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Grief, Mistaken Identity & My New Friend

May 5, 2014 at 7:30 am by Claudia

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Grief is a funny thing. It can hit you in so many different ways. In a simple sentence to Don about my Dad where I said “When Mom died…” As in fact. As in it happened, it’s real. Sometimes it’s the simple things that pack the biggest punch. Most of the time, it just seems unreal. My grief shows itself in my scattered thoughts, in not being able to find a word for something or in saying one word when I mean another. My normal level of articulateness has broken down. I feel more than a bit spacey. I find it hard to concentrate. I’m finding it hard to express myself.

I’ve been trying to keep busy because doing things helps me. Thank goodness it’s Spring. I can step outside the door and find a million and one tasks ready and waiting for me. I can dig. I can rake. I can lop and prune. I can weed. Yesterday, we mowed the front lawn and the dog corral. The front lawn is huge. It’s a lot of work, the kind of work that leaves you very tired but with endorphins pumping. The day before that, I dug out a small garden bed. I weed wacked for the first time this season. Nothing makes me happier than being outdoors working in my garden.

Watching the garden grow, observing the perennials and their daily growth, seeing the garden beds that I have put in and built up over our almost nine years in this house, watching them come to life – all of this helps enormously. Rebirth in the face of death. Renewal in the shadow of grief. Somehow I think things would have seemed even bleaker had my mother died in the winter.

Spring has come to help me. That I know.

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I have a somewhat sheepish announcement to make. This large bush, this early bloomer that I absolutely adore? When we first moved here, I discovered that it was a wiegela. The blooms looked exactly like one of the cultivars in that rather large-ish group of plants. Last year on this blog, someone suggested it might be a flowering quince. I researched it, though I was doubtful. I’ve never seen any fruit. Quinces have thorns. No thorns. No fruit.

There are articles on the differences between wiegelas and flowering quinces, so I assume others have been confused, as well.

It had to be a wiegela.

On Saturday, the blooms opened, so I went out to take some pictures. As I looked at it rather more closely than usual, I saw something.

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Umm….I think that’s a thorn.

Upon closer observation, I noticed several more thorns. I even prodded one with my finger. Yep. A thorn.

Wiegelas don’t have thorns.

This is a friggin’ Flowering Quince! After eight springs, eight blooms, eight years where I was absolutely sure it was one thing, it turns out to be another.

Oh nature, you are constantly challenging me.

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I have a new buddy. This little chipmunk hangs out on the edge of my garden, sometimes sunning himself on that flattish rock, sometimes eating little morsels of whatever on the driveway.

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When I got too close, he hid behind that rock and peeked out at me. Then he took off in the direction of the porch. He’s shy.

I love chipmunks.

This morning, as I opened the door to let Scout outside, two very young deer were on the other side of the corral, very close by, staring at me. We observed each other for what seemed like quite some time. Scout was so sleepy that she didn’t even notice them. Then, one of them turned away and took off through our woods, the other following.

No time to get the camera. Just a lovely little moment where our eyes met, where we acknowledged each other. I like those moments.

I’ve tweaked the email settings and now I’m once again getting my own posts via AOL and Gmail. Nothing yet in Yahoo. This has nothing to do with Feedburner except indirectly as they are a delivery service. This muck up across the board in blog land is due to changes Yahoo, AOL and other services have made in their settings which have to do with something called DMARC. The end result is that they are trying to stop spam and spoof emails. If a bulk mailing (like that in post emails) is coming from a personal email address, they will block the email and reject it, because it looks suspicious. Most of us who use Feedburner or any email posting service use our personal email addresses in the FROM setting. So I had to change that to a FROM that references my domain name. So far (cross your fingers) it’s working in 2 out of 3. If you’re signed up to get this blog via email, let me know if you’ve begun receiving posts again. If you haven’t, I’m sorry, but that’s about all I can do.

Happy Monday.

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Filed Under: animals, flowers, gardening, Scout 51 Comments

A Corner of the Cottage

May 4, 2014 at 8:28 am by Claudia

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Let’s explore another corner of the cottage today – our bedroom. As always, this is photographed ‘As Is.’

What’s that piece of furniture? Well, there are two. The dresser has a story, as does everything in this house. It’s vintage and it has been in my possession for about 23 years. I was walking down Harvard Street in Cambridge, MA one day (I lived on Harvard) and I spied this dresser sitting out at the curb. The wood was dark but I liked the lines of the piece and I knew I could paint it. After I made sure it was indeed free, I ran back to my apartment building, enlisted my friend Annette’s help, and together we walked that dresser about 3 blocks to the building and then hauled it up 3 flights of stairs. I painted it a soft gray. After it moved to San Diego with me, it was painted a pretty yellow. Just last year, I repainted it in these colors. When it was yellow, I changed out the metal knobs to vintage green glass knobs. When I painted it last year, I replaced them with clear glass knobs. Come to think of it, where did I put those green knobs? I haven’t seen them in a while.

The wicker rocking chair is a favorite of mine. It needs some repair work. I got it for $60 in an antique shop. It lived on the porch, then in the living room, before moving up the stairs to its current home.

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What’s on/in it? On top of the dresser: a lovely hand painted lamp that was my grandmother’s. I grew up with this pretty lamp and I’ve always loved it. A tea chest that belonged to my great-grandmother. It is handmade and is filled with mementos that were important to my grandmother – the funeral cards for her two adored sisters who died in the flu epidemic of 1918, a lock of her sister’s hair, my great-grandfather’s will. A framed photo of my late brother and me taken in my acting days. Favorite earrings. A Tiffany pill box. A vintage tea towel that I use as a dresser scarf. A piece of McCoy Pottery. There are also pieces of Roseville pottery but they are out of view. The pottery pieces hold bits and bobs, receipts, jewelry, photos.

The pillow on the chair is covered in a vintage linen napkin embroidered with the word ‘Nice,’ intertwined with flowers – embroidery by me.

What’s on the wall? A vintage pansy print that I discovered in an old shop in Kentucky. It has the prettiest frame. A letter D/hook from Anthropologie that holds my favorite necklaces.

Any challenges? Yes. The danged slanted/sloped ceiling. The ceilings in both of the upstairs rooms are sloped and sharply sloped at that. It means that furniture placement is always a challenge. And doing anything in those areas is a daily challenge as both Don and I are tall. I can’t tell you how many times I have bumped my head on the ceiling. The sloped ceilings are the reason that Don’s dresser is in the other room – there was no place for it in ours. (That has worked out very nicely, by the way.)

Anything else? The vintage dresser is charming, but the drawers sometimes stick, which results in some colorful language on my part. (Don’s dresser drawers also stick.) Ah, the charms of vintage.

Happy Sunday.

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Filed Under: bedroom, decorating 22 Comments

The Lure of the Teeny-Tiny

May 3, 2014 at 8:41 am by Claudia

A few weeks ago, I was leaving a local antique shop and I spied a little dish full of tiny animals at the check-out counter. Most of them were vintage and not in a style I cared for. But one little figurine stood out – I think it had been included in the dish by mistake. I grabbed it. For $1.00.

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It was this little guy. You can see how tiny he is in relation to my egg cups.

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Another view.

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Ready for his close-up.

He is on the same little set of shelves as my mini wooden ducks.

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Why are we so drawn to miniatures? In the last several years I have started collecting tiny putz sheep, miniature pottery, and all things small and dollhouse-y. If I see something tiny, yet wonderfully detailed, I’m drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Tiny little sheep? Yes. Adorable tiny wooden ducks? Of course! Miniature versions of the big-sized pottery I already collect? I cannot resist.

I don’t even have to say anything about the dollhouse. And miniature furniture, plates, rugs, lamps, and books. That particular attraction is obvious to anyone who reads this blog.

I wasn’t always drawn to these delightful tiny things. They cast their spell on me later in life. But I am well and truly hooked.

Do you collect anything tiny?

Can you put into words just why you are drawn to miniatures?

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the world of teeny-tiny, wee, little, and mini.

Happy Saturday.

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Filed Under: collecting, miniatures, sheep 40 Comments

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I live in a little cottage in the country with my husband. It's a sweet place, sheltered by old trees and surrounded by gardens. The inside is full of the things we love. I love to write, I love my camera, I love creating, I love gardening. My decorating style is eclectic; full of vintage and a bit of whimsy.

I've worked in the theater for more years than I can count. I'm currently a voice, speech, dialect and text coach freelancing on Broadway, off Broadway, and in regional theater.

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