I can’t resist putting some of the really neat videos from YouTube on my blogs.  Here’s the latest funny.

Enjoy.

Marilynne

I love to blog and you can tell it.  I guess it’s because I love to talk and blogging is similar to talking.  Well, the feedback is a bit slim, now isn’t it?

Still, it’s fun to write about my day, my memories, my problems.  I’m not alone in this.  There are a tremendous number of bloggers on the internet, all of us with something to say or something to share.  I have five blogs:

• This one http://marilynnesmith.com/blogging
• http://mysterywriterlady.blogspot.com
• http://maxiebooks.blogspot.com/
• http://myspace.com/mysterymarilynne
• http://womenoverfifty.Today.com

I guess you’d say I am chatty in an electronic sort of way.

Marilynne

When I think of all of the bloggers blogging their hearts and souls out day after day I am amazed. We write to be read, but without any assurance that someone will read us.

I am amazed when I think of the number of emails flying this way and that all day long. My snail mail is now mostly solicitations, circulars and bills. We talk about leaving a trash can by the mail box so we don’t have to bring it to the house.

I am amazed by the information I can find just by searching on the web. If we didn’t have those search engines how would we find anything?

I am amazed that my granddaughter who lives in Finland can keep track of what’s going on with the friends she left behind, and of the new friends she has made.

I am amazed that another granddaughter was able to visit Slovakia and send us pictures of her visit before she came home.

It’s just an amazing web world we live in.

Marilynne

I am thinking lofty thoughts today.  I’m thinking that when you plant a tree, you plant for the future.  In my case, a tree that I plant could live until long after I’m gone.

I love trees.  Today I planted a tree.  It’s not fair to say that since my husband did all the hard work.  I have some projects that he can see coming.  He knows he’s going to have to volunteer to do the hard labor.

I bought a little coffee tree in a two-inch pot about a year ago.  It’s been thriving in my kitchen window, but now it’s too big.  It’s too big for its pot and it’s getting too big to be a house plant.

A day or so ago I dug a big hole outside for my little tree.  I discarded the dirt I dug out and filled it with potting mix, top dressing, fertilizer, all sorts of nummies.  I watered it well and went inside to wait for the water to soak in.

When I told my husband about my project, he said “The gophers will eat the roots.”  Nasty gophers.  “The rabbits are eating every green thing in sight.”  Cute little weed/plant eating rodents, rabbits are.  They get you with their soft fur and big eyes while they eat and eat and eat.

At this point my husband knows he shouldn’t have said anything.  “Would you make a gopher cage for my little tree and leave it high so the rabbits can’t eat it?”  There, I’ve included him in my project.  He knows I can’t make a gopher cage myself.  My hands aren’t strong enough to use the wire cutters.

The dear man did make the gopher cage for me and when he was done, he planted my coffee tree.  I helped by creating a bit of shade with a plastic bag.  This little tree has been growing in my house.  Now it has to cope with sunshine.

Now I need to wish it luck and keep an eye on it.  I’m hoping it will grow and be strong, but an amateur gardener doesn’t get everything she wishes for.

Marilynne