One day, a year ago or so, a man turned up at my office and asked if he could clean our windows. He said he would clean the windows inside and out for $10.00, and he would do it twice a month. I not only liked the idea that I would not have to clean the windows but I loved the idea of a guy and his wife getting a boots on the ground business started. I happily accepted and he has been cleaning our windows twice a month since then.
He also shares my passion for gardening and pets and we often discuss both as he is cleaning the windows. Recently he asked me if I had any Moon Flowers in my garden and I told him no. I also told him that I knew what they were because I had listened to a local radio station and a man on there announced to everyone that he had Moon Flowers blooming and anyone with a lawn chair and an hour or so was welcome to come out to his yard and watch them blooming. I was fascinated. I Googled it of course and was blown away by the way these flowers bloom.
So Frank my window cleaner said that his Mom had a ton of Moon Flowers in her garden and he would be happy to gift me one. Last week I came back from court and there was a large pot with a plant in it outside my office door. I brought it home and put it with the other containers in my driveway and promptly forgot about it. This morning I noticed that it had bloomed overnight and realized that this evening I had to be out there to see it happening. Frank had told me that I needed to look for an “Okra looking thing” on the stem, which would then become a bloom. I noticed one this evening while taking out the trash and went inside to get my Bloggie recorder. By the time I had got back outside the thing had bloomed. There was another bud that looked like a likely candidate so I sat there in the driveway with my Bloggie and waited.
I have to say I was blown away. I had heard about these things but I never thought that they would live up to expectations. I was completely and utterly wrong. They really do bloom in front of your eyes in real time. It is amazing. I would love to show you my Bloggie video that I took this evening but unfortunately my computer and my Bloggie are having a falling out right now so it is not possible. I will however link to this, which is exactly what I witnessed this evening.
If you have never witnessed a Moon Flower opening I urge you to do so, it is truly a sight to behold.
I have always been in awe of my Mum. She was deserted by her philanderer of a husband in the 60s with two kids under five to raise on her own. Her parents had both passed before I was born and therefore she was basically on her own. As I have told before she rented a small two up and two down house (with an outside toilet) until she saved up the princely sum of 5 pounds as a down payment on a house. She was on the Brit equivalent of welfare but still worked 40 hours a week as a cook at the local university cafeteria to be allowed to earn a pittance above her welfare check. (Whatever she was given in welfare was deducted from her paycheck per week, whatever was left she was allowed to keep). Her mortgage was 4 pounds 18 pence a month. She paid 5 pounds in order to get it paid off quicker. We were clothed from thrift stores, I earned money sweeping the front of the local store, we picked left over veggies from the weekend market, and collected left over coal from the trucks turning at the top of the hill.
And you know what? I never went hungry. I never felt that I was not dressed appropriately because Mum had a sewing machine and if hot pants were in fashion then she could make them for me. I remember when crocheted ponchos were in fashion my mum got out her needle and all her bits of spare wool and made me one. It was my own “coat of many colors” that I was so proud of.
Several years ago she sold the house that she put a 5 pounds down payment on for one hundred and sixty five thousand pounds. I’d say she did well for a mill girl from Carnforth. My Mum rocks!
The pets in my house get treats every morning. The cats get their evaporated milk (kitty crack as I call it) and the dogs get a bone of some description. This morning they were both given a split pig’s foot. Skeeter, as usual, placed his on the last step of the staircase and proceeded to demolish it. Flossie scooted out of the dog door with hers and I assumed she ate it outside or more likely she had buried it as is her wont. I was right what Flossie had done (which is just so Flossie), was bury it so that she could dig it up later, then rebury it and so on and so on so she can keep digging it up all day.
She has been in and out of the house periodically with the ever more filthy pigs foot in her mouth. The first time it had just a light dusting of dirt and leaves on it, the second time it was totally covered in black soil, the third time it was coated with not only the black soil but had a healthy cover of large leaves as well. I would provide a photo but “someone” ate my camera battery charger. You have to give it to her, whereas Skeeter only got pleasure out of his bone in the morning, Flossie has had the benefit of it all day. I liken it to children and Halloween Candy, there is always one that gorges on all the candy all at once and always another one who stashes it away to eat later. Flossie is the stash it away and eat it later child. As we speak she has dug it up for I believe the last time and is now eating it, I suppose she figures that she will get a new bone in the morning so she better dispose of this one now.
I have to point out that she not only does this with bones but with pretty much anything I give her. More often than not when I am left with the last crust of a loaf of bread I will break it in two and give the dogs half each. Skeeter will eat his immediately, Flossie will inevitably bury hers somewhere. If she is feeling adventurous she will take it outside, however if she can’t be bothered to do that she will simply turn around and bury it in the cat litter box. It is not unusual for me to see her carrying around a sawdust covered crust of bread several hours later. Like I said, she is weird.