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Thursday, June 9, 2011

"GOT MULCH?"


“GOT MULCH?”

The other day I realized that I hadn’t bought any mulch for outside for several years. Guess my biggest reasons for not getting it are three-fold: When it rains heavily, the mulch disappears. Those bags are hard to lug around. And it can get expensive.

How did we all become mulch obsessed? When I was little, I never heard of it; no doubt no one else did either. No one used it around plants or trees. No one. Everyone had either trees or shrubs in their yards but flowers were always out in the back yard.  It was a given.  Considered tacky to have flowers out in the front yard!

This went on for years—the plain yard that was easy to take care of except for trimming shrubbery and grass mowing. Then in the seventies came the advent of hanging plants for outside and the macramé phase. Everyone jumped on the bandwagon on macramé hangers for flowers or plants. Either some people learned to macramé or they bought these hangers for plants.  In my case, I bought them.

After this phase, came the doing of clustering potted plants or flowers together on a front porch or sidewalk. Took off like a bang! And then people started using window boxes for flowers—everyone did it if their window ledges were big enough.

I’m not really sure when the mulch phase started but am guessing about fifteen years ago or maybe a little more. If a person didn’t have mulch around all shrubbery or plants, he or she was outnumbered. And the craze only got worse.

Face it:  Some people are just plain mulch addicts. And so are people who own businesses: They hire people to put down tons of mulch around shrubbery and trees.  It’s expensive and has to be added to for mulch fades and/or disappears over a period of time. Granted it looks nice but who started this mulch craze? Have no idea.

As for me got mulch? That would be a no. I am worn out with it. Real nature doesn’t have mulch around plants or trees—never have seen it in the woods ever. But if anyone sees it there, then know that a mulch addict has been there perpetuating the craze.

Sherry Hill

"RED FLOWERS ON HILL"



"RED FLOWERS ON HILL"

Amid the mess, here is one of my paintings: I used acrylic. Inspiration came from a cheap picture I found at one of those stores where things don't cost much. I was intrigued by the red flowers when I saw that painting since red is my favorite color--first thing I noticed.

This painting went through a lot of changes: There is much underneath it. Sometimes I get disgusted and paint over what I already painted. As you can plainly see there are more paintings stacked up behind and in front of this one: I'm one of those stackers. Not a good thing but true!

After I finally finished this painting, I felt like it was time to quit on it for I liked the composition far better than when I started on it. If you paint, I'd love to hear your feedback: Are you like me in painting over a painting because you don't like what you decided to do to it?

Sherry Hill

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

"IT'S RAINING CATS AND DOGS!"


"IT'S RAINING CATS AND DOGS!"


I have no idea where this expression came from or how it started but I've heard it all of my life. Am sure that it stunned a lot of little kids and made them go outside to see if it really was raining cats and dogs!
Yesterday where I live the rain was coming down in torrents. Really bad storm with high wind as well.

Only cat and dog I saw were my own and luckily for them, they were inside. And so was I.

Every year when I taught school [second grade,] I'd ask my students about this expression: They all knew it but a lot always questioned it. Best thing I did was to explain that it meant it was really pouring the rain. And I'd have them draw a picture of cats and dogs falling in  the rain.  Those pictures were hilarious: Kept a lot of them for years.

If you hear the expression "It's raining cats and dogs" and don't know what that means, I hope you do now. And no need to look outside for the real things. They won't be there.

Sherry Hill
 

"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"

“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!”

To all of you fathers/ dads out there: Happy Father’s Day! Know how much you are appreciated by your loved ones. To all of you reading this, all of us had dad or we wouldn’t be here obviously. As for my dad, I only got to live with him for seven years for I didn’t get to see him till I was five and my parents got divorced when I as twelve.

But in those short seven years he gave me so much. He gave me the love of the outdoors as he took me swimming, fishing and hunting with him; taught me how to play horseshoes too. I could probably have beaten most of you readers for he taught me how to curve the horseshoe. [Not up on my horseshoe skills now at all.]

Aside from those teachings, he also gave me the gift of acceptance of others and for that I will always be truly grateful. He came from a huge family in Illinois where most of his ancestors were farmers or the like. But he [along with his other siblings] set his goals high along with some of his brothers: They opened up the first body building studio ever in Hollywood, California. Do know that prior he attended college for two years and while working at the studio, got drafted. Served nine years in the army.

His love of the outdoors, acceptance of others and his personality made him one great dad. In retrospect, I just wish I could have spent more time with him:  Guess we all wish that who are children of divorced parents. I lost him nineteen years ago and found out through his sister, my aunt, that he had died. The shock was unbearable. And now I find myself questioning this and that as I guess most do who have lost a father—and those questions will never be answered.

He had remarried long ago. What I have that belonged to him are his favorite cufflinks, a pen and my memories. The tangible is not much but the “gifts” he gave me can’t be measured for they are a part of me. And I am so grateful to have had him for a dad. When I was born, he mailed a record to my mom for me: “Daddy’s Little Girl.” Still have that 45 record. When I hear it at weddings I attend, can’t help but cry for I was his little girl. All of us were daddy’s little girl or boy. Cherish that. And be grateful for what your dad gave you—far more than the gift of life. Far more. Love. And oh how I loved him!

Sherry Hill

Check out on you tube Al Martino's "Daddy's Little Girl"

Sunday, June 5, 2011

"ANSWERING MACHINES BUG ME!"


“ANSWERING MACHINES BUG ME!”

As we progress day by day with more technology, the everlasting answering machine on phones is still there. And it really bugs me! Yes, I have an answering machine and don’t leave it on much—that bothers my friends a lot. I like caller id for I can tell who has called and always return a call if I can.

But there are people who leave on their answering machines with that recording and even if you leave a message, they never call back! Hello! They can see who has called them. Maybe I’m wrong but I think it’s rude. What if I had an emergency, left a message and still didn’t hear back from that person? I realize that there are times when a person can't talk, is sick or just plain doesn't feel like talking. Trust me, I have been like that myself lots of times.

Sad that our lives have come to this for some people just don’t have time—why is their life so busy? Granted most work, multi-task, have families and relatives but seem to have no time to return a call. When I worked, had my sons at home, I returned calls. But wait—this is 2011.  And it doesn’t look like calls are going to be returned much at all. Sad!  It’s the “Me” generation now and that is a far swing from when I was a young adult. As I write this, my answering machine is not turned on: It may never be again. Something to think about!

Sherry Hill

"COMFORT"


“COMFORT”

Comfort has a lot of meanings—it could be something that you put over you such as a throw but the most used meaning of this word is to give solace or make someone feel better. All of us need comfort in our lives and when we don’t get it, it makes matters far worse.
Since I am on facebook, I have seen a lot of friends reach out for comfort in the way of a prayer, a hope or just to get help. And the friends respond and care. Whether some follow through is a different matter but I may never know. But at least they reach out.
You never know how much you can do to comfort someone who is lonely, grieving over the death of a loved one or desperately needs attention; all you have to do is offer some words of comfort or be there to give it.
Such a small gesture but oh how important it is. Comfort can be words, a big warm hug, a phone call or an email—just reach out and give some when needed. Not only will the person who needs it be grateful but you will feel better after giving it. Trust me as there have been times when I needed comfort so much and was fortunate to receive it. And I count myself lucky.

Sherry Hill

Saturday, June 4, 2011

"THREE BALD EAGLES ON A NEST"


“THREE  BALD EAGLES ON A NEST”

I’ve been watching these three since they hatched and it was from a friend that I found out about them—for these eagles are on UStream in Decorah, Iowa and it’s online. The web cam was put there by Bob Anderson for his job is observing bald eagles; he not only observes but operates the web cam at times and records data. This is his project and he graciously let us in to watch.
Imagine watching them closely as they are 80 feet up in the air on their nest: It’s an experience that over 100 million have witnessed. These three “juvies” have the best parents ever: They are diligent, caring and would give their lives for their babies if they had to. On chat, I have learned just about every term that applies to bald eagles from “mantling” to a “nicitating” eye lid.
No doubt some people don’t watch this and they have missed the experience of a lifetime for it is as like watching young babies with their parents: There is the desire on the babies’ part to be snuggled, fed and cared for. Week by week they have become observant of their surroundings and are curious. And week by week, you can see the change in their faces—for they are on the nest with no where to go and they are becoming more curious every day. Their wings have grown from almost nothing to a wing span of five feet. They flap their wings, hop and sleep a lot. Sleep comes after they have been fed fish or some animals by their parents and this produces a “food coma.”
First mom and dad fed each eaglet by mouth with tiny pieces of fish; this went on for weeks and weeks. At this point, dad drops off a fish and there is a scramble among the three to retrieve and eat the fish. And usually one gets it and eats it whole! Meanwhile, the other two look up in desperation for dad to drop off more fish and he always does. If one “juvie” doesn’t get any fish, dad makes sure to feed it himself, sometimes taking bites for himself.
During all kinds of weather from snow at the beginning of their birth to pouring rain this past week, mom and dad have protected these three. Usually it’s mom who stays with them during inclement weather and prior, she had stretched out her wings for coverage. But now the juvies are too big to fit underneath mom and so one or two will stick its head underneath her feathers. First of the week, it was pouring the rain and there stood mom getting drenched [but her feathers are waterproof as are all full grown bald eagles as well as the juvies now] but determined to keep her babies safe.
The juvies are hopping high and exercising their huge wings at this point—sometimes hitting another one in the face while doing so. The nest is over six feet wide and it’s getting crowded now and more so when mom and dad join them. Rest assured that the nest is strong as it weighs about one thousand pounds and is 80 feet up in a cottonwood tree! And day and night, mom and dad are always close by in another tree: They do not leave these babies alone. But they are letting them sleep alone more now so that they will become independent—for that is how nature is.
As a watcher [along with millions] it is so hilarious to see a juvie see itself in the metal casing of the web cam! One will stare and stare and you can come to believe that it is staring at you: The camera is that close. And what faces they have—so inquisitive and so cute.
By the fourth of July or maybe sooner, they will start to fledge and that means flying. But first they will do branching which means that they will jump from branch to branch first before they get their wings ready for a real flight. And no, they will not resemble their parents for they won’t get their white heads, yellow beaks or yellow eyes till they are four or five years old.
For the millions of us watching this unbelievable experience, it is a once in a lifetime chance to witness the birth and growth of these three bald eagles as well as their caring and beautiful parents.
When they finally take flight and leave the nest, I along with millions, will be thrilled and saddened at the same time for I have bonded with them even if it is in a vicarious way. When they soar for the last time, my heart will be with them forever. And I will forever be grateful for this awesome experience to have been there from the start of this wonderful viewing of birth, life and the entire bald eagle living process.
Rob McIntyre, the president of Raptor Resoure Project, passed away  while attempting to help a neighbor in Minnesota after the horrible tornado. He suffered a fatal heart attack. And his passing created a huge void with those he was associated with in the project. Didn’t know him but had seen his photos and information on the Raptor Resource Project home page online and he had spent his life working with bald eagles.
Rest assured that when these three juvie bald eagles take off, Rob’s spirit will be flying with them in the form of an eagle: How could it not?
I’d like to thank everyone including RRP and UStream for providing this unique experience for letting us all be right there in the nest—even if we are looking at it on a computer monitor. I’ve learned so much, witnessed so much and laughed when chatters write a post till I think that I am definitely an “eagleholic:” No, I don’t think it. I know I am one. Kudos to the moderators who selfishly are giving their time to keep order and civility on the live chat: You guys rock. And kudos to Bob Anderson who has panned the camera so much so that we can get views that are breathtaking.
If you’re out and about, don’t look down.  Look up! You may just catch the site of a bald eagle soaring above you and you will be witnessing a miracle in feathers. This raptor is the top of the food chain with only man being its enemy—they are nationally protected by law. And well they should be. And also well that they are our national symbol—freedom, strength and majesty is what America stands for and so does the bald eagle.

Sherry Hill