Thought I’d post this photo I took this morning. The area over the porch roof, arching up toward the bedroom window and the chimney is empty now, but it was previously taken up with limbs and branches from the maple tree. Their absence is still jarring for me. Don’t get me wrong, they needed to go, but I miss the way they framed and enveloped the cottage. The other day, I happened upon a photo of the tree and the house from last year and I suddenly got very sad. Sigh.
I love all zinnias but I particularly love this variety. A layer cake of petals.
Today is mowing day. It has to be done, as areas of the front lawn are quite long. Yesterday, the utility company sent out their tree trimmers and they took down some trees belonging to a couple of our neighbors. In all cases, they were dead – most likely ash trees – and were near the power lines. So for the second time in less than a week, the sound of chain saws filled the air. They worked fairly quickly and had moved on by about 1:00. Unlike our guys, however, they left the heavy logs behind and now our neighbors have to figure out what to do with them.
Can I tell you how much I adore my husband? This morning he made up a funny poem for me using the words spouse, house, and souse and he danced as he recited it. I laughed out loud (boy, that feels good these days.) I make up little songs for him all the time. I’ll just start singing one, usually using my ‘childlike’ voice. I have many voices, of course, being an actress and voice/dialect teacher and coach. So does Don. My favorite is his Walter Brennan. Makes me laugh out loud.
When I was a teenager, I used to entertain my mom with a rather outrageous kid’s voice. She waited for the mail every day, it was a big deal for her (the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree,) and I would open the door and shout out “Where’s Mr. Mailman???” in a Shirley-Temple-gone-nuts kind of voice. I’d keep doing it until she laughed so hard that she started crying. Did the same thing in different ways with my sisters.
Ever the entertainer. To this day, nothing makes me happier than to make my husband laugh. Or my sister. Or my Little Z.
Okay. Time to finish answering yesterday’s comments, hit publish on this post, eat some oatmeal, and mow.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.