Thank goodness for this lovely. Because all I’ve seen for days, weeks and months is this:
This is only a small section, folks. Not all of those clumps are rocks, by the way. But many, many of them are. Let me tell you, if I spent all day, every day, all summer long, trying to pick up every rock in this expanse of dirt, I still wouldn’t succeed. I’m going to rename this property. No longer Mockingbird Hill Cottage, the new name is Don and Claudia’s Rock Quarry.
Endless. Mind numbing. Back breaking. Fruitless. Depressing. I think that about covers it.
So yesterday we reseeded. This took quite a while as, and I know I’ve said this before, most recently in the first full paragraph of this post, this is a huge expanse of dirt. Then I hooked up the hose and watered it. This took a long while. No sooner had I done it, than the ground looked dry again. Hmmm. So I searched for our sprinkler and hooked that up. By this time, Don had left for work. I knew I would have to do all this watering in sections. When I went out to move the sprinkler, I skidded in wet mud. There was mud all over my jeans, my muck shoes, the hose – you name it. After doing this a few times, I wised up and gingerly tried to move the sprinkler to a new section of dirt by pulling on the hose. I didn’t want to have to shut off the water every time I moved it because our hook-up is way around the other side of the house, so of course, I got drenched with water each time.
Fun times.
According to my entirely self-imposed schedule, I’m supposed to mulch today. I’m sore, tired and have to do some more work on The Tempest. So you know what? I just might wait to mulch until I come back home for a few days next week. At the moment it just seems too overwhelming.
On to other things. Having my own post office box, a new thing for me, is fun. I don’t get to the post office often – maybe once a week. On Monday I dropped in to mail a package and I had two notices of packages waiting!
Regula, who lives in Switzerland, sent me CHOCOLATE. After my post about the Spicy Hot Chocolate (which Don, it turns out, likes) she took pity on me and sent me some real Swiss Chocolate. That will be going with me to Hartford. She also sent individually wrapped pieces of milk chocolate and, I think, an herbal tea, plus a crystal heart and a doily. Yesterday, with its endless wrestling with dirt and mud, turned out to be the perfect day to sample some of those little pieces of chocolate. Okay, many. Delicious! Thank you, Regula!
And Carol (who hails from Tennessee) sent me this:
A Bride and Groom she found while thrifting. They are lovely. You are so sweet, Carol, and I thank you so much for thinking of me!
Blogging Friends are Real Friends. Virtual-Smirtual. They are real as real can be.
Have a wacky Wednesday.






he other day I showed you our little Fairy House in the Catalpa tree and mentioned that we were doing some work around the tree. There’s more to the story. Many of you know that, for as long as we’ve lived here, there have been honey bees who lived in the Catalpa tree. Thousands of them hovered around a big opening in the tree, peacefully flying back and forth, making honey and we all got on swimmingly. Until last year. Early last spring, we noticed a bee aggressively flying at Don when he was in the dog corral which was at least 15 feet away from the tree. We wondered about it but shrugged it off as a one-time bizarre occurrence.

es, I got the email from Pinterest about their updated Terms of Service, but I see nothing in the document that addresses my primary concern, that of copyright infringement and the fact that we (the users) are liable for any copyright infringement, not Pinterest. Pinterest has clarified that they are not going to sell any pinned images. They’ve made it easier to file a complaint about copyright infringement. But there’s nothing there about the biggest concern that bloggers seem to have (including myself.)
have this idea. Would those of you who have ordered scarves or shawls from our Etsy shop consider sending a photo of yourself wearing the scarf? I’d love to collect them for a post and I know seeing you in our creations would just tickle Meredith and me. If you’re willing, we’d be so grateful. You can send it to me at the email address on my sidebar. Thank you, thank you!
e have lots of wild roses all over the edges of our property. I call them brambles, but they are technically wild roses. For the most part the pricky roses and I get along, but today found Don and I outside cutting down the ones that are growing around our Catalpa tree. I managed to get pricked countless times – oh my aching body!



