Mystery Flower #13

As I mentioned in last Friday’s post, there is an invasive plant that is trying to take over my violets’ turf. I have been unable to identify it, and I suppose that means it’s a good subject for a Mystery Flower.

I thought I had a nice picture of this plant from a year or two ago, but I could not find it. I did find a picture in which it appeared, though. This is what the mystery flower looks like when it’s growing in the ground and awaiting some apian companionship.

War 3

Mystery Flower, bee-friended

This is what it looks like when you’ve pulled it out, put it on the table, and let the cat sniff at it.

War 4

And here is a closeup.

War 5

I still can’t imagine what this could be except ground ivy. This article about ground ivy (a.k.a. creeping charlie) makes me almost certain, because it says the leaves can be purplish and that the plant can grow up to a couple of feet tall. Of course, if I’m right, my chances of being rid of it are small, because I also read somewhere that manual removal is rarely successful.

Do you know what this plant is?

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SITY: This Means War

This plant, whatever it is, spreads fast.

War 1

It’s not terribly ugly. I actually like its purplish foliage and bright blue flowers. But it’s taking over my violets’ turf. That’s not acceptable. And it spreads by runner, making it even more aggressive than the violet. Look at this piece I pulled out of the ground. It must be over two feet!

War 2

I know it’s somewhat ridiculous to selectively weed an entire lawn, but I think I can eventually rid the yard of this nemesis if I pull some out every day. My husband says it’s futile. He wants to poison the lawn, but that will kill my violets, too. And just because I refuse to poison the lawn does not mean that I don’t have any say in what grows there. I do!

So beware, plant! This means war!

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Vacation Story

Last year we vacationed in New Hampshire. There weren’t a heck of a lot of obvious destination activities in that area of the country. But, since we liked interesting minerals, and one of Livia’s favorite activities was picking up rocks, we decided to give the Ruggles Mine a go.

The mine turned out to be beautiful in its own rocky, cavey way.

mine

Ruggles Mine

Marshall could hardly be pried away from one of the caves. It was dark, chilly and muddy, like a cave should be. Sections of the wall were mica. Mica is the major mineral find at the Ruggles Mine. In fact, the mine is located on Isinglass Mountain (“isinglass” is an alternative name for mica).

mica cave

That’s my mom plucking a piece of mica from the cave wall.

When we were just about done exploring the place, I sat down on a large rock in the shade and looked around me.

rocks

Rocks

I picked up an interesting rock and showed it to my mom. She pronounced it a “rock with character.” A couple of minutes later, my husband came by with a rock to show me. He said, “I doubt this is anything really interesting…” And I said, “But it’s a rock with character!” He was pleased.

Suddenly I noticed that all around us were rocks with character. I picked up several of them and put them in my bag, knowing full well how heavy they’d feel as I hiked back up the hill to the mine entrance. Laden with buckets and bags of characterful rocks, we trudged back to the car.

When we got back to the cottage, I got out of the car and noticed a pretty rock on the ground. Surely it had a lot of character! And there was another and another. The whole darned state must have been covered in rocks with character.

And then one day after we returned to Rhode Island, I was walking through the local woodlands, and what did I see? Why, it was a rock with character! And there was another and another. There were rocks with character everywhere!

The moral of this story is (take your pick) . . .

A. Everything is more interesting when you’re in a new place.

B. We take for granted the beauty in our everyday surroundings.

C. Rocks, as a general rule, have a lot of character.

D. Something else that seems obvious to you but which has escaped me and you are free to mention it in the comments.

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Life Changes

Some of the ways in which my life has changed since having children:

  • My pockets are always full of Kleenex
  • Snot has no power over me. I’ll reach right into a kid’s nose and pull out a booger.
  • I sound like a mother. I say things like “Don’t run with scissors” and “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”
  • My children are the first things I think of in the morning and the last things I think of before bedtime.
  • I do laundry every day.

 

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Things I Never Thought I’d Say

Dear Kids,

You arrived in this world as blank slates, so you’ve had to learn everything. And we’ve had to teach it to you. And since you grew out of your baby phases and started walking and talking, we’ve had to say things to you that we never thought we’d say to other human beings. Here is a selection.

  • Give me that booger!
  • Stop banging your head on the wall!
  • Get off your sandwich!
  • Don’t lick the lid of the mayonnaise jar!
  • Don’t touch the cat puke!
  • Don’t eat your poop!
  • Stop squashing your sister!
  • Don’t drink the bath water!
  • Don’t stick your head in the toilet!

And if you think any of that’s embarrassing, remind me someday to tell you the story of the morning we found you both bathing in the toilet.

Love,

Mom

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Itchy

Marshall says,

Skeeters have itches in their bones. They bite me on the head. That’s how I get itchy.

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One, Two, Three, Four

Four books from the Darkover series, in no particular order:

Rediscovery by Marion Zimmer Bradley and Mercedes Lackey
Grade: C-

A starship full of opera-loving Terrans (yes, opera lovers, a whole shipload of them) lands on a newly discovered planet. Only it’s already populated with humans. It turns out that a whole starship full of Gaelic speakers (yes, Gaelic speakers, a whole shipload of them) had landed on that planet thousands of years ago and had become one of the so-called “Lost Colonies.” The Darkovan people still speak strange languages, but it’s OK, because they and several of the opera lovers are telepaths, so they can all magically understand one another. Yay! The opera-loving telepaths fit right in. One really bad guy tries to mess everything up. The relationship between the Darkovans and the newcomers is strained by some unfortunate events, but there is no going back now. The Terrans are there to stay.

Why did I give Rediscovery such a low grade? It has some of the worst writing I’ve ever seen, with bad exposition, horrible dialogue, and pathetic, heavy-handed attempts to connect the story (as a prequel) to other Darkover books. Plus there are some big inconsistencies that keep it from fitting in with the rest of the series properly. Somehow I managed to enjoy it (maybe I was just happy to be reading about one of my favorite fictional worlds again?). Still, I wouldn’t recommend Rediscovery, even for fans of the series, because I don’t think it adds anything critical to the story of Darkover (i.e., very little happens that you can’t glean from works that come later in the timeline).

The Winds of Darkover by Marion Zimmer Bradley
Grade: B

Deep in the mountains, bandits attack Storn castle and take it over. The Storns will do almost anything to retake their castle, including breaking the most important law of Darkovan society, but they will have to travel far to find help. The ending of this story is related to, but not as memorable or exciting as, the story in The Heritage of Hastur.

My mother’s copy of this book was in very sorry shape, but I found a hidden copy on my own shelves (I hadn’t even known it was there!). Sadly, it disintegrated as I read it. But at least now I don’t have to feel bad about not keeping it. To the recycling bin it goes!

Star of Danger by Marion Zimmer Bradley
Grade: A-

Two teenage boys, one Terran and one Darkovan, are lost in the wilds of Darkover. They will have to overcome their differences and work together to find their way back to civilization. This is a fun adventure story suitable for teens. I remember loving this book when I was younger, and I still love it now. I will keep this one in my library.

The Heritage of Hastur by Marion Zimmer Bradley
Grade: A-

The Heritage of Hastur tells the story of two important members of the Darkovan aristocracy: Lew Alton and Regis Hastur. It takes place well after the events of Rediscovery, during a time called “Against the Terrans: The Second Age.” Lew’s narrative is told in the first person; it alternates and intertwines with Regis’s, told in the third person. Both characters find themselves drawn into a plot to gain higher status in the Terran Empire by using dangerous, ancient psionic technologies. The writing is not remarkable, but the story is. Kudos to MZB for pulling all the threads of this very complex tale together. This one is also a keeper.

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Regarding the Book About the Fountain

Regarding the Fountain by Kate Klise
Grade: B+

Dry Creek Middle School’s drinking fountain has sprung a leak, so the principal decides to buy a new one. He contacts Florence Waters of Flowing Waters Fountains, Etc. about buying a typical drinking fountain, but Florence is not a typical businessperson. This creative, world-traveling fountain-designer loves to write letters. She initiates correspondence with Sam N.’s fifth-grade class, and through these letters, as well as various other notes, faxes, drawings, transcripts, newspaper clippings, and photos, the stories of Dry Creek and its singular drinking fountain are revealed.

Amazon had tried to sell this book to me on several occasions, so I was interested enough to pick up a copy when I saw it at the library’s used book sale. I’m glad I didn’t pay full price for it, because while it’s a fun story with a very attractive presentation, it provided barely an hour’s worth of entertainment for me. I enjoyed it, but I think it falls into the same category as the Bruce Coville book I read a few years ago: entertaining, but not great. We each will only meet with a certain number of great books in our lives. But we still need other good books to read while we’re waiting for the great ones, and this is that kind of book. Recommended for children in the 8-12 range, but not so much for adults.

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Colors

Marshall says,

Gray is my favorite color. And yellow. Gray and yellow. And orange. All the colors make me happy.

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Sixth?

Can it really be my sixth blog anniversary?

It can and it is.

I wish I had something profound to say.

I wish I had something to say.

I don’t.

So I’m going to borrow from the words of the great Edward Gorey.

“Hippity wippity, Oxiborick; Flappity flippity, Saragashum; Thip, thap, thoo.”

I think that says it all. Don’t you?

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