Life in our little cottage in the country
My grandmother used to call the pictures she took with her Brownie camera ‘snaps.’ I find myself using that word lately. Snaps. Here are some snaps on this Sunday of life around the Cottage.
No, it’s not Fathers Day – Don still has the card (from Riley and Scout) in a place of honor on the coffee table. But it is Don’s birthday! Happy Birthday, sweetheart! Let’s have a wonderful day celebrating all that is you.
Happy Sunday.
Linking to Elaine’s Sunny Simple Sundays.
Good morning! I’m still on a bit of a high from seeing and spending time with my friend Jim on Thursday night. It’s sunny today and after a bit of rain last night, the oppressive heat and humidity have left, thank you very much. I’m not too happy when it’s so darn hot that I can’t do anything outside. The grass needs mowing, the weeds need whacking, the garden needs weeding.
In one of those little garden miracles that happen every day, a tall weed that I passed every day and ignored and which was nestled up against the chicken wire fence in the dog corral, turned out to be:
A purple coneflower! It’s just by sheer luck that I hadn’t yanked it. Thank you to who or whatever caused this flower to seed in this particular spot. Maybe a bird? Speaking of birds, there was a female cardinal in the birdbath yesterday, but I couldn’t snag my camera in time. So I simply enjoyed watching her.
The tiger lilies are blooming down by the road. I see them everywhere around here and they are one of my favorite summer sights.
Scout is getting better. Slowly. Her eyes have stopped darting back and forth. The problem has been getting her to eat. She obviously feels nauseous still and turns her nose up at most everything I offer her but peanut butter. But by the afternoon yesterday, I was worried enough to call the doctor who prescribed some medicine to jumpstart her appetite and a round of antibiotics as well. We also went back and bought some cans of A/D which I’ve used before when I’ve had a sick doggie.
We were so happy when she scarfed the A/D down. It’s hard to see my agile little girl stumble and feel fearful about jumping up on the sofa. But her balance is still off and will be for a while. Between Scout and Riley, my hands are full.
Don’s birthday is tomorrow. And on Monday he leaves for Connecticut where he will be part of a musical theater workshop that goes on over a 10 day period. (We have, between the two of us, worked in Connecticut 3 times this year.) Then he comes back for a couple of weeks and leaves again for the Berkshires, where he will be in another production. And in the fall, he’s booked a play down in Florida. His acting work is really taking off again and we are so grateful.
And finally, Sandra, a reader of MHC, bought one of my Crochet Flower Garlands and sent me this photo:
It looks great, Sandra! Don’t you love that shot of aqua? I love it. Thank you for sharing this with me.
(I am having the worst time with Blogger’s editor today. Wonky spacing, weird things in the html.)
Have a great Saturday.
My husband intrigues me. That’s a good thing. I don’t know about you, but I like a few surprises. The good kind, that is. No shocking surprises, thank you. When Don’s at work and has to kill some time, he plays with colored markers. And he comes up with pictures like the one above.
Or this one:
And this is his most recent drawing:
Don took these photos of his drawings with his phone.
I like his style. A lot. When I was out and about running errands yesterday, he had one request: some more markers. I can see some of the new colors in this drawing.
Since he’d already posted these on Facebook, I figured he wouldn’t mind if I posted them on the blog. Nevertheless, I asked him anyway. I can’t wait to see what he comes up with next!
As for today:
It’s reseeding day. I give up on the rocks. I will never get rid of them all.
Tomorrow is mulching day.
Then mowing day.
Yikes.
The fact is, I may have to leave a day early for Hartford and I have much to do in the meantime. The good news? I will get to come home for a few days while the director has everyone on their feet and is staging the play. Since I’m being put up in a Homewood Suites, the theater doesn’t want to have to pay for my room when there’s nothing for me to do. That means I can go home, see my doggies and husband and continue my planting in the garden. Then, of course, I will go back for the duration of the rehearsal period.
Don’t forget about your photos in our scarves/shawls! I’m not letting up, my friends.
Have a great Tuesday.
