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Friday, December 9, 2016

Thanksgiving, and the Roses That Won't Die

I am a dunce.
Once again, I forgot to take pictures on Thanksgiving Day.  Why do I do this?


I got one nice picture of a guest, relaxing, 
getting ready for the tanning bed:
"So... what SPF is butter, anyway?"
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Remember my annual TBDBT List?  ("To Be Done Before Thanksgiving" List.)  This year, I took little Post-It notes, and stuck the "To Do" items on the freezer door, and when that item was actually "To Done," its note got moved to the refrigerator door, on the right. 
Day before Thanksgiving, with most of
the TBDBT notes on the "Done!" side. 😉

Howard, bless him, got competitive about moving those little bits of paper.  He wanted to move more of them.  
Ssshh... don't tell him I may have Tom Sawyer'd him into whitewashing a fence.

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And now it's December.  And it's cold.  And we've already had three light snowfalls.  

I have decided this means an easy winter ahead; we'll get all the snow done with early.  
Don't argue with me.  Believe.

Our Knockout Roses are holding on to the bitter, bitter, bitterly cold end of the season.  
 I took these shots today.  December 9th.


These roses have been iced, snowed, and out in 25-degree weather overnight.  I think we need to start building cars out of whatever these roses are made of.

One of my geraniums was almost as tough.
Just a few days ago....in snow.  Still hanging on.
But today, after last night's bitter lows,
it folded its hand.  
I had considered wintering it over in the house, 
or bare root in the cellar.  I'm sorry I didn't.
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And now I remember why I took a break from blogging.  It's hard!  I'm out of practice, slow, and dull.  But I will leave you for today, with pictures of our pups, Dylan and Gilda.  He's now 7, and she is 13, and still a flirty redhead.

"What?  What?  Why are you hollering?"
"What do you mean, what did I just eat?"

 And another Thanksgiving picture, of my gluten-free, sugar-free pumpkin cheesecake.  It was delicious, even cracked.
Cracked?  It fit right into the family.


Now I need to go feed the dogs.
I'm being stared at.
Duty calls.  -- Cass

7 comments:

  1. There you are! I've missed you an how nice to see a post from you! Love your 'to do' scheme! Is it a scheme? The pups are adorable as always and I hope you're doing well.
    be a sweetie,
    Shelia ;)

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    1. Yes, it's a scheme, Shelia! And now I've got new Post-Its, up on the freezer, for Christmas prep. No food chores, but things like "Add bows to front door garland," and "Cedar roping on front stairs," and "Don't lose the creche's baby Jesus before Christmas Eve!" Merry Christmas, my friend.

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  2. Hey there! Good to see a post. Funny about the roses this year. Mine are actually doing better now that the weeds around them have died back. lol
    Love the dog photos. They are so cute. We got a sweet one this summer who is used to eating at 5pm each day. It cracks us up that she stares at us beginning at five until we remember that is what she wants.

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    1. Dogs have remarkable internal clocks!

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    2. And congratulations are your addition to the family.
      Dogs are wonderful.

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  3. So glad to see you back!!! I check in on your every once in a while and I'm all "Wonder what that chick is up to!". And now I know :) Excited to see if you're still "doing" estate sales and all that fun stuff.

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  4. So funny!
    Love the dogs, they are too cute.

    See you soon.

    M : )

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