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Vines, Mowing, Social Media & Sanity

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Our climbing hydrangea almost never blooms because I planted it in a somewhat shady spot. This year, I noticed two new tendrils reaching outward toward the light and I thought, “Maybe it will bloom this year.” We have a bloom! That sure put a smile on my face.

I mowed part of the front lawn on Saturday. And we mowed the rest of it yesterday. I’m very tired from all of that, so today is a day of rest. As I said to Don yesterday, this is the time of year when we spend at least 4 out of 7 days mowing. Tomorrow I have to mow the lilac side of the front lawn. The Corral and Back 40 will need mowing in a couple of days. And so it continues.

It’s much cooler – in the sixties – and it’s a beautiful sunny day today.

The news about Joe Biden is devastating. It’s all I can think of. I am praying for him and for his lovely family. I don’t know if there is anyone I admire as much as Joe Biden. He is a truly good man. He should be able to retire and enjoy time with his family. He deserves everything good.

And somewhat related – I had a realization this morning. I am way too addicted to social media – the kind that focuses on politics and the world. And even though the platform I use is mostly positive, I do still see and read things that are upsetting and often enraging. I react emotionally, not rationally, and I just have to pull away to gain some peace. I know a lot of you aren’t on social media at all. There are positives to social media; my Blythe IG, my personal IG (though even that is ticking me off lately) and my book and miniature accounts. But I need to pull away from them a bit, as well. I’ll take it one day at a time. Don has been known to put his phone away in a box and to hide his laptop as well. This is an ongoing battle.

Do you remember the modern dollhouse?  I’ve been thinking of it a lot lately, so I visited the shed and unearthed the bin where it had been stored. It’s meant to be easily taken apart, as I had done to store it. So now I’m going to try to reassemble it and give it a more serious take than I did the first time. Where will I put it, you ask? I have no idea. But as I said to Don, I need to be doing  something. So why not both dollhouses? Yikes.

Okay. I have to make a second cup of coffee.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

Pansies, a Frog, and Miniatures

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The pansies are thriving, probably because of the amount of rain we’ve had. I have three containers full of them. By the way, these urns, or former urns, are made of a cheap composite material. I got them at the now defunct Christmas Tree Shoppes several years ago. I have two in this off-white color and two in a dark gray. Because they are exposed to the elements for several months, they’ve gradually decayed and the bases detached from the pots. For the past two summers, I’ve managed to balance the pot on the base, but this year one fell off. I decided to go with just the pot – Don likes them better this way. How much longer they’ll last is anyone’s guess. I miss the Christmas Tree Shoppes. I found our two Adirondack chairs there, as well, for $50 each! Much less than a proper Adirondack chair.

Rain is back today, tomorrow, and Friday. So we mowed the corral and the back forty yesterday. Oh, and the secret garden, which seems to be permanently boggy because of all the rain. I knew I couldn’t wait until this next round of rain exits to tackle that chore, so I went ahead  and mowed it, my boots constantly sinking into the mud.

Our froggy friend, Phileas Frog, has taken up residence down in the culvert. Don appears to be a “frog whisperer.” He walks down there and waits until he sees a splash and talks to him. Yesterday, when we were mowing, etc., I heard Don singing. I thought he was on the porch, but he was down at the culvert singing to Phileas. Apparently, he sings to him every time he visits. I tried going down there and I sang to him, but nothing. No appearance by Phileas.

Don has won him over. (I find this so endearing. Don has an inate sweetness that warms my heart.)

I spent yesterday afternoon looking at miniatures online, and thinking about the Beacon Hill. That’s a good sign, don’t you think? There is a man in England who creates the most beautiful vintage looking appliances. I’ve had my eye on one of his vintage stoves for a long time, but it would be a major expense and I’d have to save up for it. It is white and very much  like our Stella. But yesterday, I saw this new design:

Photo credit: OC Miniatures/Oliver Clarke

Oh my heavens! In mint green, no less. It’s actually a copy of Wedgewood stove, but for all intents and purposes, it’s like our Stella. It’s expensive and rightfully so, but after I pay for the host renewal for this blog, I will start putting aside some money for this gem. (I’ve saved a little each month for the host renewal and I’m just about to pay for it in full. Hurrah! That means I’ll be blogging for at least another year.)

Anyway, I’m salivating over this beauty.

The shop is on Etsy and the wonderful Oliver Clarke is the designer. This is his photo from the site and I want to make sure I credit him. I don’t know how he does this, but he is very talented, indeed. I’ve corresponded with him before and he is such a nice guy.

Okay. Have to go make a second cup of coffee.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

Rain and A Surprise Visitor

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Well, we got through about 36 hours with no rain, but it came back last night and will last through tomorrow.

Sigh.

So, much of our time on Wednesday and Thursday was spent mowing. If we didn’t mow, it would have been impossible to cut the grass when this bout of rain ends. Everything is growing by leaps and bounds, including the grass, and the amount of rain that has fallen this week has intensified that growth.

On Wednesday, Don thought he saw something in our culvert, which was full of water from the storms. We looked closer and this is what we saw:

Can you see him?

A closer look. A froggy in our culvert! You can see the pipe that runs under our driveway. He peeked up at us, then disappeared into the culvert. Every once in a while, he’d emerge again to see if we were there.

It was quite magical. I’ve never seen a frog in our culvert before, but we’re not usually down there after a lot of rain. But since we were mowing in that area, we were fortunate enough to see him. I looked for him yesterday, but he wasn’t there. I wonder if he lives in the pond on our neighbor’s property?

Speaking of the pond, the peepers stopped peeping this week. I miss hearing them. But I’m grateful for nearly two months of joyful peeping.

The lilacs are sagging – the rain has been pelting them. I took a quick sniff of some of the remaining blooms yesterday.

Our bridal veil spirea has started to bloom.

Next up will be the huge spirea by the porch. I meant to cut it back this year but didn’t get around to it. Darn it. Next year, that will be a priority.

We are amazed by how deeply green it is everywhere. Once the transition from winter to spring really gets going, the transformation is stunningly speedy.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

 

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