Whether it grows wild in a pasture or cultivated in the garden, the daisy has long been appreciated for its simple beauty.
Daisies are an ancient flower. Hairpins decorated with daisies were found during the excavation of the Minoan Palace on the Island of Crete. Egyptian ceramics were decorated with daisies.
The family Asteraceae, meaning star, (the aster, daisy, or sunflower family) is the largest family of flowering plants, comprised of more than 1,600 genera and 23,000 species.
The daisy’s name comes from the term “day’s eye,” a reference to the fact that daisy blooms are only open during the day and close up at night. This uncomplicated flower has been assigned meaning for centuries—here are a few: Continue reading
Most of you who read this column will remember that I lost my tiny Shih Tzu, Poobah, and my oldest Shih Tzu, Mouse, late last year; one to bad kidneys and the other to epilepsy. Without being maudlin, it devastated me. When dogs live with you and are part of a dog family there are side-effects. It wasn’t difficult to detect a mourning process going on among the dogs. Of course, it didn’t help that they picked up on my sorrow.
Since then, an interesting phenomenon has quietly taken place. Lulu, the eldest daughter of Mouse, seemed to know when her mother was nearing the end. She began to distance herself. It was hard to detect at first, but gradually became more evident. The time frame here was maybe a week before the passing of Mouse. In a way, I understood. My sister and I had taken care of my mother before she died. In order to do that with the absence of hospice we had to be clear minded. And, so began my observations of Lulu, who, by the way, looks very much like her mother. Continue reading
Starting in April, 2017, eight new recruits will be responding to emergency calls. Finally, after six months of extensive training and a practical skills exam, they will begin their year-long probationary period with the department. The recruit academy covered a variety of topics, such as emergency medical training, hazardous materials, fire control, ropes and knots, etc. At the completion of the training the new recruits will receive their Oregon DPSST Firefighter 1 Certification.
The composition of the new group reflects the nature of the general population in the Corbett area. The new recruits range in age from the late teens to people who are retired and in their sixties. Some are still students, one is a practicing attorney, another is a sheet metal installer, one is a retired biologist, another is a former bank employee and is the mother of two small children (4 and 6 years of age), and one is a paramedic who has a pre-school daughter. Continue reading
The blare of the fire truck horn, or wail of the ambulance, makes us pause and hope that wherever it is going it gets there in time to prevent a catastrophe.
The shock at what just happened at a fire or medical scene can be physically and emotionally devastating to the victims. For the fire fighter and emergency medical teams at the scene there can be an overwhelming emotional impact. And this visceral jolt can last long after the event for some of the responders.
During the 10 years that Don Trotter has been on the Board of Directors of Clackamas Fire District 1, he has become a strong believer in the wellness, not only of the citizens the district serves, but also of the responders that go out on emergency calls. Don says he has a special interest in the internal Wellness Program that is crucial to “having healthy and mentally stable fire fighters ready at all times for the next emergency.” He goes on “This Program is structured to include peer-to-peer discussions after a call [in order] to decompress.” Continue reading
When I received an email the other day from a Multnomah County employee sporting their new logo “ALL are welcome here,” I wondered if that really applied to older white male scientists who dare to disagree with the County’s official religion “’Climate Hysteria” and all the anti-modern, anti-Christian dogma that goes along with it? Have Multnomah County, the City of Portland, and the surrounding area finally become inclusive and respectful, even welcoming black sheep who are clearly different from them? Or do their concerns merely extend to illegal aliens who have committed a felony and are in danger of being deported?
In hopeful anticipation, I consulted the County website where their concerns were for “immigrants,” “LGBTQ rights, marriage equality,” “seniors, the homeless and children.” Former Chair of the County Board Deborah Kafoury said her goal was “to take a stand against hatred, racism and violence.” Continue reading
Denisha Merriweather failed third grade twice. Today, she is finishing her master’s degree, thanks to Florida’s tax-credit-funded scholarship program. Last month Denisha was President Trump’s guest at his Address to Congress, where he called educational choice “the civil rights issue of our time.”
The key to Denisha’s success was her godmother’s ability to remove Denisha from a school that was failing her, and to send her to the school that provided her with the support she needed.
Denisha says: “Now that I’m in graduate school, I can look up statistics that suggest I’ve beaten the odds….[S]tudents who don’t read proficiently by the third grade are four times as likely to drop out of high school as those who do….”
“That was me.” Continue reading
Well, now we know why the GOP establishment kept their ObamaCare replacement package locked in a room where not even GOP senators could read it. Everyone naturally wondered what they were hiding, and now we know. They were hiding it because it is a horrible, no good, very bad piece of legislation.
If it repeals ObamaCare in any meaningful sense (and it doesn’t), it only replaces it with something as bad if not worse. This is exactly the kind of bill you would expect to come from the swamp that so desperately needs to be drained.
This bill does not drain the swamp. It instead brings the swamp under the protection of the public policy equivalent of the EPA, guaranteeing that no one will be able to touch it, and ensuring that it will be an ugly and barren part of the American landscape until the end of time. Continue reading
As soon as we get past January 1st, I start to feel impatient. It’s the time of year I start planning what to grow in my quest for the most perfect Homemade Salsa. Every year, I try several new varieties to find the most flavorful tomatoes, the freshest tasting herbs, and the sweetest corn. Most unusual varieties have to be grown from seed. If you want to join me on my quest, I’ll give you a few of my greatest Secrets to growing great Salsa Ingredients from seed.
Use Good Seed Growing Trays. I prefer the little trays you can purchase at Bi-Mart that have the clear covers to help hold in moisture. I have used the jiffy pellets with good results. You get them wet and they swell up into a little round dirt pots, ready to grow. One of the things I love about them is that you plant the entire thing with absolutely no mess. If money is an issue, you can also use paper egg cartons in plastic vegetable bags. I start most everything inside in those little pots, it really helps improve germination and stop birds and things from digging up and eating the seeds. Continue reading
It’s already March. How are you doing on your New Year’s resolutions? A friend of mine has latched onto Chinese New Year because she says it’s sort of like a “re-do” opportunity if you don’t stick to your calendar year resolutions. Chinese New Year usually falls at the end of January or early February and this, the year of the dragon, was no exception. So, about three weeks after 2017 started, some of us said, “Well, let’s be serious about it now.” Have I gotten down to the business of carrying out my resolutions?
Not so much. I remember giving up a few years ago after trying to explain resolutions to my son. He resolved to go swimming with his parents during open swim (read: play time for kids and families) twice a week at the Y. That was actually more of a wish to lock the parents into a commitment they can’t keep due to scheduling, sports games, and other various obstacles. But it sounded good to him. Continue reading
My mom, who made all my dresses when I was a girl, always kept her pins and needles stuck in a pin-cushion that was shaped like a tomato with a strawberry attached to it. I never gave it a second thought. Didn’t everybody keep their pins and needles the same way?
Pincushions come in all shapes and sizes, but the tomato is the design that prevails as the classic. But why a tomato of all things? There’s actually a reason for the tomato design. Continue reading