Archives for May 2012

Walt’s Leaves

The lawn at the Palatial Horvath Estate has really enjoyed the rainy, warm, and humid weather we’ve been having lately. Over the past week the grass rose defiantly, screaming its supremacy, cackling madly and singing “Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long.” As I walked down the path to my car, I could see dandelions and buckthorn grass giving me the finger.

So I mowed it.

Ain’t no wisecracking lawn getting the upper hand on MY estate.

Time Well Spent

I’ve been thinking a lot about my father lately.  That’s partly because he would have turned 80 on May 4th.  And it’s partly because of Memorial Day.  And it’s also because I’m still learning things about him I didn’t know before.

I didn’t always have the best relationship with Daddy – the fault for that lay on both sides, especially when the teenage girl hormones kicked in.  Watch out!  Things got a little intense there for a couple of years.  But in spite of the drama that cropped up now and again, he tried to teach me things, the way any good father does.

Remembering On Memorial Day

When I was a kid, I didn’t really know what Memorial Day was about. I knew there were parades (or “prades”, as you can see in this post). I knew there were marching bands. The local Masonic temple would come out on their motorcycles and do routines. Old men would hand out fake poppies and flags for a dollar. We were off school for the day. School was practically over for the whole summer. But I didn’t really understand what Memorial Day was.

Cat Haiku

As I was shuffling through papers the other day, I happened upon the following examples of haiku poetry written from a cat’s point of view. I have no idea who wrote them, but my cat Eddie has taken to wearing a beret and insisting on being called “Francois”. Reach your own conclusions.

For those who do not know, Haiku is a form of poetry consisting (in the English language) of 17 syllables split over 3 lines in a 5-7-5 pattern. The poems that follow do use the haiku rules, but I’m not sure how good they are. I assume no responsibility for quality. Besides, they were hard to transpose because the handwriting was terrible. Well, that is only to be expected if one is trying to hold a pen in one’s paw.

Dueling With The Blogosphere



En garde!

*slash* *clatter* *slash* *parry parry* *jab jab jab*

You’re amazing, Blogosphere.

Thank you. I’ve studied *duck* hard to become so.

*parry parry thrust*

Tell me why we’re fighting again? Oops! *Blogosphere throws sword in air* *sommersaults off rock to ground below* *catches sword as it falls from sky*

Because. *Betsy throws sword into ground* *leaps gracefully off rock to ground below* *grabs sword and slashes it through the air*

Because why? *parry slash*

Because you, Blogosphere are encroaching too far into my writing time and I must beat you into submission.

Photos From The Estate

It was a beautiful day here at the Palatial Horvath Estate. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Betsy was mowing the lawn because she got tired of waiting for Philippe the houseboy to do it.

The upshot of the whole thing was that I didn’t write a blog post.  Instead, I thought I would entertain you with photographs taken today around the estate.  So, here we go –

First, a happy seedum…


Oops, here’s a very UNHAPPY clematis –