The Happy Gardener

Since (yes, yes, I am aware that it is not right to start a sentence, let alone a new blog post with "since" but then it's my blog ha ha ) I just finished re-watching "Lord of the Rings" - this time the extended edition of the DVDs - over the past week, and re-affirmed that it is one of the best stories I've read, I decided to pay tribute to Tolkien by using random words from His books as the titles to my posts. Thank you, great sire! Your creativity completely overwhelmed me while I read the books and has blessed many an idle afternoon of mine with its ample food for thought and daydreaming. From Fangorn to Lothlorien to Ithilien, from Rohan to Mordor to Gondor, I've pondered some happy hours away. Seriously, if someone finds a portal to Middle Earth, it would be a sin to not let me know. On another note, Corningware entered my life, full of promise, but now it seems like it will come to naught. I finally decided to move past my old grad student-like t

I've seen some recent comments on my running and since I do mention it quite a bit in my blog, I've decided to throw some light on it. The whole thing is pretty rummy. You know how every one has a thing? Well, I've somehow decided that running is my thing. I don't think I've convinced the whole gang, though. My shins, for one, couldn't agree less. But such is life. You give and you do, you do and you give and you still cannot make your shins happy. Just got back from a nice improv show and a yummy dessert in the city. Having realized that it is very late and that if I stayed up much longer, I might not be able to fall asleep, I promptly decided to open up my laptop, wrestle with Macafee for control over it(the said laptop), and blog instead of going to bed. All thanks again, of course, to the fact that I came up with the title for the blog and had to post it ASAP. I need a good book. It's been a while since I really got hooked to a book and I miss that. I pi

P had the right word for the weather. Menopausal. First, it was almost 60 degrees over the weekend. Such good weather that we spent a few happy hours at a nearby bay armed with just sweatshirts. And this evening, when I walk to my car, I find a good few inches of snow on my car. I have whined about this before - after 6 miles of running, you just do not want to indulge in some fun snow cleaning. The weather gods are daft. And then I had to work industriously at the sink to build the little mountain of clean dishes. I have two tiny containers with food that I cooked on Sunday but a whole boat load of dishes to clean from that effort. Some one has got to explain this to me. But no matter. I am still happy. They (with a capital T) moved the clock over the weekend and we have more hours of daylight. Wheeeeeeeee! And now, to make sure I don't sleep walk through the (seemingly) longer days, it is time to turn in. And so to bed.

I finally got around to finishing that poem that I'd written the outline for years ago when I was living in the Sunburnt South. Go read the poem and have a good night while I go off hunting for that which shall be a balm for my sore eyes. Summer Conversations On a sunny afternoon with a lush, warm breeze, I try to eavesdrop on the wind chimes and the oak tree. The tinkling greeting an eager melody The answering rustle measured and steady. My own breath tries to join in only to be drowned in by the playful wind. I tilt up my face to the blazing sky and the summer is trapped within my eyes Silken threads of the sun weave their patterns across my face As I lie in wakeful sleep and time takes on a different pace Drunk on sunshine warm and drowsy, I let the hours slip away in this idle company. The afternoon shafts slowly turn to pastel hues The amber river is now a myriad shades of blue. The chimes are softer, only a murmur to the moon just whispered tales of a late summer noon.

I am back ... baby!(Costanza style). After the Cali vacations and the bouts of nasty colds and deadlines, all is well with the world and I return to the blogging world. How has everyone been ? I simply have to share my joy. Yesterday, I drove to work with the windows down in my car. The temperature was in the high 50s and there was a pleasant breeze. It is Feb and I live in Massachusetts! It took every ounce of self control not to break into a song as I walked to my office from the parking lot. Of course, here is what weather.com has to say abt tomorrow, er today, well Sunday : A WINTER STORM WATCH REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM SUNDAY EVENING THROUGH MONDAY AFTERNOON. WHILE LIGHT SNOW OR SLEET BRUSHES PORTIONS OF SOUTHERN NEW ENGLAND SUNDAY... A MORE SIGNIFICANT STORM APPEARS LIKELY FOR SUNDAY NIGHT INTO AT LEAST MID TO LATE MORNING MONDAY. It is Feb and I live in Massachusetts. I guess those plans I had of going to the city tomorrow and bumming around there will have to be shelved. Instead,