Honey What.....

Did I mention I have an Italian boyfriend? Oh yeah, I do. Anyway, we were at the family garden (actually I would call it more of a "U-Pick Farm", it's a wonderland of produce!) the other day picking some corn, beans and whatnot when we came across this melon. Amore asked me if i know this melon. Not personally you realize, it's a language thing. "Of course!" I say, " It's green inside." After all it's an ordinary honeydew melon, right? He laughs at me and tells me it's orange inside and I brush this off as yet another of his infinite teases because it's humorous to poke fun at the Americana. Imagine my shock, surprise and utter disbelief when I cut into it and in fact it was orange! Huh?? Have I been living under a rock, or do we have these in California?
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Love Seat

I want this oak tree in my yard.
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My Apologies

Sorry, I've been having a bout of blogger burnout. Hopefully, I've recovered and will resume with regular posts! While I was away I went to Abruzzo to meet my brother and his girlfriend and they took me to this small town called Sumona that is famous for making flowers and other small objects with candy-covered almonds called confetti. They're ... um ... interesting. But what the heck do you do with them?
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Stormy Skies

Stormy skies do make a lovely background, don't they? Every cloud has a silver lining.
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Rain, Rain, Go Away!

My beautiful strawberries are starting to mildew. There has not been enough sun and heat for the vegetable garden nor for my pots of flowers that are starting to get root rot. The unusually cold winter managed to kill several plants that have been with me for years. Now this rain and more rain. What's next, locust? I don't mean to complain, forgive me. I have so many blessings in my life. But it's starting to get to me. The sun came out briefly yesterday. As soon as I saw it I ran upstairs to change and go out for a walk. Minutes later as I raced downstairs and out the door, the sun was already gone again. I could not, would not, did not let this detour me. When I reached the top of the hill the skies opened up and it dumped rain on me for 10 minutes as I clung to a large oak tree hoping not to float away. I'm beginning to prune.
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Pitter-Pat Ka-pow

The other day I thought I heard a cat scratching furniture upstairs so I crept stealth-like up the stairs to catch one of them in the act. As I reached the top of the stairs I realized the sound was coming from the roof. Tiny little feet running back and forth across the tiles. This all seemed very harmless to me and somewhat amusing until I tried to light a fire in the wood-burning stove a few days later and the living room filled with smoke. It seems that something (the cats are off the hook here) had built a nest in the chimney. Now it's too rainy to have anyone go up on the roof and clear out the chimney so I sit in the cold and envision being the owner of a BB gun.
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Music Video Flashback

Four Tops, Reach Out.  Makes me want to get up and move!

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