckets. Plus hurricanes, maybe.
And in September — wettest month of rainy season. I mean EVERY day. Buckets. Plus hurricanes, FOR SURE.
Now we’ve got buckets of rain, horrible heat and humidity, and hurricanes. So not only are you not a weather wimp but you aren’t going to work for the Florida tourist bureau, either.
Florida tourism campaign photos below.
Cold hurts!
It’s a great excuse to drink hot cocktails and cuddle under the covers with someone you dig, though. 😉
More seriously, I recently found out that an old and dear friend lost her dad in a post-Wilma related tragedy, so as a former local (born & raised) I’m just feeling kinda freaked out about what’s been going on down there on a more personal level the past few days. Sorry if my tone seemed odd from my usual one, which I’m sure it did.
Cleanin’ out the mail box
Bush the Post Turtle
Got to get the fire goin’…it’s a balmy 5° here….BRRRRRRRRR
Later
You didn’t alter this little item found in my home state back in ’03.
We’d all think we were drunk.
When will you people stop posting pictures of ManEgee’s body parts!
is it? And what is its name? Man__ . . . what?
got this much attention in real life
Affix tin hat and grin before clicking: “Bush Blames Increase in Multiheaded Animals on Gay Marriages”.
Then there’s the French Ideal (aka “The Tickly Trio”) also beloved of, ahem, certain BooTribbers.
Hugs and kisses to all of my fellow pollywogs!
we can offer you the cafe’s official drink, the Dirty Marmotini.
>>>slurp<<<
Good evening everyone. Hot toddies indeed. It’s going down to around 2 tonight.
The time has come to put up the baby gates. Andrew will be walking any moment. Man, that was fast.
So now Daddy will get lots of exercise chasing Andrew around. And then when you get home Andrew will be all tuckered out and just want to snuggle with you. Right?
Hah! You have discovered my nefarious plot to bond with the boy!
What is cool is that he has taken to following us when one of us steps out of the room. This past weekend, Andrew even cried once when I went I left the room. This may sound crazy, but those are huge steps to solid attachment.
He has even started to give kisses on a fairly regular basis.
Yea us!
That really great — before you know it you’ll be at the stage where he wraps himself around your legs so you can’t take a step.
That comes with debilitating guilt about going to work, right? I can’t wait 🙂
Ahh, the heart wrenching feeling of peeling your sobbing child off your leg and driving off to work… 🙂
and now reminding the boys that they used to do this will get a big ole “Mmmmoooooommmmm”
What makes you think they’ve stopped? 😉
Absolutely endearing at first but when the college started cutting his grade for being late all the time, I had to put an end to it. Hey, at what age should that stop, anyway?
I set a goal to capture the flowers on my rosemary herbs tonight… just did it. So, here’s what they look like. I’ve never seen rosemary flower (the verb) before. At first I thought it was some weird fungus!
Rosemary flowers, taken 12.07.2005 view large
Rosemary flower up close, taken 12.07.2005 view large
Beautiful photos and beautiful flowers. If I had a digicam, I’d show you my rosemary, which looks beautiful, standing in solitude surrounded by the snow-covered garden.
Hello CookTing! Since you can’t give us a visual, would you give us s’more verbal details? B/c it does sound beautiful…
Do you cover it if it stays outside?
How big does it grow?
Do you cook with it?
Don’t you just love the aroma?
And, of course the most important for me tonight: have you ever seen it flower??? :o)
Your pics were the first I’d seen of its flower. It’s not potted, and I should’ve picked more of it before the snow came, but I got caught off guard. In the summer, it was nestled between the parseleys, who are now gone. As is the basil, which was the basis for the finest pesto I’ve ever made. Okay, well, it was the only pesto I’ve ever made, but it was delicious. Rosemary often goes in the scrambled eggs, and is a must with chicken. 🙂
Love basil, and your homemade pesto sounds wonderful!
I’ll bring mine over on Friday for you to borrow.
As the french say, “clique, clique”. I can’t wait.
No fence sitting here — those are very cool pictures.
Something about the way you’ve shot them makes me feel like they are in a rain forest or jungle — there’s just a very lush feel to the images.
How are you feeling? I hope you get better soon!
Doing better — fever and achy joints are gone and it’s pretty much down to coughing and a slightly sore throat.
Sometimes I find this more desirable than the sore throat stage… ((((Andi))))
Thanks for the sympathy. But are you sure you aren’t on the fence about that choice between aches and pains?
I did say sometimes!
Very pretty, as always.
Do you mind if I ask how you’re growing rosemary? I’m having absolutely no luck in a terra cotta pot indoors. My rosemary plant is a sad, spindly, weak-looking girl.
I think it’s about 25% hardiness of individual plant, 25% location (ie, window face), and 45% luck. Oh, and 5% is me watering and cooing and picking at it. :o) This is the first time I’ve had a good experience w/ it. Other years they got spindly and brittle, and eventually all the leaves fell off.
This time, I got 2 really good plants about 12-14″ tall; nice and bushy. They’re in plastic pots – thought about re-potting them as they’re ugly, but don’t want to upset their mini-ecosystem. (Terra cotta tends to suck moisture out of the dirt.) They get quite a bit of light: all day diffuse, full sun during late afternoon. The one thing that has made the most impact I think, is to water it daily. I give it a good dose every morning, and this has stopped the leaves from getting brittle. To be honest, the plants are less bushy then they were in the summer, BUT! I can cut stems to cook with a couple times a week and it doesn’t strip the plant bare! In fact, new growth seems to pop up. And now it’s flowering.
Really, I think it has the most to do with the size of the plant to start off with. And the water. Daily.
That is very helpful, thank you. I’d chosen terra cotta specifically because folks kept telling me rosemary “hates wet feet” so I wanted something that would let her dry out between waterings, but I think that not enough water might be the bulk of the problem. I actually move the plant around to get her enough light, which she may not be crazy about either, but my other plants seem to like that. Also, I’ve been growing from seed so maybe I just screwed up in the beginning and then couldn’t make things right enough to recover.
This year has been my first foray into indoor gardening, and I’ve not done much outdoors either so I’m learning everything on the fly. Love it so far. And there’s much cooing at my place, too. I know I shouldn’t say this in here because I’ll be relentlessly teased for my softheartedness, but I have actually named all my plants. 🙂
Thanks again for the tips, excellent all, and the photos, which are always gorgeous.
A good hint was your use of the pronoun, her! After that it doesn’t surprise me at all that ‘she’ has a name! :o)
I don’t think moving her would be a problem… Might be the water. I know that this year I decided to water it whenever it felt even slightly dry — assuming that dry earth = eventually dry leaves which would fall off. Ended up needing water every day to keep it moist, so that is what I’ve continued doing. And the pots drain well, so the roots aren’t sitting in water.
And if you’re growing from seeds, then my hat is off to you! That is not easy to do.
Beautiful photos.
I can’t resist the urge to ask how you find thyme for all of this.
You’re good, rumi – very good! lol
Good morning.
It’s still cold outside and snow is on the way.
could I have nice mug of warm cider? It’s been a looong day. Went to lacrosse signups tonight, and saw my son’s best buddy and his parents there. Their 10-year-old dauhter has B-cell lymphoma, and just came home last night after spending the better part of 2 months in the hospital. “She’s only home for a little while, but at least she’s home,” they said.
Being familiar with lymphoma treatment, I know things don’t look good (especially because it’s an adult cancer in a child). And this little girl is so sweet! She has been in my younger son’s class, and right before she got sick, she spent an entire Sunday trotting around the neighborhood with all the boys, selling lemonade to collect money for people hurt by Katrina.
I can’t imagine what they are going through.
That is so sad. There’s just nothing to say that can make it any better.
To cheer you up, here’s some fence-sitter cider — not too hot, not too cold.
Thanks. The dad and brother had both their heads shaved…I’m guessing so they can match her hair. It’s so sad. And like you said, you want to say something that would make it better, and all you can really say is, “We’ve been thinking about all of you alot lately.”
And now I have to write up a case for my oncology class. And I don’t feel like it.
</melancholy mood>
Sometimes you are just going to feel sad and there’s nothing wrong with that.
When I get in that kind of mood I like to put on a piece of really involving music and just lose myself in it.
It sounds like you are doing the best thing you can in being a loving supporting friend for them.
That is sad. Have a warm hug to go along with Andi’s cider.
(((((((CG)))))))
My oldest cousin died of lymph-gland cancer (Hodgkin’s Disease) at 16. She was diagnosed when she was 12, after a full year of being miss-diagnosed.
It was a horrible thing for us all. But the adults (her parents, my parents & the other Aunts & Uncles) somehow really rallied for the situation and we had family gatherings nearly every weekend. Trying to keep things as nice and normal for her as long as possible.
It was after she died that they cracked. It was as if they kept it together as long as they could & just stopped functioning after that.
I think part of what bothers me so much is knowing how their whole family will be affected by this. My older brother died when I was 23, and none of us have ever been the same. And these kids are so much younger.
I’m so sorry your cousin was misdiagnosed. One thing I have learned is that it is CRITICAL to have an experienced pathologist (one who sees a lot of lymphomas) looking at your lab results for diagnosis. Sometimes mononucleosis and lymphoma can look similar, with disastrous results.
Your brother, I’m very sorry — I can’t imagine losing one of my siblings. You know much more than I do then, the kind of attention the other kids might be craving.
About the diagnosis issue, you’re absolutely right. A very weird thing is that 20 years later that cousins youngest brother noticed symptoms that he thought suspicious. So he went straight to Standford (rather than Kaiser) and got a very early diagnosis of Hodgkin’s Disease. Which was easily cured.
It’s not even the attention thing, but the loss of someone who shares your history, your genetic makeup, who knows how to push your buttons and tick you off and who knows who you really are.
It’s weird how Hodgkins runs in families like that. I know quite a few siblings who both had it.
Thanks katiebird. and goodnight!
I’m about to head to bed. Do you all want to commenting in this cafe or should I open a new one?
I should have known you guys wouldn’t vote.
Well now you’ll have to decide. I’ve opened a new cafe here so you can keep going here or move to it.
The host has left the building.
Thank you for hosting us. It was a very nice time. I see that from any side of the fence and wanted to jump down to say thanks.
Greetings to everyone. Its 10:00am East African time. We are now 8-hours ahead of you. I wanted to share this with you. How long must one do exercises in a day to keep fit and in good health?
Lincoln Joel Nsubuga.
lincolnjoel@yahoo.com
Kampala – Uganda
East Africa.