Could things get any crazier

If you have been here at Glory's Garden long enough, you would know I don't always get to play around in my garden-- I know, shocking isn't it?-- and that I have to do--HORRORS-- office work. Well, as office work goes, it can be rather boring, tedious and hardly a  bit fun. Then there are times when it get outright annoying, maddenly streeful and utterly insane.

Case in point: Yesterday---oy, what a day.

April Fools Day---delayed by one

Oh, Mother nature, You are a cruel one with a wicked sense of humor, aren't you?

You had us fooled indeed. We thought we were in the clear. Heck, April's fool day was yesterday and it passed without any shenanigans further making us relax...fools indeed.

We spent a lovely day wandering the gardens, viewing the new pop-ups in the yard, the crocus, buds swelling, the daffodils and daylilies sprouting. We even grabbed a pair of clippers and did some much needed clipping of worrisome brambles and some branches to force indoors--Most likely a failed experiment as usual but we love to try, don't we?

It was a nice way to get a bit of much needed sun and some enjoyable exercise.

Ah, but that was yesterday. For what did we find upon arising this morning? Six, count them, S-I-X inches of snow and it is supposed to snow again tomorrow.

**Sigh**

What can we expect from you, Dear Mother Nature, when you continually feel the need to flirt with that nasty little Jack Frost?

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How we met

St. Patrick’s Day is the day Tom and I met some 30+ years ago. It is not however the first time we met. Of course, we didn’t know that until a few years after we were married. Heck, we had just had our second child, Brandon, when we discovered we had met before we met. I’ll tell you about that later.

For now I’ll explain how we met on this day 30 some years ago, on Saint Patrick’s day back on Long Island, in New York at the Arby’s restaurant in Port Jefferson Station.

Tom and Glory in Fantasy Divorce Court, p#1

Every time Tom ticks me off I invariably say, “I should divorce you for that!” which invariably makes Tom laugh.

Then he goes off into a fantasy ala Walter Mitty. He wonders what would be the reaction if we did indeed go to divorce court with these frivolous arguments. What follows could be the scenario:

Judge: “All right, why do you want to divorce Tom this time, Glory?” he says in a bored voice (because we’ve been in front of him so often, you see.)

Another murder at the compost pile

      

   

          “Egad!”

          Dr. Phineas Mossmite* nearly jumped out of his very comfortable seat at this unexpected utterance from his long-time friend, current flat-mate and all-round weird dude, West Milford’s  foremost detective Winkle Picot*.

          “Hush, man!” Dr. Phineas Mossmite admonished as he made quite sure the newest copy of the American Medical Association newsletter completely covered  the Hooters and Toochies magazine he had been perusing—and no, he was NOT reading it for the articles. “This is quiet time. Do you seriously want Mrs. Bilgepump to come up here and give you what-for—no doubt with a back-handed smack across the noggin with her ever present cast iron skillet, too!”

He shuddered at the very thought.

Achy Breaky time

T'is a great time of year. It is spring and what do we love about spring? The garden! Oh, yes, so much to do in the garden ...snipping this, that and the other, transplanting, weeding, getting the garden ready for veggies, perennials and annuals. 

Only this is, it is also an achy-breaky time for my back. Ouch! I never hurt until AFTER I am done for the day, come inside and yikes! Why don't I ever hurt while working??? Don't  know.

An irritating time of year

 This is for me an irratating time of year. Yes, I know it's spring now--officially anyway-- and Winter is far worse, but...

Falling in Love with DoTERRA essential oils

I'm in love! No, no, no, not with another guy, so don't worry...I'm keeping Tommy.


I've recently discovered and I love them! 

While on vacation, I met these two lovely ladies, Peggy and Jeanie from Idaho--Idaho of all places! We meet people from all over when on vacation it seems-- and they introduced me to doTERRA essential oils. Well, first they asked me if I had any knowledge of essential oils, which I did NOT, but I did tell them I had a vast knowledge of herbs and medicinal plants, which as it turns out is precisely where essetial oils come from. Well duh! 

Then they asked if there were any health problems I wanted to address, which I would like help for and the first thing that popped into my head was hot flashes. I'm getting those hideous thing all the time now, 10-20 every day and night sweats are horrible, keeping me up most of the night! Well, they let me try some peppermint essential oil on the back of my neck and on the soles of my feet --yes, I thought it was weird to put that on my feet, too-- but it worked...extremely well, in fact. I didn't get a hot flash for nearly 24 hours! YAY!

How to start your own hedge from cuttings

Shrubs for free...YAY!

Oh, the Horror!

I stood in horror as I watched my friend take the clippers to her Forsythia. It had been a nice, though admittedly, a way too big patch of brambles, for her taste anyway. I explained to her that the birds love nesting in that mess, as it provides great cover for them from neighborhood feline fiends, one of which was her own vicious pet. She continued to snip away, thoroughly ignoring my protests,  until the once lovely shrub was barely more than a ball of twigs. It looked horrible.

Sanity questioned.

What I've been doing to relax

I wanted to show you what I've been doing lately as a means to relax in the evenings. It will be no surprise it's not gardening since daylight saving time is done and we're sunk in darkness come 5pm. ~sigh~

Such is life. So suck it up, Buttercup, and just keep going I say.

Christmas coasters.