Flowering Quince

Our Flowering Quince bushes bloom anytime from December to March, and this year they began to bud in February.  By yesterday, the last day of the month, the buds had opened, and the blooms look lovely in our never-ending rain.

 

 

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Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Tender Moments

Tender moments at Mrs. Dee’s 100th birthday party (She’s now 103 years old.)

Mrs. Dee's 100th

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Sheltered

After days and days of rain there finally was sunshine today, although there also were high winds.  Everything is battered and sodden, including newly emerging plants.

However, one crocus plant protected by a small rock ledge withstood the heavy downpours…

Sheltered crocus

 

The crocuses that weren’t sheltered look a little worse for wear…

Flattened crocus

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At the feeder: Cardinals

Cardinals come to the feeder every day and sit in the bushes waiting their turn.

Cardinal 5

Cardinal 7

Song Lyric Sunday Theme: Mountain – “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”

“Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
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Ain’t No Mountain High Enough was a hit single for Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell in 1967, was recorded again in 1968 by Diana Ross and the Supremes, and became a hit again in 1970 when recorded by Diana Ross as a solo artist minus the Supremes.

British singer Dusty Springfield had wanted to be the first to record the song, but songwriters Nickolas Ashford & Valerie Simpson declined to give it to her, opting instead to go with the Gaye/Terrell version on the Tamla label which was a division of Motown.

The Gaye/Terrell version was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999. Diana Ross’s solo version led to her receiving a Grammy nomination for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance in 1970.

 

 

 

Listen baby, ain’t no mountain high
Ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wide enough baby
If you need me call me no matter where you are
No matter how far don’t worry baby
Just call my name I’ll be there in a hurry
You don’t have to worry

‘Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Remember the day I set you free
I told you you could always count on me darling
From that day on, I made a vow
I’ll be there when you want me
Some way, some how

‘Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Oh no darling
No wind, no rain
Or winter’s cold can stop me baby, na na baby
‘Cause you are my goal
If you’re ever in trouble
I’ll be there on the double
Just send for me, oh baby, ha

My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I’ll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Don’t you know that there

Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe

Don’tcha know that there
Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
Ain’t mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough

Songwriters: Nickolas Ashford / Valerie Simpson

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

 

 

This song would have worked for last week’s theme, too. I missed that one.  It was river.

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Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Made by Humans

Sculpture by Michael Naranjo

Known as The Artist Who Sees With His Hands, Native American sculptor Michael Naranjo lost his eyesight and the full use of one hand as the result of a grenade explosion during the Vietnam War.  In spite of his injuries, for decades he has been creating bronze sculptures with a trademark matte black patina.  Naranjo lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I had the privilege of viewing his work a few years ago at the Booth Museum of Western Art in Cartersville, Georgia.

Michael Naranjo exhibit

 

Flute player

He's My Brother

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“Michael’s work gives people a sense of hope and healing… his story helps us all to realize that anything is possible and that we can all follow our dreams.”  (Shanan Campbell Wells)

 

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At the feeder: Blue jay

Blue Jay at the feeder

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“What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?”  (David Attenborough)

At the feeder: Red-bellied woodpecker

Lots of red-bellied woodpeckers at the feeder this season.  Or it is the same one coming back every day?

 

The turtleneck on the porch

I love to wear warm, cozy turtlenecks in the winter and wanted to purchase a new one this season.   I finally found one on sale on the website of a very reputable clothing company from which I have purchased several items over the years, and I ordered it. But what an unpleasant surprise when it arrived!

The turtleneck had a terrible odor. A strong, chemical odor. An I-can’t-quite-describe-it-or-place-it odor. It was horrible. I decided to try airing it out and hung it up, but the stink was so bad it began to spread through the house. So I washed the turtleneck, in cold water as the instructions advised, but after being washed it smelled even worse.

It couldn’t be hung up to dry inside.  The stench was “driving us out of house and home.” So I hung it on the front porch in the freezing cold and left it out there for 4 days. To no avail.

Turtleneck on the porch

In the end I wrote a very uncomplimentary review on the company’s website and returned the sweater. As it turned out, other people had written similar reviews. Will I get my money back? I don’t know, especially since I did wash the sweater. I’m just glad to get it out of my house.

 

 

 

Song Lyric Sunday Theme: Ocean/Sea/Lake/Bay – “(Sittin’ on) The Dock of the Bay”

“I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide, roll away
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

Dock of the Bay

Soul singer Otis Redding began writing the lyrics to Dock of the Bay in 1967 while on a rented houseboat in Sausalito, California.  Stax Records producer Steve Cropper, who also was a guitarist for the group Booker T. and the M.G.s, helped Redding complete the lyrics and the music.

The song was recorded that same year, just days before Reddings’ death in a plane crash.  At the Stax Records studio Cropper mixed the song, adding the sounds of seagulls and waves crashing against the shore.  Released in 1968, Dock of the Bay became the first posthumous single ever to rise to the top of the charts in the U.S.

 

Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watchin’ the ships roll in
Then I watch ’em roll away again

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide, roll away
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time

I left my home in Georgia
And I headed for the Frisco Bay
‘Cause I’ve got nothin’ to live for
Looks like nothin’s gonna come my way, so

I’m just come sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time

Looks like nothin’s gonna change
Everything seems to stay the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same

I’m sittin’ here restin’ my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone
This two thousand miles I roamed
Just to make this dock my home
Now I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay

Watchin’ the tide roll away
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
I’m wastin’ time

Songwriters: Steve Cropper / Otis Redding

(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group

 

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