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Throwing a Little Wild

Hello and welcome to another post from the couch.  It is a good day for a Throwback Thursday, I think.  I had a chance to go to breakfast with my Elks friends (the Breakfast Club, the son of one of the members calls it, I like that) but feared my leg would not cooperate.  I am in better spirits these last two days, because I managed to brew some coffee.  Two cups yesterday, and I am on my second cup today.  AAAhhhh!

Behind the coffee cup is my biggest fan.

I just scrolled all the way down and all the way back up my Media Library and could not find the picture of the coffee mug I am using.  I settled for Dyn’s Cider Mill, so I can plug an area business.  I just looked at their Facebook page and saw a post from July 2025 saying they would be closed for the upcoming year.  I wonder if that means they will be open sometime in 2026.  I can only hope.  And hope if they do open I can make my way over there.

I do not currently feel fresh as a daisy, alas.

I said this was going to be a Throwback Thursday, so I share this picture from June 2017 of my lovely front lawn daisies.  I missed the daisies and my peonies this year. Who knew the season for them would be so short?

A dignified group, yes?

This is a kind of guerrilla theatre group I was in in 2019, Mummers Along the Mohawk.  We performed at the Great American Irish Festival, the last year it was held in the Herkimer County Fairgrounds in Frankfort, NY. What fun it was.

The house had no tenants.

This was in 2020, a barren year for activities, theatrical or otherwise.  But I see I took time to decorate my front yard.  Why did I not do that again? Note to self: decorate the front lawn.  After I get rid of the dead daisies and peonies.

I see I am over 300 words.  That’s pretty good.  Coffee, theatre, daisies… I could bill this as a Non-Sequitur Thursday, too.  As always, I thank you for tuning in.

 

Potatoes

I once titled a Non-Sequitur Thursday post No Potatoes, after something Louis Armstrong said before a song on a CD I had.  Today I am cooking some potatoes for my supper, so I thought it would be an OK title for another Non-Sequitur Thursday post.  I did not do much today.  I drove to Schenectady for an appointment (long story, not very interesting) and back.  I went to the Elks to visit with my friends.  I am now home.

I have not a clue myself.

I was about to cross the street when I saw a car was coming in the opposite direction.  This gave me the opportunity to take a picture of an unusual pile of trash. I always wonder about these things.

I really must study which kind of bushes are which.

Next a hydrangea bush caught my eye.  Or is is a snowball bush?  It would behoove me to know these things, I suppose.

My own blooms.

Coming home, I was greeted with my wild daisies, blooming with no effort on my part.  I would like to dig them up and move them out back but do not know the proper time of year to do so.  As you may guess, I am nobody’s gardener.

Also blooming with no effort on my part.

Here are some forget-me-nots and lilies of the valley, which continue to take over the front yard.  I like them a lot, especially the lilies of the valley, because of the nice smell.

What you can do with a power mower.

As I was struggling with my non-power mower, my across the street neighbor came and helped me with at least part of my front lawn.  I was very grateful.  I continue to struggle with lawn order.  I hope to share better pictures later if I meet with some success.