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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

Inside and Outside: What I’ve Been Up To

May 2, 2014 at 8:33 am by Claudia

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Found on a path in our woods: a Jack in the Pulpit. What a delightful surprise! As soon as Don came home yesterday, I dragged him up there to see it.

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A bud on our Shag Hickory.

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Can you spot the bunny? In fact, there were two of them, but the other one scampered out of the shot. I love our bunnies and though they do a wee bit of chomping in the garden, there is more than enough vegetation around the edges of this property to keep them satisfied, so it hasn’t really been a problem.

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A stool has been added to the potting shed. I had fun painting and shabbifying this piece.

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And another stool has been added to the studio/office.

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Should I paint this chair? I’m leaning toward leaving it as is. There are a lot of painted surfaces in the dollhouse and, just as in my life-sized house, I like to have mix of natural wood and painted pieces.

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Drum roll. The owner of the dollhouse finally has a toilet. Actually, I had this toilet in my stash but it, like so many dollhouse toilets, had flowers on it. Really? When was the last time you saw a toilet or a bathtub (because the bathtub had them, too) with a flowery design on the porcelain? Was this done because little girls needed dollhouse furniture that was pretty and anything reminding them of bodily functions was a no-no? I suspect that was the reason. But it’s still the norm. I see a lot of them on dollhouse websites. I finally slapped some ceramic paint on the toilet, just as I did with the bathtub, and put it in the bathroom. Since the tank is hidden, I think I can get away with it until I find something better.

The owner is grateful. Using her neighbor’s bathroom was wearing thin.

Happy Friday.

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Filed Under: animals, decorating, DIY, dollhouse, flowers, nature 40 Comments

It’s All Right

April 12, 2014 at 8:44 am by Claudia

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We look for signs of spring, signs of new growth. After a winter that lingered much, much too long, we’re off to a late start this spring. But the signs are there, if you look closely – buds on the lilac bush, for example.

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Tulips leaves poking out of the ground.

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Tiny little signs. Buds on the Wiegela bush. Day lilies showing themselves and sedum buds in the garden.

Tiny, almost imperceptible buds on some of the trees.

The entrance to the woods looks like this:

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Leaves on the ground, trees still bare. But soon there will be a canopy of leaves, and we will once again see that the ‘woods are lovely, dark and deep.’ (Robert Frost) This woods of ours will be transformed.

Yesterday, as we were still in bed, waking up slowly, Don and I sang:

Little darling
it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling
it feels like years since it’s been here.

Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, and I say
It’s all right.

(George Harrison)

I can’t imagine a more fitting lyric for the winter we’ve just been through, as well as the time we’ve had to spend apart.

I love that song and now it’s cycling through my mind all the time.

It’s all right.

Happy Saturday.

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Filed Under: flowers, nature, spring, trees 38 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.

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