As our neighbor in Connecticut begin to convalesce after last Friday ’s utterly reprehensible attack , it ’s been numb – even for those of us who do not have children . Like many of you , I ’ve tried a news fast , I ’ve tried to move forwards but it is out of the question to escape the updates , and perhaps it is just human nature to feel the pauperism to try and make sense out of something which seems indefinable from any perspective .
Aside from the tragedy in Newtown , CT , I ’ve had my own drama here at the business firm . My cold / flu which hold open me out of oeuvre last workweek for 7 days spread to my 98 ( nearly 99 ) year old dad , who fell Saturday and cracked his head assailable as he amount down with pneumonia . He returned home from the infirmary tonight . Joe was intromit to the infirmary yesterday for a few twenty-four hours , as he too acquired pneumonia as well as flu tough enough to require hospital care . I , still recovering , now live in a man of bed Pan , tea , diaper , walkers , confabulate nursesmaids ( yeah – “ nursemaids ” makes me feel Downton Abbyish ) .
Still , with Dad turning 99 on February 6th , I ca n’t help but opine of those tiny lives lost so nearly to us . There ’s no common sense in trying to justify or make sense out of fate , but sometimes , one ca n’t help feel the unbalance , Mother Nature is never very good in serve up out ‘ fairness ’ or judge . As we larn these lessons of unfairness which life certify so often , sometimes moving even day to daytime can be sorely raw .
We awoke here in central Massachusetts yesterday to an ice violent storm . With temperature hovering near the freezing item , rain turns instantly to ice , as it hits the frozen surface . These two Downy Woodpeckers enjoy some suet and helianthus seeds in their crystal palace , which was melted by gloaming . Birds are most strung-out during snowstorms and ice storms , when their born solid food sources become covered or when food becomes scarce .
A Golfinch bite on Nyger seed amidst a rhombus - studded Nipponese maple tree during yesterdays ice storm which coat much of New England in a thick , coating of ice .
As Christmas looms onward , my many plans for making wreaths , bake , embellish have all go on custody , so this blog has suffer a bit recently . Hopefully , next hebdomad I can catch up with my programme to reinvent , to add vigor and sparkle to this site , and to nail down the redesign on these 18 days of vacation which seem to be slip aside quicker than those icicles on the greenhouse .
The sun came out ( finally ! ) this afternoon , and I was treated to a rarefied glimpse of summertime in the nursery . I could almost imagine that it was mid July and not mid December as two Tropaeolum specie bloomed in the warm sunshine . Tropaeolum , or Nasturtium are common summertime annuals in many of our gardens , but these same bright annuals provided sunny color in cold greenhouses throughout the 18th and nineteenth 100 . It was not rare to train long , trailing vines of genus Nasturtium in conservatories , where they would hand in long trusses , providing bloom throughout late wintertime .
A rarified goody bloomed for a 2d time , after a seedling emerge in a pot of Bouganvillia . I was hoping that it was a seedling of the rare Tropaeolum moritzianum , which I had obtained as a natural endowment from a friend , but which never seemed to germinate this past summertime . But now that it has bloomed , I can see that it is an evenly rare and unusual speicies , but one which I had raise before , so this clearly is a ego - sow stow away from last season . Now key as T. smithii , another laciniate , one-year Tropaeolum , I will play hard to try and save some seed of this gem which typically blooms for me in belated summertime , not in December .
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