Tag: compound

Clouds, clouds, clouds

We have too many clouds tonight for me to see the supermoon, or perigee-syzygy. I’ve enjoyed reading the lunatic* speculations that abound online about two things that happen every month, just not always on the same night.

ETA: Flickr group right here if you’d like to see more than 3700 supermoon shots from around the world.

I stood on the front porch for a while, but along with no moon sightings, there were no werewolves or earthquakes. Still, the night’s not over. I’ll keep you posted.

While outside, I didn’t see the little guy (or maybe it’s a female; who knows) who’s been visiting our redbud tree with frequency. I was able to get a photo of him the other night, thanks to Tom letting me know he was there.

Maybe when I go out later, he’ll be hunting. The neighborhood does provide plenty of prey–I saw a little gray prey running along the phone wire the other night and into our pine tree, but Owl apparently wasn’t hungry, because he kept watching Margot. Apparently owls, too, can be described by that old phrase, “His eyes were bigger than his stomach.”

*See what I did there?

Good day, Sunshine

The sun has been coy. We began the day with a rousing thunderstorm–much appreciated by all but Margot and probably Rex!–and for the rest of the day, the sun has come and gone like a drama queen on Facebook.

I remarked to Tom yesterday how strange it seems that people can be suffering so acutely on part of the planet–So sorry, Japan–at the same time others get to enjoy beautiful days. Yet I know that when we’re in the middle of drought or hurricane cleanup, I like seeing those beautiful days elsewhere as a reminder that Nature will be beautiful where I am again.

Though I know food posts are like dreams–mainly interesting only to the dreamer or chef–I can’t help but share…


My happiness in being able to go outside to cut my own rosemary and lemon verbena.


To put on this foil-wrapped salmon.


That I’m serving with lightly sauteed vegetables on a bed of saffron rice topped with a bit of crumbled feta.

Along with a salad and herb/garlic bread. Should I set a place for you? You don’t like fish? Me, either, so much. That’s why that tiny piece of salmon is mine, and–full disclosure–I’ve got a few popcorn shrimp to go along with it, because I love shrimp.

Craft Night

The only crafty things that happened at The Compound were my attempt to get better photos with my phone’s camera and dogs jockeying for position on the couch with Tim. Pixie, being spooned by him, and Penny and Sugar, cuddled together at his feet, were the clear winners. At this point, Rex had vanished into a bedroom, and Guinness was on the floor at my feet. Meanwhile, Margot had declared the crate in the dining room her new Fort Emo and was repelling any invasion attempts with her breath.

Ack

I can’t really afford it, but I have to do something about The Compound trees. In fact, it’s way overdue. So finally I bit the bullet and started calling the referrals I’ve received from friends.

Here’s the way it’s gone so far:

This mailbox is full and can accept no more messages.


You have reached the residence of…

[ring… ring… answer click… disconnect click]

The number you have reached is no longer in service.

[ring… ring… ring…] Infinity. No answer, no machine, no nothing.

Sometimes, five strikes and you’re out.

Magnetic Poetry 365:54

I don’t mind paying taxes. I pretend mine are going for only the things I support. But man, I can’t STAND the paperwork involved in being self-employed. It’s misery even though I’m quite organized throughout the year.

Good thing there’s liquor in the cabinet behind me.

Still, better moments lie just ahead. The magnetic words know it, too.

Art the Second Part

Finally framed and hung my wonderful cross-stitch from Marika, which she calls “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.” It’s tucked between “Roots,” a painting from Timothy Forry, and “Treading Softly, a print from Lindsey Smolensky.

And I’ve shared this drawing from Gilbert Ruiz before, but now it’s framed and hung and looks exactly the way I wanted it to.

Dang, I know some talented people.

Spa Day

While their jet-setting mom was visiting Savannah, Little Blind Sparky, Mama’s Girl Minute, and Paco the Brave have been staying at The Compound. It’s been boot camp around here. I can’t manage five dogs without military-like order and discipline. Today I gave them baths using deliciously aromatic shampoo and conditioner for dogs that Tim brought over. Now I have nag champa incense burning. With their short memories, I’m hoping this means they’ll tell Lynne it was like a spa retreat around this place. Maybe it’s time to turn up the volume on Enya.


Sparky. Poser.


Minute. Face of a possum killer.


Paco. Rowr!