Scenes from our greenhouse—

Recently, we posted a pic of our special bougainvillea and tonight we’d like to share a few more shots. The flowers featured here have been in our 10 x 10 backyard greenhouse all winter. We have hibiscus plants, sago palms, banana trees, a wandering jew, a variegated bougainvillea and that plant with the beautiful orange blooms. We bought it two years ago, and after almost losing it last winter, we were able to nurse it back to health and showcase it in one of our many flower beds over the summer. It was nestled in a corner of the greenhouse this past winter and to our welcomed surprise it started putting out new leaves and beautiful orange blooms a few weeks ago. Long story short- we don’t remember what the plant is called.

If anyone is familiar with it, please feel free to enlighten us….

(we inadvertently forgot to get pictures of our hibiscus plants but we’ll be sure and post some when we do)

Hope you enjoy—-

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A Beautiful Petal

Exciting news:

So, a couple of days ago I went out to check on our prized greenhouse growings before leaving for work. Since I recently removed the plastic walls from the south and east sides, I was able to see the plants without actually entering the greenhouse. When I approached the south side, my eyes were immediately drawn to one of the hanging baskets that holds a bougainvillea plant which has beautiful blooms the same color as the kernels on corn on the cob. Now here’s the interesting part, one of those blooms has what can best be described as a bright pink “stain” running from the center vein to just shy of the outer edge. I thought this was such a beautiful and unusual bloom that I had to share. Enjoy…

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The Treehouse Project

These are pictures of the treehouse we built in our backyard for my little girl. As you can see, it’s not just your everyday treehouse. My daughter wanted a staircase (because she’s afraid to climb a ladder) and she wanted the treehouse big enough for a patio table and a set of chairs. So we obliged her and this is the (un) finished  product. Also, we had no desire to damage the tree by putting nails into it so we built around it instead of into it.
The bottom is obviously unfinished, but not for long. We’ll be closing it in (Phase 2) and adding flowers and shrubs to make it pretty (Phase 3).
Be sure and follow us for updates on the upgrades!
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The Art of Adoption

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What’s it mean to adopt an idea? That’s simple it means to choose that idea.

Ok, how about a way of life? …simple again, that just means you change your life to fit another mold…

What if you adopt a new way of thinking? Well, that basically means out with the old and in with the new.

So what’s your take on adopting a puppy? (smiles) That means you get to take it home and keep it!

    Adoption is an art in it’s purest most precious form. All the research and book reading in the world could never give you a more clear definition, description or understanding of the feelings you’ll experience through adoption – than simply doing it will give. When you adopt another human being, it’s like receiving the Olympic torch.… either the birth mom hands it to you or it is passed to you through an agency liaison… Either way, once you accept it, it’s your job to keep it burning …for always and forever.

Just our opinion… what’s yours?

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                                               Writer’s block

I’ve started and “un-started” writing several times today. Is this what’s referred to as writer’s block? But I thought you had to be a writer to get that. Oh wait, I  just finished writing my first short story- does that make me a writer or does it have to be published first? I have no idea how that goes so for now I’ll just say this—- I finished writing a short story yesterday and today I’m having a hard time writing a post for our blog. Since I’m new at blog writing too maybe this is normal “bloggers block”— At any rate I have several questions which I’ll list here then wait patiently for help…

  1. how many stories, books, articles, etc. do I have to write to be considered a writer?

  2. how many need to be published before I’m considered a writer?

  3. does the fact that I post to this blog make me a writer?

  4. if this is not “writer’s block” what is it and when will it go away?

  5. if this is “writer’s block” how long will it last?

Thank you so much for your input. 

A single mom, but not for real——

A single mom, but not for real——-

According to dictionary.com, basically the definition of the word single is as follows:

sole, lone, solitary, by itself/oneself, alone, unaccompanied, unsupported by others

I’ve come to realize quite a few things as a single mom. Among those things this one stands out…

I may be single, but I’m definitely not alone, unaccompanied or unsupported—-

My support system consists of…

(1)my 22 year old daughter (2)Runaway Nun #2 (3) my mom (4)my older brother (5)my younger brother and (6) my daughters’ godmother

Recently we celebrated my 98 pound chocolate Lab, Lucca’s, sixth birthday. I refer to him as my boy because he is such a big part of our family- he loves us and we love him. We had a full fledged birthday party for him, complete with party hats, decorations and a piñata. In a not- so- brilliant move, I gave him one of those foot long Wal Mart bones as a gift. We also have a Morkie and a Yorkie Poo so I put my big guy in his room and put the baby gate up so that they wouldn’t disturb him (or be eaten by him) while he enjoyed his gift.

My 10 year old daughter and Lucca are extremely close. He often sleeps with/on her and I believe he would protect her with his own life. Here’s where things go bad…and my next not- so- brilliant move… I neglected to remind my little girl NOT to disturb him either.  Well, she did and he snapped at her. Unfortunately, his snap was quicker than her jump back and he made contact with her face-with his teeth. Yes, he bit her in her face. He did one of those barking snaps, the kind that would normally serve as a warning (except she was too close and not fast enough to avoid his teeth). She let out a blood curdling scream and when I got to her she was in full panic/pain mode. Initially, I thought he’d merely frightened her, but the moment I saw the blood, I knew better. I immediately yelled at him and quarantined him to his kennel then I grabbed her and tried to console her and check her injuries. She was reluctant to let me get a good look at her face so I ushered her into the bathroom to get a better look and then decided to take her to the hospital to have it checked by a doctor. Before going to the hospital, Runaway Nun #2 vowed to join us as soon as she secured the house and the other dogs, and in my third and final not- so- brilliant move of the evening- I took my little girl to my mom’s house to get a second opinion. She took one look and told me to take her to the hospital.

I called my little girl’s godmother and she met us at the hospital. After checking in, I called my older daughter and told her what happened. She panicked, I calmed her down, then she asked if her little sister was ok (in about 15 different ways). When she was comfortable that she (her little sister) would survive, she asked if Lucca was ok. I assured her that the hospital visit was just a precautionary measure, that Lucca was home, kenneled and lucky to be alive- but alive, and I promised to call after we saw the doctor.

While waiting to see the doctor I received a call from my older brother. He had spoken with my mother and called to

1. ask if his niece was ok and

2. ask if I needed him to come home from the West coast and kill my dog

I calmly told him that

1. I was positive that she was fine and

2. I DID NOT need him to kill my dog

…things went downhill from there…..

Oh my little girl was, in fact, just fine. She suffered some superficial lacerations on her nose, upper lip and just under her eye. We waited over three hours in the ER to see a doctor and finally left without being seen; by then I’d had a chance to get a good look at her face and it was obvious that she didn’t need stitches (some warm soapy water to clean it and some antibiotic ointment, but no stitches).

The fact that we didn’t see a doctor went unchallenged but my unwillingness to either kill or get rid of Lucca became the hot (over heated) topic of the hour…day…and week! I received so many calls from my older brother that night that I stopped answering his calls. The next morning my younger brother called and gave me his advice – saying that obviously Lucca did not regard my little girl as an alpha figure in our house. He said that Lucca should see himself as #5 in the pecking order with the humans representing numbers one thru four. God knows I love that man and although I know Lucca’s a pretty smart fellow, I’ve never seen him count, so this piece of advice sort of fell on deaf ears.

Now on to my older brother-again…. he sent “nasty grams” to me and my older daughter over and over again throughout the next few days and he vowed to “hold us responsible” if Lucca ever injured my little girl again. He also said that “clearly” I wasn’t putting my little girl’s well-being ahead of my love for my dog. He told me (thru text message) to “get rid of the dog”—

God knows I love that man too and I know he’s brilliant and he loves my little girl but damn- NOBODY LOVES HER LIKE I DO-  so I refused to allow him to make this kind of decision for me or to bullyrag me into doing something I would regret.

My little girl cried when I suggested we make Lucca an outside dog and when I told her that my older brother said we should get rid of him she said “he never had a dog or a pet”—-

I took her to her pediatrician the day after the bite for a tetanus shot and Lucca was up to date on all of his shots before the bite.

My older daughter asked my little girl if she is afraid of Lucca now and she said “a little” (I think it’s a healthy fear- she gives him his space when he’s eating and she avoids leaning over in his face- at all). Also, I monitor the two of them (like a hawk) when they’re around one another.

As a single mom I am truly blessed to have such a strong supportive- support system. I love  each and every one of them with all my heart and I am so very grateful to God that they love me and my girls so much—-

P.S. these people are the reason that I am

                      A single mom, but not for real———