When we moved into this house there was a large bush (or small tree) just outside the windows near the kitchen table that produced a bunch of beautiful deep pinkish purple flowers every year. I was thrilled with it as any plant I bring home is going to die long before it's time. My efforts every spring to brighten up the patio always turn to drooping, dying messes in a short time. So, this plant was a welcome sight every spring. Well, the weird extreme and long-lasting cold snap we had in February appears to have done to my flowering whateveritis what I have done to every plant, ever. Bummed about it...but we had 15 springs/summers together. <sigh>

(April 21, 2021 at 3:34 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: When we moved into this house there was a large bush (or small tree) just outside the windows near the kitchen table that produced a bunch of beautiful deep pinkish purple flowers every year.  I was thrilled with it as any plant I bring home is going to die long before it's time.  My efforts every spring to brighten up the patio always turn to drooping, dying messes in a short time.  So, this plant was a welcome sight every spring.  Well, the weird extreme and long-lasting cold snap we had in February appears to have done to my flowering whateveritis what I have done to every plant, ever.  Bummed about it...but we had 15 springs/summers together.  <sigh>

Take a small knife and cut carefully through the outer bark. If the inside is the least bit green, there’s hope.


[disclaimer: The above advice is relayed from Mrs. Boru. In the event of plant death, personal injury, and any real or imagined or hypothetical damage to persons, property, or passing ostriches, the undersigned is free of any and all liability from the moment of the incident until the heat death of the universe.]

Boru

(April 21, 2021 at 4:38 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote:

(April 21, 2021 at 3:34 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: When we moved into this house there was a large bush (or small tree) just outside the windows near the kitchen table that produced a bunch of beautiful deep pinkish purple flowers every year.  I was thrilled with it as any plant I bring home is going to die long before it's time.  My efforts every spring to brighten up the patio always turn to drooping, dying messes in a short time.  So, this plant was a welcome sight every spring.  Well, the weird extreme and long-lasting cold snap we had in February appears to have done to my flowering whateveritis what I have done to every plant, ever.  Bummed about it...but we had 15 springs/summers together.  <sigh>

Take a small knife and cut carefully through the outer bark. If the inside is the least bit green, there’s hope.


[disclaimer: The above advice is relayed from Mrs. Boru. In the event of plant death, personal injury, and any real or imagined or hypothetical damage to persons, property, or passing ostriches, the undersigned is free of any and all liability from the moment of the incident until the heat death of the universe.]

Boru

HaHa...I just asked my husband if he thinks it can it can be saved.  It's unseasonably chilly here this week but when it warms up he's going to assess the chances.  He learned a lot about horticulture from his grandfather so I am holding out a little bit of hope.  sniffle

(April 21, 2021 at 4:55 pm)arewethereyet Wrote:

(April 21, 2021 at 4:38 pm)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: Take a small knife and cut carefully through the outer bark. If the inside is the least bit green, there’s hope.


[disclaimer: The above advice is relayed from Mrs. Boru. In the event of plant death, personal injury, and any real or imagined or hypothetical damage to persons, property, or passing ostriches, the undersigned is free of any and all liability from the moment of the incident until the heat death of the universe.]

Boru

HaHa...I just asked my husband if he thinks it can it can be saved.  It's unseasonably chilly here this week but when it warms up he's going to assess the chances.  He learned a lot about horticulture from his grandfather so I am holding out a little bit of hope.  sniffle

My wife is the green thumb in the family. She’s always said that no woody plant is completely beyond hope until it’s as dry as kindling.

Boru

I made a quilt for my grandson and sent it out to SC. It's really bright colors and images of first responder vehicles and equipment. My daughter let him call me this morning to thank me for it...I seldom get to talk to my grandchildren out there...my daughter has issues and the kids aren't often with her. He told me he likes his new blanket very much and that I did a good job...I got the approval of a nine year old.

He went to Cancun a couple weeks ago with his other grandparents so I asked him about that. He mentioned an area he really liked to swim in because the water was so clear but he was upset because he couldn't get grits with his breakfasts.

Then we talked about baseball. It was a good day.

A developed country is not the one where the poor have cars, but where the rich use public transportation.

Ray Bradbury sure was obsessed with Mars.

It’s hard to believe that, 150 years ago, women would have to sit and churn butter for hours without listening to a podcast about Bigfoot.

Boru

Quote:I don’t remember how or why the Smoky Cokey came up in conversation, but I do remember that it sounded like a horrible idea.

The cocktail is essentially what it sounds like: a Coca-Cola that tastes smoky thanks to the addition of peaty scotch. Specifically, the drink as it was explained to me requires Lagavulin 16, a scotch that sells for around $75 a bottle in the United States—not exactly cheap.

Never one to turn down the chance to try a new cocktail, I was up for having one. That said, I happened to be in Scotland at the time touring scotch distilleries, and asking a bartender to mix a high-quality scotch with run-of-the-mill Coke seemed like a recipe for getting removed from the bar, perhaps by force.

Luckily, the man who first mentioned the drink, Ewan Gunn, happens to be both Scottish and the Global Scotch Whisky Master for Diageo, the parent company of Lagavulin. Counting on the fact that they wouldn’t kick a whisky master out for the order, we asked Gunn to order a round at a bar in the small Scottish town of Oban.

The Smoky Cokey was fantastic. After our first one, my travel companions and I were hooked.

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Rage Against The Machine never specified what type of machine they were furious about, but I suspect it was a printer.

Boru