I did always love the idea of the flexibility that such a title gave her column. She could write about anything with a title like that. So, today, I am remembering that red-headed secretary my father had so many years ago as I write about several topics in one post.
Potpourri for March
March in Colorado can be totally crazy. If I had just kept an online journal of the weather this month, it would be one filled filled with extremes. Yesterday, I wanted to get started with some plan for my garden this year. I am totally overwhelmed when it comes to knowing what to plant and where I should plant it at my new house. So far, I have no vision whatsoever when it comes to my landscape. I only know that many of those things I love most will not be able to be planted because of the deer who roam so freely here.
So, my hubby and I went to a local nursery to see what they might have that I could set out for Easter. Really? Easter? Who sets anything out for Easter in Colorado? I am hungry for some growth that I can see somewhere. If I were in Pueblo, I would see my peonies emerging from the ground. I would see the daffodils and the tulips breaking through the earth. Here, since I didn't even plant daffodils, I have nothing popping up. I thought I might by some pansies. They would survive the spring snows I reasoned. No pansies were purchased. The deer love them. So, what about primroses? Yep, the deer love them. Well, it is still early. I didn't buy anything to plant. I came home with a big spray bottle of Liquid Fence. I'm going to try to keep the deer out of my pine tree at least!
I spent a large part of the day in the kitchen. I do love my new kitchen. It is much more functional than my old kitchen. Today, I made 15 bean soup and added the ham I had frozen from our Christmas ham. Somehow, that seemed appropriate with the snow and all. I then made homemade whole wheat rolls by using my Vitamix. That was the first time I tried using the dry blade container that is used for grains and breads. The rolls turned out quite well. It sure was easy to do.
Now, as I sit at my new desk in the guest room, I look out of my window to the blue sky that is filled with just a few clouds and think how blessed I am to be surrounded by such beauty. The hillside just out my window is covered with snow and tall ponderosa pines. Tomorrow the snow will be gone. We are fortunate to have the moisture. We need it so much.
Last Sunday we were walking in the Garden of the Gods and soaking up the sun. Oh, ok, it was spitting a bit of snow last Sunday, but the sun was shining brightly and it was mostly warm.
As we walked, Jim decided to lean into a nearby fence to stretch out his back. Immediately, Boston jumped right up beside him. This dog keeps laughing. We love him so much. He never misses a beat. He is always right by Jim's side. No one ever had a better buddy.
The week has been full of activity. Jim and I try to get to the 'Y' on a more regular basis. We are both doing Pilates. Jim works out on the elliptical machine while I walk the track. I am so thrilled to be back at what was our old neighborhood 'Y' when my children were young. I feel like I am back home again and find it so comforting to again work out at this particular 'Y' where my children spent many happy hours.
As I write, I listen to music streaming though the Bose radio that is hooked up to Jim's old iTouch. Music from Roger Williams Radio, provided by Pandora, reminds me of the good old days in the Sixties as I listen to old show tunes from those years gone by. We live in an amazing age.
I must say that I am grateful for the technology we have today. I love that I can text my family so easily. I love that when I ask my daughter how much snow she got today, she texts me a picture of it! I love that I can stay in touch with all of you out there in the blogosphere. We've come a long ways from those days when my father's secretary tapped out her weekly column on an old upright typewriter. Wouldn't she have loved writing her potpourri of news in a blog?
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