Confession and Spring

I know some of you must think that I have abandoned this blog, but that is not the case.  Often I have come here to write on a topic, only to get a few paragraphs down and ask myself “where are you going with this”?  While I haven’t really been sick, I haven’t really been well for a few months.  I’ve had issues with my back, issues with my sleep.  My ability to do art work has also been blocked.  So I haven’t done a whole lot of anything.

It is supposed to be Spring.  My husband got very enthused when our weather was in the 70’s, and bought a lot of hot pepper plants to put in.  Then the weather took a turn and they are all sitting around in the dining room.  I don’t know, maybe we saved their lives, because we had a freeze the other night and I doubt the garden center would have taken them to shelter.  The question is why we are even growing hot peppers.  My husband grows them every year, and apparently they are very happy because we end up with a bumper crop every year.  So he makes pepper vinegar (the kind you put on greens and a lot of other things in the South).  The problem is we have cases of this stuff left from other years.  He tries to give some to our Latino lawn care people, but no doubt they grow their own too.  The lady who cleans for us took one jar, when I tried to give her a case.

I tend to grow herbs.  I’ve been growing herbs for years now, in pots.  It’s not easy to grow herbs here in the South.  The hot summers do them in by July.  I have grown a lot of varieties, but this year I only picked up a couple of plants.  Because they make me feel guilty in late July when it is hot as blazes and the humidity is 89% and I see them turning brown and then black.  The truth is I am not much of a gardener.  I love other people’s gardens and am happy to tour your garden and see your plants.  I love the way the shopping centers keep their plants up and refresh them when they start to wilt.  I told my husband the other day that if I were rich, I would have a full time gardener.  I think they still have them, unless they have all turned into landscapers, so they can charge much more.  I have lawn maintenance but while I can talk them into pruning, I haven’t seen them plant any flowers.  Mostly they want to sell me overpriced mulch.  The other day, the lawn guy said “you want mulch?”  Of course, I want mulch.  I want pine bark mulch, not pine needle mulch, which breaks down far too often.  He quoted me a price, which caused me to take a step back and look at the mulch that is still down and wonder if it is sufficient.

I need to do something with my screen porch.  I told my husband that I want to have it redone, but he heard I want it rescreened.  Well, I do want that, but I have never been quite pleased with what the builder did, and I would dearly love to have a fireplace out there.  I told this to my husband, he asked me if I wanted to have fires in the fireplace.  Duh.  Well then he went on about log storage.  I have dreams and he seems to believe it is his job to stick the pin in the clouds of my dreams, and refill it with practicalities.  Practicalities have their uses, but not when I have a dream about how I want the screen porch to be.  So I pointed out to him that we need to reupholster the screen porch furniture.  Let me stop here for a moment and explain.  My screen porch furniture is an old set of furniture that my husband decided was just the thing, although when he first saw it, it was sagging and had velvet cushions.  He had a vision.  So we bought it and hauled it off to an upholsterer to re-upholster it in a Sun Brella fabric.  The thing is this – the furniture is from the 1940s.  It has a wood frame and a cane back.  There is a sofa  and two side chairs.  It’s lived on the screen porch for the last 10 years and it is still solid.  It doesn’t creak, nothing is loose or falling off.  Nothing like the made in China furniture that is all style, but not much in longevity.  (which raises another point – why is one of the oldest countries in the world content to put out the junk they do? It’s not been too long since I found out that our whole furniture industry has pretty much moved to China)  I think when this furniture was built, it was built to last.  People didn’t buy new furniture as often as they do now, back in the 1940s.

So, getting back to the furniture, I talked about re-upholstery and a new rug and he moves on to bursting my bubble about the fireplace.  It’s like a dance.  Whatever happened to the man that thought my every decorating idea was brilliant?  Maybe I overwhelmed him when I told him I have 3 other projects I’m thinking about as well.  He’s never been good at multi-tasking.

My cleaning lady has completed the Spring cleaning,  the effects of her 4 hour/5 person efforts  lasted about an hour.  Three dogs  burst my bubble about fur free floors and clean baseboards.  Come to think of it, I don’t know why I look forward to Spring.   It’s supposed to be renewal and as I look around, seems like the renewal is short circuited.

Until next time, Elsie