What a Difference a Week Can Make

We had about 1.5 inches of rain in my neck of Colorado earlier this week. After the first moisture, the lawns started to green up, leaves sprang out on the trees, and something that I’ve been waiting for years actually happened:

I have a stalk of edible asparagus!! Not a thin, nearly indigestible green stick, but a nice-sized stalk. I had the most wonderful asparagus bed at my old house, but never had a place in the new yard until I had some raised beds built. For ten years I have tried to get an asparagus bed started, but they either didn’t come up or the deer or some other varmint ate them off at the ground until they died in despair. No longer am I asparagus bereft. I have another couple of stalks poking their heads up and at this rate may have enough for a meal in another two or three years. Gardeners are eternal optimists.

Other things are blooming and look lovely, but I was especially impressed with my neighbor’s magnolia bushes, which are hardier than magnolia trees in this area:

This neighbor is an amazing artist, and she has hosted regional garden tours. I get to see the front yard show for free every day while walking my dog. I feel flattered when she comments on anything in my yard!

So, I had a big birthday a couple of weeks ago (Big enough to qualify for a federally-funded insurance program!) and my great-niece and nephew picked this present out for me:

My great-niece is an animal rights activist, and she assured me that no squirrels were hurt while eating out of this feeder. I nearly laughed myself into stitches watching videos of various squirrels “becoming magical”. I am going to find a good place to hang it and set up a camera to record the fun. If I get anything remotely as good, I will post it here! Thanks Izzy and Ari for making me laugh like a kid again!

Well, now it’s time to talk about the less good things that we saw in the last couple of weeks.

Unless this is a squirrel feeder, I just don’t get it:

If it’s supposed to be a plushy trophy to hang on your wall, well that’s sort of like shooting Babar, which would just be wrong! If it’s supposed to be a pillow, well, it doesn’t look particularly comfortable, does it? As a toy I’m concerned about what kind of messaging this plushy sends—heads are toys!? Well, I never! It’s just a fail and a mystery at the same time. Kathy and I might need to set up a test group consisting of kids to see what they do with these “toys”.

For some reason, the thrift store isn’t shelving stuff very fast. It sits in bins at the ends of aisles. It could be a work force problem, but it’s like treasure hunting in the bad old days of Goodwill’s 99 cent room:

Describing this as a treasure is just plain wrong—unless we view all blog fodder as a treasure! It took a while to take in the whole scene displayed on this slice of wood. Maybe a new angle will help:

but I doubt it. I am thinking that the whole mess started with someone getting a metal figurine of a person panning for gold which inspired the scene. Or maybe they found the metallic rock (pyrite, also known as “fool’s gold”) and started down the craft road that ended here. I had to laugh at the Conestoga wagon which is just a tidge small in scale, or the dried flowers which are supposed to be landscape plants. I think that stream probably doesn’t have any more gold in it than my bathtub; most panning streams that I’ve seen at least have a few rocks and some faster-looking water. But the maker wasn’t shy about owning their work:

I’m pretty sure it says, “By Vicki” but I would love it if the creator went by “Big Vicki”. For some reason that would make me laugh—embrace your eccentricity! BTW, the thrift store doesn’t think much of this diorama; $2.99 is their basement bargain price.

For some reason I did choose some other crafty horrors for this post:

I’m not sure what is going on with this fabric. In what world, would any curtain, dress, bedspread, placemat, or whatever they were thinking of making, be improved by the lace and trim? I’m sure you can’t appreciate the whole without a close up:

It looks sort of 1970-ish trying to copy the peasant look, badly. You can see that they got no further than using pinking shears on the edge before coming to their senses. It would make a good darkroom curtain that never saw the light of day.

I have one more bad thing to show you, and then there is something goodish. I believe in ripping off the Band-Aid, and then having a bowl of ice cream:

We spent too much time discussing what kind of creature this is supposed to be. At first we thought maybe a mangy bear, or maybe a bear that was injured, sedated, and shaved; or we have to assume that the artist just isn’t that good at drawing … fur or anything really. Then we were thinking it was a freak of nature, or some sort of monster. A passerby thought it was a wolverine. If so it has rabies, and also had its left shoulder shaved. The more I look at it, the more it looks like a werewolf just finishing its transformation. The more pressing issue is why this is still surviving from 1965? No one has tried to start a fire in 50 plus years?

Last up is a vintage Enesco planter:

It’s pretty sweet; I wonder if the boy that got it many moons ago appreciated the flowers while recovering from appendicitis, or a broken leg. The boy’s face is very like the Summer Intern when he was a fresh-faced youth with those rosy cheeks. Now-a-days, it’s hard to see our little helper in the tall man who still occasionally goes shopping with us—as long as we behave ourselves with no singing and dancing!

Thanks for reading along. I hope all the mothers out there have a lovely Mother’s Day!

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2 Responses to What a Difference a Week Can Make

  1. Sandra Magle says:

    AW, the diorama by Vicki might have been a school project. When you first study the states of America teacher’s often assign each student a project from a state or two. I had Pennsylvania and Colorado….and they had to be on or in a shoe box, to make a ‘train’. I’m afraid mine looked exactly like this one with a stream a miner and a wagon. In this context I would give that kid an A+ for using natural materials and doing Colorado, I guess that is just the art teacher in me…grins, Sandi

    • kathy & deb says:

      Thanks Sandi for your teacher’s point of view—it never occurred to me that it might have been a school project. If it was, then I’ll have to redo the whole grade because it’s a good attempt for a kid on a kid’s budget! We never did things like that in school; it would have been a fun project, but the Nuns’ weren’t ones for fun! Happy Mother’s Day!

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