Phishing in my Pajamas

| Flower Roberts

Attention: Blogger friends

I need your help.

I have finished a book about my daughter’s life with epilepsy.

We have a blog “Seizure Mama and Rose.”

I am releasing stories from the book onto the blog to find our audience.

Could you PLEASE share the link with anyone you know

whose life has been affected by EPILEPSY.

I need to hear from them.

This is my mission, not my hobby.

https://seizuremama.wordpress.com

I have spent many mornings at my desk in my pajamas

phishing and dropping the link,

wishing I had some folks to help me.

Then I thought of all you guys. My blogger friends! Who better to find folks?

I know that should have been obvious, kind of like throwing the ball at the pins.

FLOW is slow!

Thanks for helping us,

FLOWER

Who’s Been Stealing My Compost?

| Flower Roberts

I try to be a responsible Earthling.

I reuse and recycle as much as possible.

I count on my compost to replenish the soil in my gardens.

It’s one of my three dirty secrets.

My Three Dirty Secretshttps://floweralley.org/2017/10/14/my-three-dirty-secrets/

So I do not take kindly to some critter helping itself to my stash of organic trash.

This has happened twice recently, so I set up the critter camera to catch the culprit.

The sneaky stealer is to the left behind the white bucket.

Opossum at compost, wrong date , really Jan. 2019

An opossum.

I had so hoped for a raccoon!  They are much more interesting.

You get what you get.

FLOW

Life Lessons in a Bowling Alley

| Flower Roberts

My family went bowling over the holidays,

the four cousins and two aunts and two uncles together.

I am a bad bowler. I used to be better, but something happened.

I watched my niece nonchalantly throw the ball at the pins which then fell down.

My dreaded turn came over and over.

I carefully aligned myself with the little brown arrows in my lane,

then watched the ball wobble toward the pins.

A few pins fell down, if I was lucky.

My score for the first game was embarrassing. (Up on the screen with my face!)

“How do you do that? ” I asked my niece.  She made it look so easy.

“I look at the pins and throw the ball at them.” she replied with a puzzled look.

FLOWER had been focusing on the floor.

I only looked at the pins after I let go of the ball,  when it was too late to matter.

My scores began to climb because I started looking at the target.

Keep your eye on the pins and throw the ball at them.

So simple!

Why didn’t I think of that?

FLOW/Aunt B

The Oldest Ornament

| Flower Roberts

We have certain Christmas traditions in my family.

At my house my whole family decorates our tree together.

Each person has a box of their own ornaments.

As we place these on the tree we talk about where each came from.

Some were made in school.  Some were gifts from family or friends.

My ornament is the oldest.

I made it in Mr. G’s class in the sixth grade.

Mary has a styrofoam head and is wearing a gown of light blue felt. Baby Jesus is a clothespin.

This precious ornament used to hang on my parents’ tree.

My children decorate their tree while we are there on Christmas Eve. Mom and my two children are in charge of the tree,

while my husband and dad grill the steaks.

Mary made it to my house when my two children were old enough to appreciate her.

When she is placed on the tree each year, I again tell that my twelve-year-old hands made this treasure.

I would like for Mr. G to know that I am still “Singing My Song”.

Now my songs involve a camera and computer.

Almost eleven thousand people from all over the world have heard me “sing” this year.

Thanks for helping an awkward, adolescent girl find her voice.

Bless you Mr G..

FLOWER

 

What is a Chrismon?

| Flower Roberts

The term Chrismon is a combination of two words, Christ and Monogram.

The original Chrismon ornaments were designed by Frances Kipps Spencer in 1957.

She gave her designs to Ascension Lutheran Church of Danville Virginia.

The original designs are patented.  I am not sure which of the ornaments shown are official “Chrismons.”

Holy Trinity Lutheran Church in Troutman, North Carolina has the most beautiful Chrismon tree that I have ever seen.

Years ago I was involved  in making some of these ornaments with our pastor’s wife, Rosalind.

We drove to an official Chrismon supply store. The special wire was cut, the beads were counted. These were not the buy-by-the-bag materials. The beads had names and numbers.  Templates had to be followed with precision.  Each had its own list of materials.

I was more of a glitter and glue girl back then.(Still am.) I only completed ONE ornament, and that took several weeks.

When you see a Chrismon tree in a Lutheran church.

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Take a closer look.  The details of these ornaments have meaning. Some include the secret symbols of early Christians.  Greek letters have meanings, also. The gold represents majesty and the white stands for purity.

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Cross and Crown
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Serpent lifted up
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Communion Chalice, Christ’s blood
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Grains and the cross
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Bell, God’s word
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Butterfly, resurrection
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Alpha Omega, beginning and end
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Lamp, light, word of God
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Rose, Virgin Mary

I always look forward to seeing this tree in our lovely sanctuary.

Along with our Nativity scene waiting for the baby to arrive.

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PEACE

Rescued Baby Grows Up

| Flower Roberts

In one of my previous posts, I shared that I felt compelled

to rescue some holiday plants left abandoned in a big box store.

These living things were piled among the other left over holiday decorations.

Not only that, these babies were covered in glitter and glue.

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I love glitter and glue when it comes to decaupaging things,

but I do not consider it an appropriate decoration for plants.

I brought home some particularly pitiful, abused Norfolk Island pines.

I am happy to report that after much tender loving, cleaning and care

this baby is now big enough to decorate.

Not with more glitter and glue, but with little lights and tiny balls.

Hooray for Post-Holiday Plant Rescue!

Mission Accomplished.  Merry Christmas

FLOWER

Desperate Deer

| Flower Roberts

There is nothing like a good snow to let you know

what goes on in your yard while you are not looking.

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The tracks tell the tales of who did what, where.

This last snow confirmed what we all ready suspected.

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The deer are desperate for food.

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They devoured all those rogue Kwanso daylilies on the bank during the snow.

Now they are eating the iris

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and the azaleas

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and Mondo grass

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and even the Holly ferns.

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Feed them Flower, you may think.  Save those desperate deer.

What am I going to do?

Nothing.  I have done too much all ready.

I have filled my yard with juicy vegetation

which keeps the females fat and fertile.

A female feasts.  A female fattens.  The doe goes into estrus.

Next she is pregnant and eating for two or three.

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Then she is a hungry nursing mother.

Soon the fawns need my flowers, too.

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Now, we have a hungry herd.

Feed them?  So the cycle can repeat again?  So the herd can get even bigger?

To slow down this cycle, there must be limited food.

I have made this artificial environment.

I am not Mother Nature. I have upset the balance.

So I must let them destroy my gardens,

until they eat it down and go away or stop reproducing.

FLOW

The Talking Bear

| Flower Roberts

The North Carolina Arboretum wasn’t just twinkling lights last weekend.

There was also Buck and Bear drama in a life-sized, wildlife diorama.

These two animals had the speaking parts in the play about nature’s ways..

The old buck was reminding the young cub how to prepare a bed for hibernation.

The cub had forgotten what he and his mother had done to prepare for last year’s winter rest.

Bears make themselves a mattress to sleep on out of twigs, vines and leaves.

There were cameo appearances from some smaller stars. These included owls, raccoons, skunks and chipmunks.

There was even a wild rabbit.

I really wanted to crawl over the railing and pet these precious creatures.

The folks at the North Carolina Arboretum foresaw this urge.

There was a row of little bears outside the railing also watching the performance,

so that children (or crazy women) could sit beside them and pet them.

Because it’s really hard to resist a baby bear,

especially one that talks.

FLOWER

(This is in the NC Arboretum building near the fountain. The display is in a large room to the left of the lobby. We would have missed it, had not a worker in the gift shop told us about it.  The short show is a must-see for children.)