Sunday, February 24, 2019

Not All Beaches and Camellias Here

Bright and early yesterday, Rosie went into Mouse Pointer Pose in front of the dishwasher. 


We thought we took care of that last winter by filling every possible opening under there where a mouse could get into house!  Guess not.

Having done her part by pointing out the invader, Rose had a kibble snack and returned to her morning nap.

The Writer got his gloves and proceeded while what should have been simple (reach under dishwasher, grab trap with gloved hand, take outdoors, return to making coffee) turned into a Project.  Capital P.

As his hand approached the trap, the mouse dragged it to the right — and under the floor of the cupboards, out of reach.  


Poor guy hadn’t even had his first cup of coffee yet.  (The Writer, not the mouse.)

The only thing to do was to carefully take the wood trim strips off at the bottom of the cupboard, then delicately pry the floor board up as far as possible to reach in without disturbing the mouse or the plumbing.  

Fortunately mouse and trap did not continue its sashay to the right because that would have required prying up many more boards!  

Once the mouse was out, a trip to Walmart was in order to get more stuff for further mouse-proof sealing.  By the time everything was said and done, scrubbed with bleach and put back to rights, it was lunchtime! 

Five hours to empty a mousetrap.  

Our hero


My hero!

Friday, February 22, 2019

For All My Frozen Friends

Do not despair! 

 I offer proof that the Ice Age has not returned and spring WILL come ... 

My yard is full of camellias.

Seven big, round bushes, seven to nine feet tall, six feet and more across,

Some blossoms nearly as big as my hand.

The bees are hungry and the bushes a-buzz with their industry.

I read that spring travels north 13 miles per day, or 1.9 mph.  

Hang in there!  It’s coming your way!

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Oldest ... Everything!

  We have driven past St Augustine, Florida, dozens of times and wished we had time to stop. Last week we made a special trip to see The Oldest Continuously Occupied City In America.  Hm, not only is the city “the oldest,” but so was every other little thing in town!  I’ll show you what I mean but first a little history.

  The area of St. Augustine was claimed for Spain by Ponce de Leon (statue on the right) in 1513.  Fifty-two years later Pedro Menendez de Aviles set sail in 11 ships with 2000 people, including 1000 soldiers, 200 sailors and some 250 wives and children, to establish a proper town.  Due to mass defections along the way, only 800 arrived to do the work!

  In 1586, British pirate Sir Francis Drake paid a visit and sacked and burned the town.  After that and several other devastating fires, a fort and new city walls were completed, built from (fireproof) coquina, a rock formed under the sea made of tiny little coquina shells.

Above, a coquina city gate built in 1739. 

Left, coquina rock construction.  The mortar was made using lime from burnt crushed oyster shells and sand.

  Next we have the Oldest House in St. Augustine.  The first house on this site was built around 1650; this one was built of coquina stone construction and cedar beams in 1702, or parts of it were anyway.  There have been quite a few additions and changes over the years.  

Aviles, The Oldest Street in St. Augustine

 Probably the Oldest Cat in St Augustine, on a very old coquina garden wall.

  The afternoon we arrived, the sun was shining and the temperature was 84 degrees.  The next day, our sightseeing day when we had a tour booked, it was pouring rain and the temperature had dropped into the 40s!  You seriously didn’t think a little rain and numb fingers would stop us though, did you? Of course not.  For 2 1/2 hours our tour guide regaled us with stories of The Oldest This, The Oldest That, and The Oldest Every Other Thing.  We held back the giggles until we were walking back to our hotel and saw this sign.

Come on, St Augustine!  The Oldest Mini Golf Course — TOO MUCH!  

Entrance to the Bridge of Lions

 The history was fascinating and St Augustine is beautiful town.  My photos don’t reflect the wonderful architecture because it was a gloomy, rainy day and hard to take pictures.  

Friday, February 15, 2019

Every Day Should Be About Love

  We had a little Valentine getaway this week so today I am catching up on laundry and reading blogs. I will be back in a day or two to write about our trip, but I wanted you to see this house in St. Augustine, FL, decorated for Valentines Day.

Did you notice the little sign in the foreground?  

  We saw similar signs in the windows of businesses in Flagstaff, Arizona last summer, and now in yards all the way across the country, in St. Augustine, Florida, and wondered about them.  

  Come to find out, there is a neat story behind them. In 2017, a little Jewish boy made the sign for a protest at O’Hare Airport in Chicago of Trump’s attempted Muslim ban.  A photographer caught him and a young Muslim girl exchanging smiles in the photograph below and the photo appeared on the Internet.  It has inspired a campaign against hate that has spread across the U.S. and all around the world. 

  The Hate Has No Home Here Project encourages  communities to declare their homes, schools, businesses, and places of worship to be safe places where everyone is welcome and valued.  

  Their website tells you how to download or obtain free signs if you are so inclined, and you can buy them on Amazon.


What a wonderful message of love, 

for Valentines Day and every day of the year!


Friday, February 8, 2019

The Glendale Mill