Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Mother Nature Says...

So Mother Nature (aka Aunti Ann) tells me that our caterpillars were actually Yellow Swallowtail Butterfly caterpillars and that I should check out our soffits to look for the chrysalis that will turn into the actual butterfly.  First I had to google soffits.  Turns out these are the eaves that overhang our front porch roof.  However, I see no chrysalis-thingies hanging there.  Those fat caterpillars would have had to crawl all the way up our screens to get there and I never noticed them doing that.  Plus they were so stuffed with our parsley that they probably just said screw it, that's too far, and they are likely hanging somewhere under our decking.  Hope so. 

Our Utah girlies are arriving in Florida with their Dad in less than two weeks for a summer visit.  We will just ignore the heat, stay hydrated and sunscreened and wear hats.  Summer in Florida is like winter in Vermont -- you just stay in the house most of the time.  But we have lots to do and the girls love to draw and paint and bake and sew and swim and stuff and go to libraries and museums.  Can't wait.

Here are some pictures from our visit to Moab, Utah and Arches National Park.  Jamie, Isabella and Evie walking down to the Colorado River.


At Arches National Park:


Our sketcher, Evie -- she's becoming quite the geologist.  She has a rock tumbler and some serious-looking rock-hound equipment.  They take weekend adventures looking for cool rocks.

 
Look closely at this photo below.  We scrambled up to this outcropping on the right (I had to have some assistance with the scrambling), and suddenly we could hear music, a flute or some sort of horn.
 
 
 When I zoom in you can see this guy standing down there playing.  So beautiful and a little eerie.  Natural acoustics!






I like this picture of Jim --








It's so hard to get a handle on the scale of these formations until you see tiny people climbing around inside.  I wish I were a better photographer, or had a better camera, but at least I'm able to capture the memory in my little blog-writing, and in sketches and watercolors (I'm branching out!) and maybe next in fabric.  It's never boring here at The House of Arts and Crafts (and Food and Beer!).

How 'bout this Guardian - looks kind of like the Sphinx, huh?  --cds

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Caterpillar Conundrum

We've had a nice-looking parsley plant in a flowerpot sitting by our steps most of the summer, all green and healthy.  Suddenly, two days ago, it looked like this!



I believe these are monarch butterfly caterpillars, yes?  I thought they only ate milkweed?  Would someone please hook me up with Wit Baker as I understand he is an expert on this particular creepy crawlie.  Love the butterflies, but never have been too fond of the caterpillars.

Also, as shown in the photo below, three of them have disappeared leaving only one guy who is finishing up the remainder of the parsley (he's a little hard to see on that back stem under the bright yellow-green basil leaf.


I hope they have crawled away somewhere and are not... uh, dinner guests-of-honor of Mr. Mockingbird or Miss Egret.  The plant in back is a pointsettia, but I only gave it a quick look and didn't see any cocoons.  Where, oh where did they go?

Cool nature stuff still occurs even in the horrendous steambath that is summertime Florida.  I'll check in again if any other interesting critters pass through the yard.  --cds

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Oh Lucinda

"...now I'm after that back highway
and the longest bridge I've ever crossed
over Ponchartrain."
 
No lie, I generally have a Lucinda Williams song running through my head.  I have loved her voice ever since my brother Doug told me her recording of Passionate Kisses (she wrote it, after all) was better than Mary Chapin Carpenter's cover.  So when I started looking at routes through Lousiana and Texas I knew there were a couple of towns we had to breeze through and a couple of lakes to cross.
 
"...I'm going to go to Slidell
and look for my joy..."
 
I thought Lucinda was born in Slidell, Louisiana, but she just sings about it; she was born in Lake Charles, which she also sings about.  Slidell is an eastern suburb of New Orleans - we drove through and got on I-10 only in order to pick up the bridge, south to north, across Lake Ponchartrain (no desire at all to tour New Orleans which we could see off to our left-we're just not city-folk).  So the "longest bridge over Ponchartrain" is 23 miles long - in the middle you lose sight of land on both sides.




 The causeway road drops out in Mandeville,
 
"...Mama lives in Mandeville.
I can hardly wait until
I can hear my zydeco
And lassiz le bon ton roulette..."
 

See what I mean? Lyrics, all the live-long day.  We drove across Lake Charles, entered East Texas around Beaumont (The Night's Too Long) got tangled in some Houston-bound traffic and escaped via a County road that turned into a Farm Road, saw some lovely Texas farms and lakes and stopped for the night in Huntsville.  This part of Texas is very nice, a bit hilly and lots of trees.  I would travel this route through this gigantic state again.  It gets rather dull and dun-colored west of Abilene, orange dusty fields full of wind turbines and/or oil/gas drills.
 



Excuse the squashed insects on the windshield.  Texas has bugs the size of chickens.

We headed for Roswell, New Mexico, making it the second time we've stopped there for the night on trips west.  We must feel drawn there for some reason -- ooooh, spooky! This photo below was snapped on our way into town.  Notice that strange silvery, elongated cloud just above the horizon? Hmmmmm???

 
Actually it is such a crazy-ass town with green space monsters painted on nearly every building and a spaceship in front of the McDonald's, and an alien tiled into the floor of our elevator.  We had to be in Salt Lake City by the following evening, so we stepped up the pace a bit, still primarily state roads, and diagonalled our way through New Mexico and Utah.  We buzzed through Moab which we had plans to return to with Jamie and the girls on the following weekend.  So gorgeous through that area.
 
So wonderful to see them all again.  I've realized I haven't posted any updates of the grandkids lately, so here is a preview.  Last summer, Evie and Bella:
 
 


Halloween, Evie was a zebra,

 
Isabella was some sort of huntress, I guess.
 

Christmas photos:




 
Evie's last year dance photos.  This year she's into jazz and soccer.
 

 
 

And the Vermonters!  Marcus and Ruthanne at Disneyworld in March of this year:





 
 Ruthie, Marcus and their friend (pink shirt-I forget her name).
 
 
Back soon.  --cds


Saturday, June 18, 2016

Road Trip, Anyone?

I have decided to refer to our recent absence from Florida as our unintentional road trip.  Yes, we had plans to travel to Utah to visit Jamie and the girlies, and yes, we intended to drive (as we always do), but when James suggested we try to avoid all interstates and seek out the backroads and byways, the traveling there and back again got a bit more interesting (and longer naturally).  Here is a preview and map of the journey:



James probably knows the exact mileage, but that means nothing to me -- I need the visual.  From Lakeland, we drove state and county roads north through Florida following the Big Bend Scenic Byway -- very pretty.  This is along the roadway in Apalachicola:




Apalachicola was also the home of a store that I have been searching for ever since I moved south.  My first Piggly Wiggly store!!  I was so excited.  I mean how cool would it be to be able to say, "I need to stop at the Piggly Wiggly for some milk and bread."  Some people have all the luck.
 

We stopped for the night in Biloxi, Mississippi, right along the beach.




Biloxi is an odd sort of beach town these days, post-Katrina.  Driving west along Beach Boulevard, we passed lot after empty lot.  Sometimes a brick or stone wall remained, but mostly the only things left on the lots were huge old live oaks and For Sale signs.











Bye bye Mississippi.  On to Louisiana and my obsession with Lucinda Williams.  --cds


Friday, May 20, 2016

Farewell Pretty Palm

Our lightening-struck palm needed to come down.  It became dead-dead-dead. 


Our tree-guy, Cesar, did a great job dropping it exactly between our two baby crape myrtles.  He is an interesting guy -- "when you happy, you pay," wears a huge gold crucifix around his neck, hates Donald Trump, and has just opened a restaurant downtown, which we'll probably check out in the near future.  He's a go-getter.
 


I've missed blogging.  Kid pictures tomorrow.  --cds

Friday, April 1, 2016

I'm Hoping For Superpowers

During an early season thunderstorm yesterday, I came as close to lightening as I have ever been when our palm tree out front, twenty feet from where I was sitting, was struck.





 
Aside from the horrendous boom and orange-yellow flash, five picture frames on that side of the room flew off the wall and others were set askew. A lot of bark was blown off the tree and the undersides of the palm branches look burned. Spotlights and other outdoor electric are fried as well as the garage overhead door. We were lucky, I know, because nothing electrical indoors was harmed.  The electrician will be here tomorrow - ugh $$$.

Anyway, since James is convinced his heart stopped from fright and our neighbor claims his hearing aids tingled all around his head and neck, I thought perhaps the strike might have bestowed on me a superpower or two. Already I've ruled out xray vision and mind-reading; likewise levitation and invisibility. I am holding out for time travel, though. I have questions for the ancestors.

So, yeah, I'm back to blogs. No excuses.  I just feel like writing again.   The Vermonters were just here for a visit so I have loads of new photos to sift through and post.  Back soon.  --cds

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