Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Garden Changes Good and Bad

It is an odd year this. Even as inattentive as I can be, I see the changes. Here, for example, are the Bolero lilies (oriental) today. There will be a total of seven. Once they have finished blooming, I'll be digging them out and bagging them for the trash. I can no longer keep ahead of the lily beetles that have been killing them for years now. This will be tough because my daughter gave me these plants. Here's a link to Boleros in better days.

~the final year 2017~

~the knock-out roses~

The roses may have finally become well established. I went out one day to find most of the rosebuds bitten clean off. In just a few more days, there were many more rosebuds. Hope that I can keep whatever is eating them away. I use a product from Bonide that is a deterrent to rabbits, cats, dogs, groundhogs, and hopefully everything else that means them harm. The product is sprinkled around areas and not on the flowers themselves, though believe me, I am not beyond doing that, too. Nothing worse than a garden being chewed alive.

~pretty little moth on a potentilla bloom~

This year's everlasting patch is doing very well. Some years, it's a mess. I can't get rid of it because I really like it and because my friend Sally gave it to me. Sounds familiar, right?

And that's just a wee bit of what little is going on around my yard. I believe that my garden is starved for sunshine. It is starved for light, even on its best day, because of the shade. In all the overcast, rainy weather of late, it really needs the sun. Here's to better days ahead! 🌻

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Friday, June 23, 2017

Personification and Decluttering

So I set my FlyLady timer for 15 minutes for the umpteenth time in my life. Yes, I actually do use the timer. My goal was clearing the dining room table, which was piled high. While cleaning and clearing every other surrounding surface the table suffered the overflow. Whatever was on that table would be put away, given away or thrown away. (Thank you, Ellen, for reminding me of that technique.) I had agonized about taking care of those things for an entire three days: didn't want to do it, felt overwhelmed by it, pretended it wasn't there, all the tricks of denial I could muster were in play. Would you believe that the table was cleared with three minutes to spare? Why I have not learned this lesson...

~cleared table~

Okay, I am going to share the main reason why I have not learned this lesson. The number one reason is...

Personification. Yes. Believe it or not, I ascribe human qualities to inanimate objects. 
< slapping self in head 

Recently, my son brought a load of his stuff to store in my garage. In the process of helping me go through my things to gain room for his he asked with a grin, "Mom, are these three rocks special to you?" In response, I picked them up, clutched them to my heart, and took them into the house and looked at them for days. Yesterday, during the 15 minute time, I dropped those rocks over the deck railing where they landed amongst their brothers...see what I mean about personification? LOL! 

Here's a sticky wicket... John's belongings, specifically his clothing. His shirts and pants all hang in the closet just as he left them. 

Last summer, his daughters began suggesting that they be given his shirts. Pushing, pushing, pushing. I may have gotten snippy because I finally asked them why they thought they wanted his shirts...had they purchased any for him? (The answer is no.) They wanted them to cut up and make quilts from them. Not ready for that either. The mere thought makes me slightly nauseous. Thing is, my daughter may need to move in until her home is ready sometime in October. She will need the closet space. Why can't I do this? You got it! Those clothes have become John to me, which also explains the nausea at thinking of cutting into quilt squares. 

I may have a breakdown. 

Yes, an entire household of treasures, which have all become living, breathing representatives of the people to whom they belonged. No wonder I'm having trouble.

~the perfect box for me~

So right now those boxes have become my friends. My favorites are from Lowe's. Small packing boxes with handles for 76 or 79¢ are the perfect size for me to lift. KEEP, GIVE or TOSS... may need another labeled SHRED.

~work cut out for me~ 

It's another rainy cool day and perfect for plugging away for 15 minutes at a time. Hope that your plans are more fun. 

A happy weekend to you! 

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Life's a Beach Hodge Podge

From this Side of the Pond

1. The first day of summer rolls in later this week. What are ten things you'd put on your list of quintessential summer activities?

1. beach day at the ocean 
2. beach day at the lake 
3. day trip to the mountains 
4. day trip to the outlet stores 
5. day trip to anywhere 
6. ice cream 
7. picnics 
8. bbqs 
9. eating fresh produce 
10. picking berries 
11. I could go on... 

Will you try to manage all ten this summer?


2. Do you collect seashells when you're at the beach?


What do you do with them once you get them home?

Tuck them into vignettes, baskets, and planters

What's your favorite place to comb for seashells? 

 Reid State Park or Tenants Harbor, Maine

How many of these 'best beaches for hunting seashells' have you visited? 

Calvert Cliffs State Park (Maryland), Jeffrey's Bay (South Africa), Sanibel Island (Florida), Shipwreck Beach (Lanai Hawaii), Ocracoke Island (North Carolina), Galveston Island (Texas) and The Bahamas 


Which one would you most like to visit? 

Calvert Cliffs State Park (Maryland) because I have family and friends in Maryland.

3. At a snail's pace, shell out money, come out of your shell, go back into your shell, drop a bombshell, happy as a clam, clam up...which 'shell' phrase could most recently be applied to some event or circumstance in your life? Explain.

At a snail's pace because I am still moving slowly, but feeling better.

4. What summer activity do you dislike? Why? 

I dislike mowing the lawn because the lawnmower is temperamental and the lawn is uneven and sloped. Mercifully, it is also a postage stamp.

5. What's something you see as quickly becoming obsolete? 

Civility appears to be a thing of the past. 

Does that bother you? 


6. Insert your own random thought here. 

Something has been eating my rosebuds and when I find out what, woe be unto it!

You will find Joyce and participants right here.
Thank you for stopping by! 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

My Little Yammerings

Penny and I were having a little discussion about those beautiful tables of hers. When she shared the mosaic one that she had done with broken china, I remembered it well. Though it had been nearly a decade ago (Yes, some of us have been around for a while☺), I even remembered what I probably had commented all those years ago. She emailed to say Bingo. Ha! I knew it! Say, do you remember 
that beautiful table?

What's the point? Well, only this: I don't change much. You can see that in my featured post. I'm still a control freak; I'd still like to be able to control things that this world was never designed for some upstart human to control. I'd dispatch all this rainy weather for starters. There! I've said it again. Moving right along...

Glad that I had enough sense to cut flowers for the house because the wee garden is looking smashing this morning. No, really, smashed, smooshed, something. Did I say something about moving right along? That's another thing right there, I tend to get stuck on the same things over and over. I've been around the mountain so many times, it isn't funny. How anyone has put up with reading this blog all these years is beyond me. 

Let's get out of the tall grass, shall we? (One of John's favorite expressions.) 

I remembered something I wanted to put down for memory's sake. It is about the grands' visits last week. Jake arrived the second afternoon with his recorder in tow. I was trying to take photos with my iPhone...always tricky for me as I suffer with the dreaded syndrome  fat fingers

Let me set this up with a comment from Sam about recorders: No matter how well anyone plays a recorder, it never sounds good. He has a point.

~Jake plays the recorder~

This is very short, which is a good thing. You can see that I allowed my normally good Nonni nature to be tarnished. Remember: I have no clue that I am even recording or what's going on at all. They don't call me ditzy for nothing.

And I'll prove it again. When I attended Jake's baseball game last week, I found no parking. My back was acting up and I knew that I couldn't stand at the fence so I left and parked in the churchyard that sits above the ballfield. I had a wonderful "big picture" view, but I knew nothing beyond team colors of what was actually going on. Nevertheless, I determined to pay attention so I could chat with Jake about his game. 

The following late afternoon, the three of us were seated at a restaurant chatting when I mentioned that I had gone to the game. The grands were surprised because they had not seen me there. I asked the final score and heard the dismal news as reported a few posts ago. I said, "Jake, did you see that 
in-the-park homerun first thing? That was amazing!"

Jake's eyes narrowed and he wore the expression of what is this? a cruel joke? 

I kept yammering on just shoving that foot further in when Jake finally stopped me and said firmly: Of course, I saw that. I was the pitcher for the first three innings.

Never one to just shut up, I said, "Oh, well, I noticed that you stopped that runner at third base and scared him right back to base." 

Sam piped in with, "Doesn't matter. Third basemen aren't allowed to steal home anyway." 

Sometimes the truth just bites. 

Have a wonderful Tuesday! See you tomorrow for the Hodge Podge? Perhaps you'd like to check out the questions 

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