That Time of Year

Most days, I live in a very quiet part of Northwestern Nevada, far from unwanted drama of the real world. Just Winterpast, HHH, Me, Wookie, Oliver, and the mustangs. Day after day, the most exciting thing in back yard is an occasional hummingbird or beautiful butterfly. Just the sounds of nature, as the gentle summer breezes rustle the leaves of the cottonwood trees.

And then comes the fourth week in August when the “burners” (those attending “Burning Man”) come to town. Then, all bets are off. Anything and everything can be seen at the local Walmart if you care to sit and watch.

The first thing announcing the arrival of over 80,000 party goers is the placement of huge dumpsters around the perimeter of the Walmart parking lot. Revelers fly in from around the world equipped only with what the carry. Once here, they pump millions of dollars into the local economy while renting RV’s, buying supplies and even brand-new bicycles.

HHH has helped with preparations for this event in past years. Burning man is held on a large desert area called Black Rock Playa, a remnant of ancient Lake Lahontan. For eleven months of the year, it’s just empty desert. Come early August, the place is transformed into Black Rock City, complete with its own zip code. HHH spent time working with his long time electrician friend, John Boy, to bring power to this temporary city.

This weekend, the bumper-to-bumper traffic from i80 to Black Rock desert will be as it always is. Last year, some crazed environmentalists chained themselves to a trailer parked sideways across the highway. It didn’t go well for them. Hopefully this year, people will be a little smarter and not make such foolish decisions.

Last year, trouble arrived in the form of a huge monsoonal rain storm. People were stranded out in the desert in very deep mud. Some chose to walk out towards civilization. It was a scary time for those that were stuck.

This afternoon, the winds are expected to pick up due to an upcoming storm. Today, our temperatures will fall about 20 degrees with rain expected. In the Sierra’s above Lake Tahoe and Donner Pass, it’s possible there may be snow. Yes. Snow in August. Strange year.

Although I’d like to have bragging rights for attending such an event, this is a step too far for this 68 year old very conservative woman. I’d love to to say I saw the night lights, naked bike riders, sculptures, and of course, the man himself burn on the last night. Without any way to stay for a week, it’ll be something I’ll observe online, like most other Americans.

HHH and I plan to go over to Walmart later today to watch the outsiders as they come to our little town to prepare. They aren’t hard to pick out. In fact, they often cause locals to stop in our tracks and stare. They will pick our grocery stores clean when they come and again when they leave. Those of us that live here have already stocked up.

Whatever you do today, look at some of the stories and images of Burning Man 2023. Be prepared. Be warned, it’s not for the faint of heart. Stay tuned for the storms of 2024. Let’s pray it doesn’t rain too much this weekend.

More tomorrow.

Strange Thing in the Desert

In case you’re wondering, this isn’t photo shopped with AI. Nope. This “ART”, named Seven Magic Mountains, exists somewhere near Las Vegas. Some people have way too much money. Others have way too much time on their hands. When the two come together, you get something like the picture above. Here’s the story.

A SWISS artist decided that it would be appropriate to deface 34 extremely large boulders and place them in seven stacks, covering them in the most inappropriate, unnatural, un-desert-like colors. I wasn’t there, but am pretty sure heavy equipment compacted the desert floor, running over native plants and animals in the process. Did the local tribes of indigenous people approved this project? No idea.

To fund this process, the Nevada Museum of Art paid this foreign artist $3.5 million to complete this “amazing” vision. How insanely perfect that it now sits in the desert near Las Vegas viewed by very few.

Now, a problem has arisen. The “Harry Reid International Airport” needs expanding. Oh No. Seven Magic Mountains stand in the way of the project. Whatever shall be done with this amazing work of art??????

The Biggest Little City in the West has approved payment of $500,000 to move this “ART”. Fact check this for yourself. This isn’t a joke and it’s not even April Fool’s Day. Now these seven defaced rocks are worth $4 million while the Swiss artist can yodel-oh-ee-do his way back home with the cash.

I am at a loss for the insanity that’s infected our country today, even here in the Wild Wild West. One thing is absolutely true. Money changes hands in the strangest ways.

The Biggest Little City in the West now has a problem. They really haven’t found the appropriate spot to display this monstrosity. Who knows, they might need to buy some worthless land for a couple million to give it a proper setting. Folks. If I went to my beloved mountainside and painted it with these colors, I’d be arrested for defacing nature in a flash.

At least this artist choose to blend with the native landscape.

Our state has some of the most picturesque landscapes in the entire country. I hope Las Vegas can now take a sigh of relief that they have sent this “ART” to their little step sister to the west. Maybe the Biggest Little City in the West can pawn this off on the state capital. the low one on the totem pole.

Most days, it’s better not to look at the news. At least, my tax dollars support normal things in my sweet little town on the high desert plains of Northwestern Nevada. Of course, we were home to the giant bottlecap artichoke for years……

And so it goes.

More tomorrow.

Charmed by the Mail

Needing to right a wrong, I must share details about the new reading material I’m enjoying. The Flower Letters. Something adorable that just might make receiving mail enjoyable once again. But then, let me start at the beginning.

In the last few months, I’d seen advertisements for a new product for avid readers. A story that would travel twice monthly through snail mail to your door. Offered are four different stories told through 24 letters. There’s the choice of a western adventure, a World War II affair, a Regency romance, or a fantastical story.

Twice a month, the letters arrive, written in the dialect of the day and including mini-history lessons. If you don’t know me well enough yet, this desert gal chose the western adventure.

When the first letter arrived, I was amused at the clever nature of the letter. The stationary was adorable. Along with the letter written in delicate cursive, there was a postcard and some other materials to read. The story begins with words from one hopeful mail-order bride named Lily Clara. I’ll admit, it was hard to wait for the next letter.

And then……..

Disappointment.

The second letter didn’t even begin to connect with the first. I was sure I was losing my ever-loving mind and wrote to the company to end my subscription. The sweetest woman wrote back, encouraging me to try Letters 3 and 4 on them. She assured me that with two more letters, the story would begin to gel. She hoped I’d give it a try, and so I did.

OY. VEY. Egg on my face for sure. She was so right.

In each letter, there’s so much to think about with many hidden details to uncover. As a bonus, additional information is provided on the company website bringing the Wild West to life. I’m now hooked. My heroine, Lily Clara, is a 28-year-old adventurous and gutsy milliner. Not to give too much away, there’s even an embroidery pattern included in one of the letters.

In just the first four letters, many characters have been introduced, I’ve started a little flow chart to remember everyone. A double-sided newspaper included with Letter 4 holds so many clues, I’ve reread the other letters to make sure nothing else was missed.

Lily Clara’s vocabulary is rich, right out of the days of the Wild Wild West. By the time I finished Letter 4, I was quick to look at the calendar to find out when the next letters will arrive. Lily’s letters are sent out on the 2nd and 4th Fridays of every month.

If you haven’t heard of this adorable product, look it up. This is a cute and fresh way to deliver a story. Snail mail has again become relevant! Remember, be patient. Try not to bother the sweet people at The Flower Letters. com until you give it a real try.

To the sweet woman at The Flower Box.com, thank you for encouraging me to try two more letters. You were correct. Somethings just take a minute to gel, especially when sent one letter at a time.

Whatever you do today, consider reading something new. Anything. Try a different genre. A new author. An unfamiliar setting or time frame. Reading transports a person into another world when it’s nice to take a break from this one.

More tomorrow.

Ne-VA’-duh

Before I go further, as Nevada is often in the news these days, please pay attention to the correct pronunciation. Nevada is pronounced ne-va’-duh NOT ne-VAHHHHHH’-duh. Although, according to phonetic rules, you’d need to disagree, trust me on this one and learn to pronounce our state’s name correctly.

There are so many names in our area that have unique pronunciation. Take, for instance, the little town of Genoa. Nestled at the base of the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range, this little town is one of the area’s oldest towns. And no, it’s name isn’t pronounced as it would be in Italy, but rather Gin’-oh-ah.

There is Moana, which isn’t pronounced as it is in Hawaii (ma-wha’-na), but rather Moe-AH’-na. And then, Kietzke Lane, which I still haven’t mastered.

Being a swing state, we’re in the news a lot these days. Every time a tv-talking-head decides to pronounce our state in a more exotic way, such as Ne-Vahhhhhhh’-da, it’s like nails on a chalkboard. It causes lots of eye rolling among the natives. So, now you won’t make that mistake when visiting!

There are so many beautiful places to see in our state. Having grown up as a neighbor in California, I never knew what I was missing. Although, I almost became a Nevadan in 1979.

With a two week old son in my lap, a little family of three set off to look for work in a town named Winnemucca. Located on a huge farm, we would’ve lived in the middle of the wide open plains not far from where I live now.

Once in Reno, the rancher picked us up at the airport to fly us to the ranch. Buzzing antelope and wild mustangs, we flew through the big, blue, beautiful sky. I envisioned a chickens and garden while watching my little boy grow into a rancher. The truth of the matter was that it was just too remote for that little family. We declined their offer of employment.

Looking back today, I wonder what my life would look like now if I’d been more adventurous. Maybe that little boy’s mother would’ve become the rancher. I’ll never know.

Whatever name our state is called, I wake up under the most brilliant blue skies in wide. I’m surrounded by a circle of mountains that tower above us. In my heart of hearts, I know I live in God’s country. All’s well that ends well. Taking an extra 35 years, I’m finally home. And around here, we all know, Home Means Nevada.

More tomorrow.

Vicissitudes’ of Life

According to Merriam-Webster —

Vicissitude–

1athe quality or state of being changeable mutability

b: natural change or mutation visible in nature or in human affairs

2a: a favorable or unfavorable event or situation that occurs by chance a fluctuation of state or condition — the vicissitudes of daily life

b: a difficulty or hardship attendant on a way of life, a career, or a course of action and usually beyond one’s control

c: alternating change succession

Vicissitudes of life are abundant in a family of five generations living in a small town. New changes unfold on a daily basis. Some gloriously happy. Other’s timely and full of sadness. And so life is here on the high desert plains of northwestern Nevada.

Some things in the garden never change. If you raise four zucchini plants, you will need lots of friends to take them away.

Of course, there are obvious changes heading towards autumn here on the high desert plains. With lower temperatures, the gardens of Winterpast heave a sigh of relief as they get ready for a fall bloom. The roses are expecting at least one more colorful show around the third weekend in September. And, our bees struggle on.

The big box garden center is closing down for the year. With deep discounts, a few straggly annuals are looking for homes. Now isn’t the time to buy new plants, but fertilize and care for the ones we have left. Knowing that, it took strength to turn away from the geraniums.

The best thing about gardening is that most things are predictable. There are remedies for pests and illnesses. Each plant has their time to shine and grow, followed by a predictable decline. The in-between is a gardeners happy spot.

And then, there’s the potatoes. If you’ve been reading awhile, you know HHH and I fell in love while harvesting the potato crop of 2022 and were married right after the 2023 harvest. With much sadness I must report that the 2024 potato crop was a total flop. Zero russets. About 2.5 pounds of very small potatoes out of three wine barrels. Such is the life of gardening.

Humans are much more complicated. Just when you think the changing winds of life have settled, new and challenging problems occur. 2025 graduations, new courtships, upcoming babies, first homes, and retirements are just a few of the happy changes in our family.

But, there’s another less happy one. Miss B, HHH’s mom, is moving from her beloved home into a more practical space. Yet another vicissitude of life. A hardship that’s often beyond one’s control. Age has a way of bringing hard changes to our door and the loss of independence comes sooner than expected.

Packing and making the move as a family is a beautiful thing to observe. Watching Miss B shine with courage and independence at this hard time in her life is an example to us all. There’s much to be learned while observing the vicissitudes others endure, both happy and sad.

Whatever you do today, think of your own personal vicissitudes and how you’ve gotten through by putting one foot in front of the other. It seems that works the best for most things.

More tomorrow.

Prayer for the Bees

Here at Winterpast, the news isn’t what we wanted to hear. Our bees are failing like so many more in Northwestern Nevada in 2024. The scary part is that there’s no obvious answer as to why. Not even the best entomologists throughout the country can identify the cause. But, when dealing with wild animals, that’s often the case.

With such optimism, we started this journey with the 2023 Christmas gift of a hive and tools. We attended classes and ordered books from which to learn. The most beautiful mentor came to Winterpast to not only help us, but to become a dear friend.

Our very calm, sweet, and expensive Saskatraz bees were delivered and “installed” into our hive. Even bee hives are available from Amazon, although a real bee keeper would never purchase one there. Live and learn the 100 reasons why while surrounded with 25,000 flying friends.

HHH has suffered through stings, while I’ve avoided them for now. All the while, we’ve watched and learned from these wonderful little creatures as the spring and summer seasons have flown by.

As it turns out, on August 6th, over 60 bee keepers came together for the monthly meeting. They all share and intense love of bees. With over 600 collective hives, only two held extra honey. The rest are in real trouble.

Wednesday, our sweet Bee Lady came to visit. With excitement, we hoped that we could be the 3rd hive that had extra honey. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Our top honey super (shorter box) was completely empty. No comb. No honey crop. Nothing. Our hive is suffering just like all the rest in Northwestern Nevada. This failure is across the state, from the desert to Lake Tahoe.

Our queen may have died, but at the very least, the hive is stressed for reasons unknown to us. They’ve had food and water at the correct times. They were treated for mites. Their hive was placed in their very own private spot in the back yard. We planted every kind of flower any bee would love. And yet, they failed.

We won’t know the outcome for another month or two. It’s possible the hive will live through the winter, but as we march toward fall, the population will naturally decrease. Without the proper number of bees to warm the hive through the winter, they’ll freeze to death.

Please, pray for the bees of the world. The Bee Lady summed it up this way. Without bees, we would still have wheat for bread. However, the jams and jellies of the world would be a thing of the past. Bees bring wonderful fruits and vegetables to our lives.

If you’re bored this weekend, learn a little about bees. They’re pretty fascinating little animals. Please remember, they need our prayers. Have a wonderful weekend.

Finally–A National Day to Relax

In the blink of an eye, one-half of August is gone. It seems I just placed seedlings in the ground, yet today, they’re almost done with their growing season. Crazy how fast things go as we live such busy lives. Everyone needs to take a breath and relax on a regular basis. Today is the perfect day to attend to relaxation because August 15th IS the real National Relaxation Day!

The stress of a fast paced life doesn’t give our tired minds time to rest. The added stressors of our crazy world contribute to health risks. Too much stress drains us. It’s time to rejuvenate with a little rest and relaxation.

Sometimes we just need to give ourselves permission to take a day off. It will benefit a person’s physical, spiritual, and mental health. And yes, even retired folks need to stop and smell the roses from time to time.

So today take some time and try one of the following.

  • Read a book
  • Fish with a friend
  • Picnic in the park
  • Walk along the beach
  • Take a drive in the country
  • Spa
  • Golf
  • Do some photography
  • Go see a movie
  • Window shop
  • Lunch with friends
  • Watch sports
  • Swim
  • Garden!

Remember, even if you enjoy cleaning and real work, they are not part of relaxation. So, Don’t.

As for me, I plan to sit outside and enjoy the beauty of Winterpast today. Always remember to take time to enjoy the garden you’ve worked so hard to create. If not today, When?????

More tomorrow.

Back-Pack Angel

Last week, it was time for an eastward drive to do bit of shopping. Lately, the clothing found at Amazon hasn’t worked. Either the sizing isn’t true or the fabric is wrong. With four purchases I found four returns and decided the old fashioned way works the best.

Just 30 minutes away, a new store opened last fall. TJ Max! In a normal sized town, this would be one of many options from which to shop. When living in the high desert plains of Northwestern Nevada, this might as well be Neiman Marcus. Having lived far from city life throughout my entire life, I’m used to “going to town” to shop, so off I went.

Indeed, I found exactly what I was looking for. Along with the clothing, there were some adorable baby items for an upcoming shower. The only downside to this little store is the lengthy wait in the check-out line. Of course, the store has this figured out, placing lots of small items on the shelves leading up to checkout.

A gentleman stood just ahead of me. He was explaining his purchase to the customer between us. Appearing to be an older, single man, he’d already purchased 80 backpacks for the children in his town. In his arms, he cuddled another twelve. Nearly 100 children would benefit from his generosity. A true Random Act of Kindness.

Listening to him talk, I remembered my time in the classroom. It was important to me that children in my classroom were provided for everything they needed. One would think this would come from the school. Think again.

Each year, teachers all over our country head out to Walmart to buy all the things missing in their school’s supply cabinet. In my last school, there weren’t even pencils available the week before school. Of course, being a veteran teacher, this came as no surprise. Administration sent out a lengthy supply list for young parents to purchase for their children.

Add to that list clothing, shoes, fresh haircuts, lunch materials, and the parents already have enough on their plates. The supplies would always be last on that list. Many times, the kids come with nothing. If you teach, you already know that. Just part of the job.

As it turned out, this gentleman had already been to Walmart, buying supplies for each of the twelve backpacks. The best part of the entire situation was that he was enjoying himself as much as the kids would when opening his gift.

This year is tough for everyone. If you happen to be thinking about something kind to do, consider donating to your local school. Yes, we already do with school taxes. That much is true. However, all over the country, there are supply closets that are empty. There are new teachers wondering where they’ll find the pencils they need. Parents deciding on groceries or school supplies.

If you aren’t sure of specific needs, call your school secretary. She will know exactly how you can help.

More tomorrow.

Spay or Neuter Your Pet

Today is the day! With a lot on our minds, I hope you will excuse us as we get ready to race out the door. The days of worrying about upcoming Wooklets will now be a thing of the past. Wookie is getting spayed!

Wookie was part of a breeding agreement with family members. We got all the love, giggles, and wiggles, while she gave life to three litters. Now, her life will be her own. Although she may not feel like it for a few days, she’ll be much, much happier.

While waiting for our Wookie, HHH and I are going to take a picnic lunch and travel to Berlin, NV to see the Berlin-Ichthyosaur State Park.

“Berlin-Ichthyosaur State Park contains a town built in the 1890s that is preserved in a state of arrested decay. A true Nevada ghost town, many of Berlin’s original buildings remain and some of its original residents are interred in the town’s cemetery. Trails throughout the town site tell the story of Berlin and its mine. The park is also home to the most abundant concentration, and largest known remains, of Ichthyosaurs, an ancient marine reptile that swam in a warm ocean that covered central Nevada 225 million years ago. The fossils are protected and displayed at the park’s Fossil House.”https://parks.nv.gov/parks/berlin-ichthyosaur

A full day of site seeing will help HHH and I keep our mind occupied until our girlie is ready to go home. Especially exciting for me, visiting this site has been on my bucket list for years! Stay tuned for a report on the experience.

During Wookie’s recuperation, Oliver will continue enjoying his time at puppy camp. With stitches and post-surgical discomfort, the last thing she needs is a pesky boy bothering her. She’ll be happy to see him on Thursday when she’s well on the road to recovery.

If you have a dog or cat that isn’t spayed or neutered, please consider doing them a favor and get it done.

All prayers and well wishes for Wookie are greatly appreciated.

More tomorrow.

The Box

It’s delightful when something in life comes so full circle it provides a story for a boring Monday morning.

Many months ago, before the 1st Annual Winterpast Garden Party, CC and I were shopping in a garden and home store. Not really a shopper, I usually just browse. On rare occasions, something adorable I must have and so it was on that day.

Along with bee napkins for the party, I found an irresistible coffee mug decorated with a magnificent queen bee surrounded by flowers. It would be the perfect cup from which to sip morning coffee at the computer. Aside from being beautiful, it came in a matching gift box which would keep it safe on my long journey back to Nevada. Also finding a secret gift for CC, I paid and we left.

Once back home, HHH was busy preparing for his annual golf trip. He’d be out of town for the garden party and was interested in all the plans. I showed him the napkins and new cup.

“Oh, that cup is great. You know who need that cup?”

In that moment, my inner voice was saying, “Me. I need the cup. I love the cup. I bought this cup. It will inspire wonderful stories.”

My outer voice replied, “Who would that be?”

Whooo?

“Well, our friend and mentor, Miss Bee.”

Immediately, I knew he was absolutely right. Miss Bee has been with us every step of the way. She has mentored us in the most gentle way, helping us to be the best bee parents we can be. HHH was right. There was no other person that should have this cup. Certainly not me. It already belonged to Miss Bee so at the garden party, I gave it to her. It was meant to be her cup and that was that.

About a week later, a strange package arrived in the mail from CC. We don’t often exchange gifts, so I was puzzled as to what it could be. Once I opened the box, I almost cried. There, nestled in tissue was the same adorable bee cup in its cute-as-bee’s-wings box. Secretly, she’d gotten it for me, not knowing I bought one already! She certainly didn’t know I’d given mine away without even using it once.

The cup is perfect in every way and definitely my favorite. Every morning I’m reminded of the fabulous time we spent together.

And, for a time the box would wait for a job. It might take time, but I’d find just the right treasure to secret into the box as a gift.

Well, weeks passed. We gardened. HHH got stung almost a dozen times in less than 30 minutes. He broke his Maui Jim sunglasses in the process and I sent them away with a note about the way in which the glasses became cracked. After all, if I repaired broken glasses, I might be curious how the break occurred.

Two weeks ago, we got the nicest note from the repair department. You see, we’d twice used their repair services in the spring. In this note, the sweetest associate send her best wishes after such a terrible accident and wished HHH well. She’d only charge us 50% of the normal repair cost as we’d had a little run of bad luck. In this crazy world, it takes Maui Jim -Peoria, Illinois nice to do something so sweet. We’d need to share a little Nevada high desert plains nice in return.

Out came the box. Inside went 4 oz. of our 2024 crop of Winterpast honey with a note of thanks. After careful wrapping, off it went. Last week, I got a reply.

“Thank you for the delicious honey. By the way, this is the cutest little box. I plan to find a special use for it……”

Sometimes even an empty box can spread friendship and happiness.

Remember, whatever you do today, BEE KIND.

More tomorrow.