Sunday, 31 August 2014

Hoya imperialis, Waxplant

"Hoya imperialis, Waxplant", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2014

Hoya imperialis produces some of the largest individual flowers (3-4 inches) of the Hoya group – a species that produces some truly “imperialis” flowers. 

This member of the family Apocynaceae is a spectacular vine with burgundy, pink and, occasionally, yellow flowers which have a creamy-white corona when mature. As well, it has thick, green stems, some many meters long. The large flowers which have a very pleasant scent, most noticeable in the evening, hang in stiff clusters like an open umbrella. 

The common names for Hoya imperialis include Wax Flower, Waxplant, Honey Plant and Porcelain Flower with Wax Flower or Waxplant being the most commonly used. 

Hoya imperialis blossoms can last for several weeks after coming to full bloom. They are impervious to any munching animals and have evolved to withstand the tropical rain storms experienced in their native Borneo and Malaysia. 

This genus was named by botanist Robert Brown (1773-1858), a Scottish botanist and palaeo-botanist who made important contributions to botany largely through his pioneering use of the microscope. Brown chose the name Hoya in order to honour his friend, botanist Thomas Hoy (1750-1822), gardener to the Duke of Northumberland at Syon House in Middlesex in the United Kingdom, a position he held for 40 years.

Photo of Hoya imperialis
I became very frustrated in my efforts to give these blossoms that shiny, waxy look that Nature has given them.  My software just isn't up to it, I discovered, after spending several hours trying to find some way to make the blossoms shine.  (See how they shine in the photo above!).  Ah, well... one of these days I'll find a way.  Meanwhile, please just imagine that the blossoms in my drawing are just as shiny as the ones in the photo.  Thanks.



Suki says:  "Who, me?"
"I never do anything naughty!"

Another week has passed -- a week during which Suki actually did not do anything really naughty.  She was occasionally rather obnoxious, but it was her normal obnoxiousness!

Perhaps her "I just woke up why aren't you where I can see you" cries were a bit louder and went on for a bit longer... I really can't say for sure... Otherwise, things were very routine. Even her attempts to get me up in the morning when she feels it's time for her breakfast were mild by comparison to those of the past.  

Most surprisingly, when we had another fly in the apartment this week, Suki simply sat and looked first at the fly and then at me -- seemingly saying that she expected me to take care of matter.  I, obligingly, grabbed an old dusting rag and finished that fly off quite expeditiously.  Suki sniffed the carcass carefully and then turned, jumped up in her chair, thoroughly washed her face and paws and then went back to sleep!

I must say, all this good behaviour is making me just a bit nervous. If she was about 10 years older, I could put it down to aging, but she is only 5 1/2 years old -- which is still quite young for a cat.

Maybe its the arthritis that is slowing her down.  She never complains about it (unlike the way I complain about my arthritis) so I really do not have any idea about the level of pain she may be experiencing.  I do notice her limping occasionally and I do catch her wincing sometimes when she jumps from the floor to the seat of her favourite chair.  

I guess I could go back to giving her pain medication, but I really hate to do that... it seems to make her so groggy and sleepy. Then, when she does wake up, she acts a bit confused.  As well, the medication seems to play havoc with her digestive tract.  How I wish, at times like this, that she could talk -- really talk, in words, I mean. Then she could tell me exactly what she would prefer.  

I know for myself that I choose to take less medication, even though that leaves me with more pain, so that I can still be alert enough to draw, write, listen to books and watch movies on Netflix. Maybe it's the same for her -- maybe she would rather have a bit more pain so that she can do her favourite things each day instead of sleeping 22 out of 24 hours a day and having a tummy ache!

I will try to watch her a bit more carefully this coming week and see what signs I notice, if any, of increased limping, hesitation before jumping or wincing when she does jump.  I will then make a decision about whether she needs to visit the vet or whether she just needs a bit more assistance with her daily activities.  I mean, maybe a small stool in front of her favourite chair would keep her from having to make painful jumps so often each day. This would decrease the amount of pain she is experiencing without drugs.  I will let you know what I have discovered in next Sunday's posting.

As for me, there is nothing new to report.  This past week has been one of the quietest I've experienced in a long time.  I do, however, have a visit from a friend and a rather long medical appointment coming up this week. A friend will visit for lunch on Tuesday and I will visit St. Michael's Hospital on Thursday.  The hospital visit includes a lengthy test to see if my asthma has gotten worse.  This will be followed by a visit to my doctor at the sleep clinic -- he is the one who manages my narcolepsy problems.

I really do not expect anything new to come out of the visit to St. Mike's.  There is a possibility that the asthma has gotten worse, but that can probably be fixed by changing my puffer or my regimen for using it. I will let you know if I find out anything of importance when I do next Sunday's posting. 



"Icon, Jesus Carrying the Cross", by the hand of Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2010

Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me. For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. What profit would there be for one to gain the whole world and forfeit his life? Or what can one give in exchange for his life? For the Son of Man will come with his angels in his Father’s glory, and then he will repay all according to his conduct.”  Matt: 16:24-27 

This is one of those truly difficult sayings of Christ.  All of us have our own crosses to carry. For some of us our cross is composed of only two or three major things, but for most of us, our crosses seem to be composed of hundreds of little things -- daily responsibilities, difficult people, chronic problems that we know will most likely never get better and so on and so on.

Yet Christ says that if we wish to follow Him we must deny ourselves and willingly pick up that cross and carry it every day. This command is truly beyond our human abilities and yet most of us try, over and over again, to carry our cross by willing to do so, gritting our teeth and trying not to complain too much.  Of course, we fail, blame ourselves, get discouraged, pity ourselves because our cross looks so much worse than our neighbour's does.  In our hearts we mutter "it just isn't fair."

As I have to remind myself so often... it is the gift of His grace that enables me.  Apart from Him I can do nothing.

May grace and peace be with you all.

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Woman with a Fan

"Woman with a Fan", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2014

Today's drawing was inspired by the work of a minor Spanish artist [Pedro Sáenz Sáenz (1863-1927)].  His painting, entitled: "Disfraz japonesa" (Japanese costume), shows a lovely young woman, holding a large, flat fan and dressed in what Sáenz considered to be a Japanese costume.  For some reason the pose and the face attracted my attention and led me to use this painting as the guide for the above drawing which I have called "Woman with a Fan".

Pedro Sáenz Sáenz was a Spanish pre-Raphaelite painter whose work was dominated by portraits, religious scenes and nudes -- what a combination!  His paintings were full of light with many elaborate details.  

Sáenz was born, lived and died in Málaga, Spain. As a young man, he studied art at the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Málaga. In time, he became a member of what was known as the Málaga School of Painting where his work was strongly influenced by Bernardo Ferrandiz whose leadership revolutionized the teaching of painting in Málaga where he restructured the curriculum to resemble the teaching in the fine art schools of Europe.

There is little information available online about the life of Pedro Sáenz Sáenz.  I did find a photo taken in his studio, showing him standing in front of a large canvas of a religious scene.  However, there were mostly just web sites showing some of his paintings and always including what seems to be his most well-known work:  "Disfraz japonesa".

At any rate, my drawing is definitely not of a woman in a Japanese costume; however, I did like the idea of drawing a Spanish-looking woman holding a fan.  I considered adding a peineta (comb) with a mantilla (lace head covering), but decided not to try something this detailed at the moment.  Maybe I will, at some later date, try reworking this drawing and adding a peineta y mantilla!  Time will tell... 



Suki spouting some foolishness just because
I forced her to move from one sleeping place
to another (I needed the paper on which she
was lying)!
Well, Suki had a very exciting night!  Somehow, during the day yesterday, a fly got into our home. This foolish fly, which had obviously been resting for some hours, decided to start buzzing around the apartment just as I began my preparations to go to bed.  

Suki discovered the fly as she was about to have her bedtime snack (she had been begging for this snack for about half an hour).  However, just at the moment I put her food dish on the floor, we both saw a black object come flying up from that same floor.

Suki's food was completely forgotten as she began to make valiant efforts to capture said fly.  When she realized, once again, that she can no longer jump very high (due to the arthritis in her back legs), she immediately started making plaintive cries which translated as "please help me catch this flying thing... please, please, please!"

Even without Suki's pleas, I knew immediately that I was going to have to be the one to take care of the fly -- Suki is not a very good hunter even minus the arthritis!  Reaching into the rag bag, I quickly grabbed an old towel which I expertly wielded, knocking the fly to the floor on about my third swing.  

Once the fly was down and obviously stunned, I attempted to prove to Suki that this black object on the floor was the very same object she had just been chasing.  Sadly, she did not believe me. Even when I showed her the remains of the now dead fly as I held it in a tissue, letting her sniff it thoroughly, she still was not convinced.

So, for the next half hour, while I continued getting ready for bed, Suki did a complete search of the entire apartment.  She seemed certain that the dastardly fly was still hiding somewhere.  Even after I turned off all the lights and climbed into bed, I could still hear Suki searching for the fly as I fell asleep.

What about her bedtime snack sitting on the kitchen floor, you ask? Well, her dish was empty when I got up this morning so, obviously, she finally decided that the fly was gone and her food needed to be eaten!

I will have to be more careful in the future when opening the balcony door as this is the time of year when many a fly begins to seek the warmth of indoors as the nights get cooler.  I can't deal with having to catch too many flying creatures for this silly cat!

As for me, I continue to do poorly, as usual these days.  As you know, I have found ways of dealing with much of the pain and discomfort of each day. These techniques work fairly well for me most of the time and so I manage. There are those days, however, when nothing seems to work and all the unpleasantness seems to be magnified.  Thankfully, with help, I am still able to manage living on my own.



"Icon St. Peter the Rock", by the hand of Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2013

Jesus went into the region of Caesarea Philippi and he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” They replied, “Some say John the Baptist, others Elijah, still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter said in reply, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah. For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father. And so I say to you, you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church, and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it. I will give you the keys to the kingdom of heaven. Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven; and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.” Then he strictly ordered his disciples to tell no one that he was the Christ.  Matt 16:13-20

May these words comfort and sustain us in these troubled times.
May peace be with us -- one and all.

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Meriania nobilis

"Meriania nobilis", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2014

Meriania nobilis is considered to be one of the most beautiful flowering trees in the world! For almost the entire year, this tree, native to Colombia, is covered with big bouquets of luxurious blooms in various shades of purple and red. 

Meriania nobilis tree

Meriania nobilis, a member of the Melastomataceae family, typically grows to a height of around 20 feet. It is found in the cloud forests of Columbia, at between 1900 and 2900 meters, where humidity is high and temperatures are cool to mild all year and frost is almost non-existent. 

Columbian Cloud Forests
The genus name of Meriania is taken from Maria Merian, an entomologist and botanist who lived during the 17th century. The species name, nobilis, comes from the Latin "noble" and refers to the "nobility" of the lovely flowers found growing on these trees. 

Even without flowers, these are beautiful trees with large, satiny leaves showing distinctive veins. When you add the blossoms, of course, you have something quite spectacular. The approximately 3 inch blossoms are red when they first open, then progress through shades of purple and violet. These vivid petals are accented by unusual stamens (the pollen producing part of a flower) with purple and white filaments. At the top of the filaments are anthers (the part of the stamen where pollen is produced) highlighted in yellow.

To be honest, it was the reproductive parts of this flower that caused me to decide to do a drawing of Meriania nobilis in the first place.  
Closeup of Meriania nobilis stamens, etc.
The colourful stamens combined with the vivid colours of the flower petals of red, violet and purple were all just too irresistible.  As you all know, the more colours, the better I like it and the more vivid those colours, the best I like it!

The leaves were also very appealing -- so green and shiny, but, alas, I really can't show a shiny finish on leaves or flowers with the computer software I use.  I keep hoping that one of these days I will discover a way to give a satiny finish when the leaves or flower petals require it.  Meanwhile, I do the best I can and just enjoy the many colours I can create on the computer.



Suki sitting and thinking about what
mischief she can get into next!
Suki never ceases to surprise me!
Last night something occurred that I never would have imagined possible -- Suki did what I told her to do!

Let me tell you what happened...

I was awakened about 5 a.m. by Suki making some kind of strange noise (I think she was pulling her claws over the lattice work under one of my tables).  At any rate, whatever she was doing, it was noisy enough to rouse me from sleep.

Normally, I would have gotten up to investigate what Suki was doing and after yelling at her, I would have tried to prevent further noise by putting pillows over the area, moving things or whatever. However, this time, I simply stayed in bed and yelled, loudly, "Stop it, Suki!"  

Amazingly, the noise ceased.  So I continued yelling, loudly, "No! No! No!  I am not going to get up now and feed you.  Just STOP making that noise right now!"  With this, I turned over and quickly fell asleep again.

The next time I was awakened by Suki's noise making, I knew that some time had passed, but I was shocked when I glanced at the clock and saw that it was now 6:30 a.m. -- the perfect time for me to be getting up.

I have no idea what happened here.  Did Suki really understand that I was determined to stay in bed and give up trying to awaken me again for an hour and a half?  Did she go back to her original noise making but somehow this time I slept through it?  Or, does Suki really understand words like "stop" and "no"?

I know that dogs can easily be trained to understand the sounds and tones of words of command, but I never thought it was possible for cats to do so.  Not that cats are so unintelligent that they cannot understand, but, rather, they simply do not believe in obeying any commands except their own!  

I do realize that cats can be trained by expert trainers to obey commands, but this usually involves a combination of great patience and many treats.  For example, those cats who appear in movies doing things on cue. But the idea that Suki might suddenly begin to obey me just because I have yelled "stop it" or "no" to her so many times over the years seems almost unbelievable!

I will try to get Suki to repeat this behaviour next time she awakens me at some inappropriate time and I will let you know what happens.  Personally, I think it was just a fluke; however, time will tell!

Otherwise, life goes on in its usual mundane fashion for the two of us.  I had one appointment this week but it was not a medical one so there is nothing new to report regarding my health (or lack thereof!).  

I did have a visitor this week.  A very dear friend of mine, who moved from Toronto to Virginia some years ago now, is presently here visiting family and friends.  We had a wonderful visit in spite of my pain and discomfort.  She is such a special friend and it was wonderful to see her again after almost a year.

"Our Lady, Hope of

As well, I received two requests for permission to use 2 different "icons".  One gentleman wrote to ask for a print of Our Lady, Hope of Africa to use in relation to a child he and his family are
sponsoring from Africa.

"Nunavut Madonna"
The other request came from a gentleman with the Salvation Army who wants to use the "Nunavut Madonna" as part of a Power Point presentation he is doing.

Hearing from people who think my art work is worthy of use does please me since my art is and has always been, for me, more of a way of moving beyond physical and emotional pain and, in my mind, has little to do with what I consider to be the work of serious artists.



"Jesus Healing the Canaanite Woman's Daughter"
drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2013

At that time, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. And behold, a Canaanite woman of that district came and called out, “Have pity on me, Lord, Son of David! My daughter is tormented by a demon.” But Jesus did not say a word in answer to her. Jesus’ disciples came and asked him, “Send her away, for she keeps calling out after us.” He said in reply, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of the house of Israel.” But the woman came and did Jesus homage, saying, “Lord, help me.” He said in reply, “It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs.” She said, “Please, Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fall from the table of their masters.” Then Jesus said to her in reply, “O woman, great is your faith! Let it be done for you as you wish.” And the woman’s daughter was healed from that hour.  Mt 15: 21-28

When I was young, this seemed like such a strange story to me. Here is the always kind and compassionate Jesus suddenly saying such harsh things to a poor woman whose only child is severely mentally disturbed.  Not only that, He makes it sound as though she deserves such harsh treatment because she is not Jewish, but a lowly Canaanite!

Of course, Jesus knew exactly the depth of this woman's faith and just how much He needed to push her in order for her to realize the need for even deeper faith.  What she was asking for was so important that it could not be given easily. Their faith would have to persevere in this "pagan" land where faith in the Jewish Messiah would not be easily tolerated.  Once Jesus sees that she understands how harsh the struggle to hold onto this faith will be, she hears those precious words: "O woman, great is your faith!  Let it be done for you as you wish."

Long ago, I came to the realization that this encounter was recorded, in all its harshness, in order that those of us who belong to the community of faith will be aided in the realization of how blessed we are to able to receive the healing presence of Christ daily or weekly at Mass.  There is no need for pleading or groveling -- just the need for our ongoing perseverance in holding onto our faith in good times and bad. Like hungry, trusting children, all we have to do is approach the altar, open our mouths and feed on the Bread of Life.

Peace be with you all.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Picking Grapes

"Our Lady Picking Grapes", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2014

Early Picasso entitled "The Old
Fisherman".  Note the realistic detail
in this work as compared to Godward's

"classical antique influence".
Today's drawing was inspired by one of the works of an artist by the name of John William Godward (1861-1922). He was an English painter from the end of what is called the Pre-Raphaelite/ Neo-Classicist era. His style of painting fell out of favour with the arrival of artists such as Picasso.  Godward, tragically, committed suicide at the age of 61 and is said to have written in his suicide note that "the world was not big enough" for him and a Picasso!    

“In Godward‘s work we see the final summation of half a millennium of classical antique influence on Western painting … It vanished during Godward’s generation – killed, as it were, by contemporary nihilistic philosophies … [such as Kierkegaard and Nietzsche].   What Godward does represent is a microcosm for all classicists during a period aptly called The Twilight of the Gods or The Eclipse of Classicism. Vern G. Swanson


Self-Portrait, John William 

At the time of his death, he was already estranged from his very conservative family who had strongly disapproved of his becoming an artist. As well, they were extremely ashamed of his suicide and, upon learning of it, burned all his papers. No photographs of Godward are known to have survived as the family is said to have cut Godward's picture out of every group photo and burned those of Godward alone; however, there is a self-portrait of the artist as a young man in one of his paintings.  One of his best known paintings is "Dolce far Niente" (1904), which resides, currently, in the collection of Andrew Lloyd Webber.  

The Godward work which inspired me to do the drawing at the beginning of this posting ("Our Lady Picking Grapes") is entitled simply "Autumn" and shows a young woman, in classical dress, picking grapes in a grape arbour.  

At first glance, it was the pose of the woman that caught my attention -- especially the slender arm reaching upward.  Next, Godward's painting made me think about Our Lady and how the home she shared with St. Joseph and Our Lord most likely had its own grape arbour.  If so, Our Lady would certainly have spent time sitting in its shade and, at the end of the summer, gathering the ripe grapes -- a task that Our Lord would have, no doubt, helped her with as he grew older.

And, so, as we come closer to the end of our own summer season, I give you a drawing of "Our Lady Picking Grapes".  

Much of the above information was takes from various sources on the Internet.



I believe that Braden received this "electric" car for his birthday, but I am not certain.  Anyway, whenever he received it, it hasn't taken him long to become a very good driver! Notice that he made a very nice right-hand turn and moved over smartly when the pedestrian came along the sidewalk.  I predict that he is going to be an excellent driver by the time he is old enough to get a licence!  

Unfortunately, the photos are not that clear because they were "captured" from a video, but you can still get a good idea of how well he was doing.  

Braden getting ready to make a turn

Braden making a nice turn

Braden carefully passing a pedestrian by staying well within his "lane"! 



Suki looking a bit blue!

I am loathe to admit it, but Suki has been extremely well behaved this past week!  I have no idea why and, I must admit, it is making me very nervous.  As the days pass with no real bad behaviour on her part, I find myself waiting "for the other shoe to drop" -- so to speak.  I keep asking myself: "What is she up to?"

Examples of her current "good" behaviour include such things as:

  • allowing me to sleep until a reasonable time each morning;
  • allowing me to feed her at the proper times without making a big fuss about it;
  • allowing me to talk on the phone without insisting on my holding her in my lap at the same time (this can be very painful); and, 
  • allowing me to stay on the computer without insisting on sitting in my lap (also very painful) or on the keyboard!
So, I think you can see why I am nervous.  I am trying to enjoy all this while it is going on, but my joy is tinged by worry -- worry that Suki is preparing something really, really outrageous while appearing to be so well behaved.  I mean we all know just how clever she really is.

So, if there is no posting next week, please check immediately with the hospitals in my area -- especially the psych wards!

As for how I am doing otherwise, all I can say is that I never really knew until now what people meant when they talked about experiencing chronic pain.  Perhaps this is why Suki is being so kind to me.  Maybe there are no ulterior motives on her part and she is just aware of how bad the pain can be for me these days.

Thankfully, I am getting through it and managing it the best I can.  I will be seeing the Pain Clinic doctor in September at which time we will once again discuss the possible options of spinal injections and/or surgery -- neither of which sound very promising to me.


Nineteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

"Icon - St. Peter: 'Lord save me' ", by the hand of Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2010

"In the fourth watch of the night he came towards them, walking on the sea, and when the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. 'It is a ghost,' they said, and cried out in fear. But at once Jesus called out to them, saying, 'Courage! It's me! Don't be afraid.' It was Peter who answered. 'Lord,' he said, 'if it is you, tell me to come to you across the water.' Jesus said, 'Come.' Then Peter got out of the boat and started walking towards Jesus across the water, but then noticing the wind, he took fright and began to sink. 'Lord,' he cried, 'save me!' Jesus put out his hand at once and held him. 'You have so little faith,' he said, 'why did you doubt?' And as they got into the boat the wind dropped. The men in the boat bowed down before him and said, 'Truly, you are the Son of God.' "  Matt. 14: 25-33

Well, at least St. Peter had the courage to try!  I am sure that I would have just cowered in the boat, hoping it would all be over soon.

St. Peter, pray for us -- pray that we, too, may have the courage to step out onto the water with you.  Hold onto us tightly so that we don't sink in the roaring waves and bring us to the Lord.

May peace be with you all, dear friends.


Sunday, 3 August 2014

Primulas and Hellebores

"Primula Victoriana 'Silver Lace Black'", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2014

"Helleborus 'Onyx Odyssey'", drawing by Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2014

Today I am featuring two flower drawings.  Why?  First, because Primroses (Primula) are so well known to most people since they appear in summer gardens everywhere and really should not need that much of an introduction.  Second, Hellebores (Helleborus) have been featured previously in my blog (see postings for December 27, 2011 and August 18, 2012) and, thus, should need little additional commentary.  I will comment just a bit, however, on both.

SILVER-LACED BLACK PRIMROSE:  Silver and gold-laced Primroses have been grown in gardens for centuries. This strain produces blooms of deep purple-black with a scalloped silver-white edge and a golden eye. Blooms are fragrant with stems just long enough for cutting, appearing in spring.  This type of primrose can also be found in various shades of red with both silver and gold edging around the flowers.
The full botanical name of the flowers in the first drawing is Primula x polyanthus 'Victoriana Silver Lace Black' of the family Primulaceae. "Primrose" is ultimately from Old French primerose or medieval Latin prima rosa, meaning "first rose" although it is not closely related to the rose family. The term polyanthus or polyantha refers to various tall-stemmed and multicoloured strains of hybrids. 

The common, non-hybrid primrose (Primula vulgaris) is native to, and originally was found growing wild in, western and southern Europe, northwest Africa and southwest Asia.

HELLEBORE 'ONYX ODYSSEY':  Hellebores are one of the floral harbingers of spring, blooming for six weeks or more beginning in late winter. They are often flowering during the Christian season of Lent from which they get their common name, Lenten Rose.

For centuries Hellebores have been used for various medical purposes, and all contain alkaloids and other chemicals that could lead to poisoning if ingested in large quantities. Hellebores are even mentioned in ancient Greek and Roman literature. They have also been cultivated in western Europe and can be found naturalized around ruins of old monasteries and other structures. Extracts from hellebores have been used in homoeopathy and traditional medicines over the centuries. 

The full botanical name of the flower in the drawing above is  Helleborus x hybridus 'Onyx Odyssey' of the family Ranunculaceae.  Onyx Odyssey is a cultivar and is a "member" of a trademarked series known as "Winter Jewels". In the information I found on the Internet regarding this series, there was the following statement: "Marietta O'Byrne, of Eugene, Oregon, ... has spent over 15 years pursuing her passion for hellebores, meticulously selecting and hand-crossing only the best stock plants which she has gathered from around the world."

Helleborus is believed to come from the Greek ‘ellos/hellos’ meaning ‘fawn’ and ‘bora’ meaning ‘food’ -- thus, food for a fawn. An alternative possibility is that the first syllable is from 'hele' meaning ‘to take away’ thus, take way food. This could quite possibly refer to the emetic nature of the plant which, if consumed in even small quantities, would certainly take away your food!



Suki enjoying the morning sunlight
I never cease to be amazed at how clever Suki is at devising new ways to try to awaken me when she thinks it is time for her to have breakfast! Last night, she amazed me once again.

There I was, sleeping soundly, when I was suddenly startled awake by this loud jangling sound.  At first I could not imagine what on earth could be happening.  My sleep-befuddled brain was trying its best to figure out what was causing this strange sound and simply couldn't.

Then the sound changed and I heard things clattering to the hardwood floor.  This loud noise was followed by more clangs and bangs.  I knew it had to be Suki making the noise, but I simply could not figure out what she was doing to cause it.  Then, finally, in a flash, I understood what she was doing and exactly what had caused the strange noises.  

Somehow she had managed to stand on her hind legs, reaching up quite a distance in order to grab a string of wooden parrots perched on metal circles which I keep hanging in the living room (see photo to the right).  
Wooden Parrots -- Wall Hanging
These parrots were a gift from the young son of a home care worker who once had help take care of me years ago.  She was from the Philippines originally and once, while the entire family had been visiting there, this son, Darwin, had suggested that she purchase the item and bring it to me as a gift. This home care worker had three delightful young sons and I used to send them little gifts whenever I came across something in threes that I thought they might all enjoy.  Sadly, this particular son, the one who had suggested getting the parrots for me, died a few years later of cancer at age 7 1/2 -- so this gift became even more special to me and I have always treated it with great care.

How on earth Suki managed to reach the wall hanging I cannot imagine as I had placed it at a height which I was sure was beyond her reach.  But somehow, arthritic joints and all, she had managed to grab onto it from the back of the sofa.  After some rather violent tugging (the jangling sound that first awakened me), she had managed to pull it off the wall and onto the hardwood floor (the loud clattering sound I had heard)!

Once I realized what was going on, I began yelling and painfully pulling myself up out of bed.  Once Suki realized that I was awake and in the process of getting up, the clattering noises ceased. Instead, I could now hear Suki's plaintive meows -- the kind she uses when she is begging to be fed! Of course, I paid no attention to her meows but begin immediately to search for the wall hanging parrots.  Once I found them, I checked each one carefully and, thankfully, was able to determine that none were damaged.

At this point, I begin giving Suki a good lecture about her bad behaviour including several negative comments about her ancestry --- the sort of comments I can't post in a "family" blog -- if you know what I mean!  Suki, as usual, paid little attention to my remarks but instead just kept trying to push me towards the kitchen.  Finally I gave in and fed the silly cat -- it was already 6 a.m. I normally get up about 5:30 so, in spite of all her shenanigans, I had gotten an extra half hour of sleep!

Now, I have to decide where on earth I am going to hang the parrots so that there will never again be the possibility that Suki can find a way to reach them!

Other than events such as this one, Suki and I have had a very quiet week.  I must say that I have greatly enjoyed these past weeks which have been free of appointments of any kind. My life is always more pleasant now when I don't have to endure the painful process of going out.

However, I do have a medical appointment this coming week -- nothing of import, just a follow-up with more blood work.  I will let you know if anything of interest occurs, but I really don't expect that it will be anything other than routine.



"Icon of St. John the Baptist", by the hand of Sarah "Sallie" Thayer, 2010

"When Jesus heard of the death of John the Baptist, he withdrew in a boat to a deserted place by himself. The crowds heard of this and followed him on foot from their towns. When he disembarked and saw the vast crowd, his heart was moved with pity for them..." Matt. 14: 13-14a

May we be able to set aside our own agendas on occasion in the week ahead and allow our hearts be "moved with pity" for the needs of others 
May peace be with you all. Amen.