Spring Fever

Line engraving published in "Harper's Wee...

Line engraving published in “Harper’s Weekly”, 1863, depicting USS Monitor sinking in a storm off Cape Hatteras on the night of 30-31 December 1862. A boat is taking off crewmen, and USS Rhode Island is in the background. Removed caption read: Photo # NH 58758 “The Wreck of the Iron-clad ‘Monitor'”, off Cape Hatteras, 30-31 December 1862 THE WRECK OF THE IRON-CLAD “MONITOR” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 I have it, literally. Temperatures in the 60s the past few days, David and I worked in our yard, doing the final clear out and spring cleanup. By 5:00 PM yesterday, I was snorting and sneezing but we got the job done. Today, I am sniffly but better. Grasses are the cause of my distress to be precise.  

A few years back I began planting Hellebore plants, and this year, the oldest are coming into their full beauty.  These 12″ tall plants make a lovely ground cover as the spread under shrubs and trees in shady dry locations.  They generally bloom during the cold months, and as I planted different kinds in different locations, something blooms every month from November to April.

The Hellebore currently in bloom (probably the Lenten roses) are the prettiest, having held their blossoms until the worst of winter was past. I took some photos, but the best I can do is to insert a slice of one photo in the header.  I’m still having trouble with the media thingy.

I feel like Anne Boleyn when I can’t upload a photograph.  I can get one photo up, but if I make a mistake, it turns out to be my last entry, something like Anne’s ill-fated attempts to carry a child to term after Elizabeth I was born. Okay, that’s melodramatic I know but Mom always said I was her drama queen. 


I should a been a movie star. Although I am horribly introverted, I had a natural talent for making a fool of myself. I was in a school play in fourth grade, but I got carried away with my role as Jose the Brazilian boy’s mother.  I had the other kids in the big auditorium in stitches, but my Mother was totally embarrassed.  Her parting words to me as she left the school (Dad was the PTA president, and she was there in his place) were…”You just wait until your Dad gets home.”

She was always doing that. I don’t remember her ever hitting me. She relied on Dad to dish out the corporal punishment. Sometimes he did, and sometimes he ignored the whole thing.  I never got a beating for my performance as Jose’s mother.


When I wasn’t in my garden or walking my dogs the past few days, I have been reading my new books. I’m about 1/5 of the way through Doris Kearns Goodwin’s Team of Rivals.  Good thing too as Amazon tells me my new DVD of Lincoln will arrive at the end of March.  I always try to read the book, if a movie has used it. I did this with The English Patient and thus understood it when others were shaking their heads in confusion. Ditto Cold Mountain, Sayonara, Hawaii, and others. As the latter two books are quite old, you can see this is  lifelong habit.

I have been pacing myself in reading Rise to Greatness: Abraham Lincoln and America’s Most Perilous Year by David von Drehle. This book follows Lincoln’s life month by month during 1862. Reading one month at time, it will take one year to finish the book, but I will remember each event.  In March I read about the Monitor and the Merrimac, fascinating as marine archeologists recently discovered a body on the Monitor which sank off the coast of North Carolina. The government interred the bones here at Arlington cemetery this past week I believe.





11 thoughts on “Spring Fever

  1. I often read the books after a good movie/TV series. Forrest Gump was a disappointment; the book Field of Dreams is based on was okay; I loved North and South and preferred the book’s ending but not enough for it to spoil my enjoyment of the series.

    The movies often spoil a good book so it’s the age-old argument (well, a hundred years, at least): book or film first?


  2. I’ve gotten behind again Dianne. Sorry.

    I can’t get enough of Lincoln either.Something about the man defines all that greatness is about. When I visited Springfield, his home and especially his grave, I stood there next to the sarcophagus in awe and wonderment. For all I knew there was nothing in it (who really knows), but the goose pimples came up anyway. Years later when I went to Ford’s theater and the house where he died, it happened all over again.


  3. RYN: Snapfish is HP’s photo storage site. Yes, you have to buy a few paper photos once a year in payment. I don’t mind. Usually I build an album a year of my travels. George uses Photobucket, and that’s often down. The best on line is Flickr, but getting photos loaded there sometimes is difficult. I stick to Snapfish and it’s usually problem free. Gee, you must have found your way into only one aspect of Snapfish. I have photos stored there from the 80’s.


  4. My sympathies on the photo woes. I will not go into mine as I have sworn off complaining for 21 days. I would love to have been in the audience for your performance. Our second oldest grandson, a third-grader, auditioned for a play at his school. He got a part–Squirrel #2, and his performance is tonight.

    I admire your determined and successful spring cleaning of garden. Our only recent effort was planting four tomato plants. Since then temps have sporadically dipped into 30s. Hubby has successfully protected those plants so far. I have never heard of Hellebores growing here, perhaps because fall, winter and spring is rarely consistently cool. They look so charming in your header.


  5. From yesterday…how nice they visited. Yes, she’s about to the place she will notice hers and other’s mortality. No, higher education isn’t all good if you can’t do something with it. Folks like me with learning disabilities and often stuck if their dreams don’t pay off.

    Lovely flowers. Monitor. They buried two yesterday on my TV screen. No DNA to connect to those still living tho. I thought it fascinating…including the wedding ring.

    Pictures, I use Snapfish to host my pictures. When I want to insert one, I just copy the URL. How are you doing it?


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