Punjab, India

Last night, I found myself in Punjab, India. It was a very intense, and realistic dream. I have no idea why I would dream of Punjab, since I have never been there, and have never had much interest to travel there. In fact, when I started the dream, I had to ask someone where I was. It was rather hot and the streets I walked down were overcrowded with people, animals, and vendors of all sorts.  I stopped to look at what was for sale, and some of the things were beautiful, yet disturbing. At some point, I found myself in a restaurant, which had pealing paint on the walls of an old house, but the food was remarkably good and I found myself enjoying the vegetarian fare. I spent quite a bit of time, tasting all the unusual dishes. Each time I looked away from the food, however, the waiter would snatch my plate, and I had to track him down so he would bring it back to me. I was especially interested in the white stuff that was served with the meal.

At 6:45 AM, Bill woke me up, and I told him about my dream. I told him it was so real, I felt like I was really in Punjab. I asked him about the white stuff I ate, and he told me it was curd. Bill went to India some years ago. As I got out of bed, I felt a tug, and discovered that my hair had been braided down my back. I never go to sleep with my hair braided, and can only conclude that someone else braided my hair in my dream. It certainly wasn’t me. It made me pause and wonder, did I really go there?

The Goddess Durga

She is the goddess of power and strength, is perhaps the most important goddess of the Hindus. She is a multi-dimensional Goddess, with many names, many personas, and many facets. This basket is dedicated to her. The stitch is a variation of the wheat stitch, and the center of the lid of the basket came from India.

Rain Again

It has rained so much in the past week and a half, that everything is overwhelmingly saturated. The Day Lilies in my back yard bravely faced the pounding rain, but the Geraniums succumbed, losing all their blooms. My cat, SeeKitty, endured the water, sitting on top of her box, under the back door awning. Her ears were flat most of the time, showing how weary she was from the weather. No cat likes to walk through so much water.  Being stuck indoors, I worked on my Green Goddess project, and finally finished it today. To my surprise, I found that she has two very different aspects of herself. The bright side, and the wild side. Here are some photos of what transpired through the deluge.

Some things flourished under the rain.

March of the Sugar Ants

It’s that time of year again when the Sugar Ants invade the houses. They are such tiny ants, that you don’t even know you have a problem until you mistakenly leave a particle of food on the kitchen counter. There have to be at least 25 of them before you can actually determine they are ants. I am against spraying poison in my kitchen, so after I arrived in the south about seven years ago, I started asking around to see what other people do about them. Each response I got started with a long sigh, and a rolling of eyes. Most of the women I talked to told me that they are like squirrels, you just have to get used to them and accept them as they are. You will never get rid of squirrels at your bird feeders, and you will never get rid of Sugar Ants in your kitchen. So I now do what everybody else in Raymond does. I simply wipe them away with a wet dish cloth when they appear. It is an incentive to keep your kitchen cleaner so there are fewer, but they are always waiting in the wings for the next food particle to drop. Oh, yes, and all food containers have to be hermetically sealed on the kitchen shelves. One small opening can lead to an invasion. I finally gave up and moved the sugar into the refrigerator. No matter how hard I tried to keep them out, they found a way in. I grew tired of finding them floating in my hot tea each morning. So far, they haven’t figured out how to open the refrigerator door, but I haven’t ruled that out yet. All things are possible.

While cruising the Internet, I found a musical composition for saxophones  entitled “The March of the Sugar Ants.” Here’s the URL if you’re interested in hearing their battle song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AF-5Y_zRz6g

 Two Encounters

 Years ago, when Bill and I were attending Ole Miss, we rented a house on Molly Barr Road in Oxford. I planted Morning Glory seeds by the corner trellis on the front porch. They grew and bloomed quite nicely. One night, I was standing by the trellis when something big flew up next to me and extended its proboscis into one of the flowers. I was so astonished that all I could do is stand stark still and gape. My next thought was maybe this was Mothra, the giant Japanese moth that was friends with Godzilla. It was the biggest moth I had ever seen.

This afternoon, on my way to the thrift store in Clinton, I looked down to find another moth that was as big as my hand. I thought it was dead, so I picked it up and put it in the back seat of my car. When I arrived home, I tried to take some photos of it, and found to my surprise, that it was still alive, though mortally wounded. The moth was nice enough to extend its wings to allow me to take a picture. Unfortunately, camera phones don't take close ups, so I had to back off till it came into focus.  But believe me, it's a big one, even though my photo doesn't do it justice. Nature always has a way of amazing me. My biggest delight is to be surprised. Thank you Mother Nature for this one!

Both moths are members of the Giant Silk Worm family Saturniidae. They are nocturnal. 

The New Guest Room 

                           I bought a new rug for the guest room. Ya'll come and visit, now.

My Yard 2014

            The Snow Bells come up in profusion, early in the spring. I always look forward to them.

 Each year, Evening Primroses bloom in the middle of my walkway. How could I possibly cut them down!

               Here's a view of my back yard. The center garden bed is where I grow my herbs.

 Miss Johnnie Ward gave me the bunny and I put him between two Hydrangea bushes that have yet to bloom.

And last, but not least, the Sun Drops have taken over part of the front yard, as well as a large bed in the back yard. Last year, I gave away a number of them to people who stopped and asked if they could have some. I gave them freely. Each year, more and more of them come back. Who could ask for more!