You have to admire the imagination–and wonder at the torrid love lives–of our Colonial ancestors. Their preoccupation with all-things-of-the-heart is revealed in the names they gave to their favorite garden plants.

Certainly, many plant names were descriptive, albeit colorful. Names such as Bear’s Ears, Bloodroot and Crowfoot.

But to others they gave heartbreaking names, such as Love Lies Bleeding and Love-in-the-Mist. What we know today as a pansy was then called Heart’s Ease.

Welcome%20Home%20Husband.jpgThis is one of my favorites (pictured). It’s called Welcome Home Husband No Matter How Drunk. Now, of course, we know this plant as Hens and Chickens.

These days, the naming of plants is in the hands of those corporate hybriders, so we get names for roses such as Strike-it-Rich Grandiflora Rose, Aromatherapy Hybrid Rose, Ronald Regan Hybrid Tea and Geraldine Ferraro Rose. Our new and improved tomatoes get names such as Health Kick Tomato and Tomato Taxi.

It’s almost worth dipping my toe into the hybrid scene so I can get to name some plants too. I think I could be quite good at it.

How about a Hysteria Wisteria? Or a Don’t Give Me No Lip Tulip? I think I would rather like some Get Your Fat Butt Off the Couch Potatoes!

Robin
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February 8th, 2012

Today was Sophie and Sarah’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

They went to the vet to have their teeth cleaned. Sophie came out a few teeth lighter. Both are very tired, hungry, needy and out of sorts.

February is National Pet Dental Health Month, so our vet offers a 15% discount on the cleaning. That’s a big savings. It’s expensive to have a pet’s teeth cleaned because they must be anesthetized. No animal will willingly sit in the dental chair with his/her mouth open!

It must be done though. It’s not just a matter of bad breath—although my little dogs’ breath was plenty bad. Dental problems can lead to more serious health issues.

Well, at least the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day is nearly over. Poor dogs.

Robin

February 6th, 2012

Another Monday.

Harry and I spent the better part of the weekend painting the master bedroom. We traded off between rolling and detail work and we both made our fair share of messes. For a while Sophie perched on top of a chaise to supervise our work. Sarah was distraught. She does not like change.

Today we get back to normal. I will have to do something about my manicure. Speckled fingernails in Benjamin Moore Light Pewter is not really a good look.

Here’s wishing you a happy, calm and productive week.

Robin

February 3rd, 2012

If you’re in the neighborhood and just happen to have your paintbrush and paint clothes with you, stop on by. Harry and I are taking the day off from work to start painting the master bedroom. We figure it’ll take until Sunday. Harry does most of the rolling—no small chore with high ceilings—and I do all the tedious detail work. You, of course, can pitch in wherever you like.

We’re painting it a dove grey. So if you see some grey in my hair in the next few days, it’s paint. Got it? The grey is paint.

Robin

February 2nd, 2012

Happy Groundhog Day! What are you doing to celebrate?

We’ll have a special dinner of NOT groundhog. Dinner will be a special pasta (TBD) and some yummy homemade yeast rolls. Then we’ll pull out the photo album of past Groundhog Days and reminisce. We will toast Puxatawny Phil by opening the first bottle of my homemade apfelwein, which I hope is sparkly by now. If it’s any good, you’ll hear more about it.

Cheers!

Robin

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