Crisp is the word that best describes October mornings in Rim Country. There may be lovely, languid days, but mornings and evenings are brisk, if not downright chilly. Time to put away the T-shirts and flip-flops and get out the sweatshirts and socks.
According to the “Old Farmers’ Almanac,” winter of 2014 will begin early and be a hard one.
If September were a color, it would be gold — not the bright gold of early spring or the glaze of sun on new fallen snow, but a soft, mellow gold that matches this month’s gentle flow into autumn.
Summer may not be officially over, but subtle signs of fall are appearing.
August is summer full-blown, a month to savor the cool, early morning hours with a glass of juice or cup of coffee sipped on the patio.
What does midsummer mean to you? Gardening? Fruits and vegetables and berries ripening?
There will be a $1 bag sale of clothing every day for the immediate future at the Thrift Store.
Does anyone do embroidery these days or has it become a lost art?
Feeling lucky? Here’s your chance to get a discount at the Senior Thrift Store, 512 W. Main St., adjacent to the Senior Center.
May is Mother Nature’s gift to Rim Country.
What’s not to like about April? Gentle breezes, warm sunshine, April showers (we hope), trees leafed out, flowers blooming — oh, sure, here in Rim Country we can still get a bit of leftover winter, but it seldom lasts more than a day or two. The name of this month is either from the Romans, meaning, “to open” or in honor of Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love.
Has the early beautiful weather put you in the mood for planting?
March this year certainly came in like a lion didn’t it?
A delightful surprise greeted me last week as I walked through the Safeway door. Alongside the floral department was a tall vase filled with pussy willows — real ones!
It may just be February, but there are subtle signs of spring if you know where to look.
January is here and it’s usually a time when we see some snow in Rim Country. That hasn’t been happening this year, so far, although most of the rest of the country is getting more winter than they want.
Wow! How did it ever get to be December so soon?
“Our harvest being gotten in, our governor sent four men out fowling so that we might, after a more special manner, rejoice together after we had gathered the fruits of our labors.”
Sunday evening, Oct. 27 — We’d had an early dinner and were watching the fourth game of the World Series. Len, who was recently a patient in PRMC, was preparing to go to bed. Just as he was about to crawl under the covers — chirp…chirp…chirp. The bedroom smoke alarm decided to make itself heard. (Don’t those batteries ever get weak during the daytime?)
Helen Hunt Jackson said it best in her poem, “October’s Bright Blue Weather.” Where better to enjoy this stimulating time of year than in Rim Country?
No one enjoys being in a hospital emergency room, but that is where Len and I found ourselves a couple weeks ago. As careful as we try to be at our ages, he had taken a fall and was experiencing back pain.
Have you discovered Cronuts yet? The pastries are a cross between a croissant and a donut and are sweeping the country from New York City to San Francisco.
August, the month with the royal name, is not very royal at all. It’s lazy and laid-back, time to sit on the front porch (if you have one) or on the patio, sipping lemonade, savoring the garden harvests, or stretching out in the hammock with a good book.
A warm welcome to Todd Youtz, new cook at the Payson Senior Center, 514 W. Main St.
It started when two Native American flutists, teacher and performer Betty Acker and new flute player and aficionado Tom Russell, decided to form a Native American Flute Circle in Rim Country.
Attention, seniors! Please be very careful in giving out personal information via computer, telephone and regular mail or in person.
June is pure magic. It transforms Rim Country into a fairyland of blossom and birdsong.
The mourning doves that have nested near our back yard in previous years are back — we hear their cooing morning, noon, and yes, even at night.
It has been said that to stay young at heart one should keep open to new thoughts and experiences and never quit learning.
April is such a cheerful month; filled with bright sunshine, warm breezes, birdsong and best of all in Rim Country, a multitude of blossoming trees.
Listen up! I’m starting a campaign to banish the word “basically” from our vocabulary.
Drive through any neighborhood in Payson and you are sure to see people walking their dogs — I don’t know if any survey has ever been done, but it seems to me that Payson has one of the largest dog populations in the country.
Love — What a strange thing it is… I hope you all had a happy Valentine’s Day.
January is Get Organized Month, time to clean out files, closets, the pantry and if you are really in a cleaning frenzy, even the garage.
Senior Moments Column
Happy New Year! Up go the new calendars. The earliest known calendars date back some 10,000 years, although primitive man undoubtedly had some method of marking the passage of time.
Welcome to December — this year the month has five Saturdays, five Sundays and five Mondays.
Happy Thanksgiving! What are you most grateful for on this holiday?
Recently Len and I attended a program on fall prevention at the Powell House presented by Toba Robinson, director of therapy services for KC’s Home Health Care in Phoenix.
Halloween is just around the corner. If you are carving a jack-o-lantern, don’t waste the inside. Cut out the pumpkin meat, scraping away the seeds and pulp.
Does anyone remember playing Cat’s Cradle or Hangman or Tic Tac Toe?
Signs of fall: squirrels harvesting a bumper crop of acorns in the back yard.
Now that Labor Day is over, we can settle into September and enjoy the cooler days and nights.
The month of August has no official holidays. It is a quiet month, some may even say dull, but August has its own charm. After the excitement of July, the pace slows down (until the rodeo comes to town in Payson).
“Ooo? Oo oo oo” — It is a little after 4 a.m. and still dark outside. From the back yard comes a sleepy call of our resident mourning dove. He must have decided it was too early to get up; no more calls for another half-hour.
This month deserves to be in big, bold print. July is filled with activity, excitement, picnics, outdoor sports —and fireworks! Some manmade and some from Mother Nature as the summer storms roll through Rim Country. If you are planning a July wedding, you might want to change your mind — July is The Unlucky Month For Weddings. Come to think of it, I don’t know anyone who was married in July.
June is here, that delightful month of long, sunny days and warm evenings. June is a gentle month made for being outside, whether having lunch on the patio, gardening, stargazing or simply savoring life in Rim Country. It is a month of blossoms. The honeysuckle at the side of our house just finished blooming and is now threatening to take over the rest of the building. We try to keep it trimmed, but if we turn our backs for a day or two, its tendrils sneak out and grasp whatever is within reach. It is lush and green and seems to thrive on neglect. June is the month of roses.
May is the prelude to June — the month when hours of daylight are the longest. In the midst of winter, we yearn for this time of year, but when the sun lingers late in the sky and the temperature climbs, we like to sit out on the patio in the cool of the evening, watch the daylight slowly fade away, and, as our family says, talk smart. Sometimes it is just Len and me, sometimes we are joined by other family members. There’s usually a lot of laughter — it doesn’t matter what the topics are, whether the day’s events, politics, gardening or whatever, it is a pleasant end to a summer’s day. And, remember, the days will begin growing shorter after the summer solstice on June 20, so enjoy this while you can.
Fling wide the doors! Old Sol, shine down your brightest sunshine! Let’s hear a drum roll, woodpeckers and a chorus of birdsong. Line the path with spring flowers — May is here! “April is promise, May is fulfillment” wrote Edwin Way Teale in A Walk Through The Year. At long last, gardeners can get out and till the soil. There is something therapeutic about getting your hands in warm earth, planting seeds and watching them sprout —and, oh my goodness, that wonderful sense of satisfaction when you harvest the first results of your efforts. Does anything taste better than a salad of lettuce, green onions, spinach and other early veggies right from your own garden?
Dandelions! They must have been put here on earth just so small children could pick them without being scolded. Their saucy blooms are among the first to welcome spring. Dandelions grow anywhere — roadsides, open meadows, cracks in sidewalks, yards — especially yards! There is a golden band of them along the north side of Highway 260 in front of Bashas’. Although it is commonly believed that early colonists brought the dandelion to this country, there are at least seven species native to North America. The common dandelion, which is often considered a garden pest, is an offspring of those introduced by European immigrants. They prized the early spring leaves as garden vegetables and made wine from the blossoms. Dried, ground roots were used for medicine. Dandelions are rich in potassium, which stimulates the production of bile and may be helpful in the treatment of liver disease. In the late 1800s, dandelions were in such demand that they were advertised in seed catalogues. The name is taken from the French dents de lion (lion’s teeth) referring to the jagged outline of the leaves.
April is here, one of the loveliest months of the year. April is many things: National Humor Month (who doesn’t need a good laugh once in a while?) and National Poetry Month. The first week of April is Library Week; the second, Garden Week; the third, Organize Your Files Week; and the fourth, National Karaoke Week — something to sing about. Newspaper Columnists’ Day is April 18 (my favorite) and Volunteers’ Recognition Day is April 20. On April 4, 1877, the first home telephone was installed and on the 9th of April 1833, the first public library in this country opened in Petersboro, N.H.