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Day One Hundred Eight

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After yesterday’s thunderstorms. This hollyhock has about 6 stems and Don counted 17 blooms yesterday. So beautiful!

We had thunderstorms all afternoon yesterday, one after another. I was tucked away in the office with the a/c on working on the dollhouse, listening to podcasts. Apparently, we might have some more today. We’re sure getting the rain that we needed and now it looks like rain will be a part of the forecast for the next week.

We’re hanging out here for the morning and then I’m driving Don to his eye appointment. This happens every two months or so; he’ll get a shot in his eye. Last time, you remember, he had a bad reaction to the shot, so we’ve taken your advice and are going to make sure his eye is thoroughly rinsed out. I’m driving him this time because, really, it’s absurd for him to drive home when his eyes are dilated, etc. I’ll wait for him in the car.

It’s a beautiful day here. Don’s already been up in the woods, gathering more logs to line the newly-created paths. I worked for about 3 hours yesterday on the dollhouse, making more ‘stones’ for the sides of the house. It is long and tedious work, so as I mentioned above, I find podcasts very helpful as I wait out the time it takes for each coat of paint to dry. Slow going, but I’ve made a deal with myself: I can’t do any decorating on the inside until I finish the outside. Since the decorating is my favorite part of the process, this little bargain will keep me on track.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

 

Day One Hundred One

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I know this looks much like a photo I posted last week, but it’s slightly different in that the hydrangea blossoms are getting whiter.

We need some rain and every day we get a ‘chance of a stray thunderstorm’ in the weather forecast – but nothing really happens. We had some thunder over the weekend with about 30 seconds of rain. It’s been over a week since we mowed and the grass has barely grown. And the temperatures through the first week in July are going to be in the high eighties and low nineties.

I guess we’ve gone right to “Summer: the August version.”

I’m going to water the seedlings and pots right after I post this. We have a grocery pickup later on this afternoon.

It’s a bit harder for us to enjoy lockdown when it’s too hot to work outside. We’re doing our best. I know that Don will eventually head out there and I’ll have to drag him back inside at some point. The humidity and pollen aren’t good for my allergies, so I am more inclined to stay inside.

I was sitting in my chair yesterday writing this blog and I heard the sound of something falling in the dollhouse. This happens every so often when the tacky wax that attaches things to walls loses its stickiness. It happened recently with the Beatles canvas that hangs above the sofa in Don’s studio. (I’ve yet to fix it.) Anyway, late in the day I remembered that something had fallen and I turned the dollhouse around to see what it was.

Nothing.

I looked at everything. It was all in place.

I looked again. Nothing.

Do you think there’s a ghost in Caroline’s old victorian house?

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

 

Day One Hundred

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Oh, hello, hollyhocks! There’s another flower about to open, which I am sure will happen later today as we are in for sun, high temps, and high humidity. In other words, the a/c will be turned on early in the day. Right now, it’s a bit humid, but cool enough to stroll around the property and take some pictures.

The milkweed is blooming. There are more plants than ever; so many, in fact, that I might have to thin them out next year. They’re taking over part of the big garden bed. The monarchs won’t come along until later in the summer.

The Secret Garden this morning. More than anywhere else on the property, the changes in light throughout the day are amazing. The rocks almost look like a wall here – but they’re not.

I’ve made Don promise to take a break today from hoeing, tending to his paths, getting rocks, etc. And I’m going to make him stick to it. He really loves working outdoors (new-found, I might add) and I’m happy that it is not only keeping him busy, but is making a big difference on the property. BUT, it’s going to be too hot and humid to do any of that and I have to rein him in. It’s as if our roles have been reversed. I used to be the one that had to be reined in and Don was constantly telling me to “stop and come in the house!” Now, I’m the one doing it.

We are going to make of goal our watching all eleven seasons of Cheers  before July 1st, when it disappears from Netflix. I think we have ten more to go.

I’m enjoying Moriarty  by Anthony Horowitz, one of my favorite mystery writers.

The puzzle is making me crazy at the moment. I have all of the edge pieces and am so close to being finished with that part of the process, but it’s not going together correctly. It’s maddening. I’m a bit under the weather, which isn’t helping my concentration. I’m hoping that later today I somehow figure it out.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad and Don’s dad and to Don, dad to all three of our dogs. And to all fathers out there.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

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