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A Beautiful Sunday

July 22, 2012 at 8:48 am by Claudia

Good morning! The past two days have been so lovely here at the cottage. Friday gave us an all-day-long rain; we desperately needed it. Today the temps will be in the low 80’s with very little humidity. Heaven. I have a bit of mowing and garden clean-up to do and these civilized temperatures will make those chores much more pleasant.

Missing Don. He always says our house isn’t a home without me here. I feel the same way when he’s gone. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy: dusting, swiffering, vacuuming, cleaning, reading, working on the blog, eating….eating too many cookies, I might add. But I miss talking to my sweetheart. We talk on the phone, of course, but it’s not the same, is it?

Okay, enough of feeling sad.

My little side garden – the bed I added last year – is perking up. I’ve planted a butterfly bush there, some catmint, liatris, day lilies and some ground cover. My white coneflowers, which were taken over by the rose bushes, were transplanted there. They are a wee bit stunted in growth this year and the darn bunnies have eaten some of the petals but I trust they’ll come back strong next year.

Isn’t this a beautiful day lily?  Oh, oh…I see a weed. But then again, I see weeds everywhere in the garden beds. It’s a never-ending battle.

Liatris remains one of my favorite, wonderfully exotic, plants.

The spires are well over 4 feet tall. I planted these last year and they came back beautifully. Unfortunately, the lupine I planted at the same time didn’t come back this year. That kind of thing is usually a mystery. It just didn’t make it. But I’m very happy the liatris decided to stay.

I’ll be out and about in the garden today. What are your plans for today?

Filed Under: flowers, garden, rain 11 Comments

A Mourning Dove takes a Dip

July 21, 2012 at 6:21 am by Claudia

When I was a kid, one of my favorite sounds was the call of the Mourning Dove. I didn’t have any idea what kind of bird made that sound and I probably didn’t care; I just loved the sound. It’s a haunting, beautiful, mournful sound. I was drawn to it for the same reason that I like music in a minor key. It touches my heart.

When Don and I lived in San Diego, we made a bird feeder out of a wooden tray placed on an old iron sewing machine base. It sat in the center of our backyard and hundreds of Mourning Doves would stop by each day to chow down. I could look out at that bird feeder from my office and see 20 or 30 mourning doves standing on the tray, sharing a communal meal.

Since we’ve moved East, mourning doves haven’t been on the property. Until this year. A pair of doves has taken up residence and I see them quite often. And I hear their beautiful call.

The other day, I spotted one of them in the birdbath! That’s a first.

Catbird waiting his turn.
Please stick around, sweet Mourning Dove. I’m so glad you’re here.

Filed Under: birds, nature 17 Comments

Porch Time

July 20, 2012 at 7:00 am by Claudia

Thursday was that rare day where all the humidity and storms of Wednesday had blown away, leaving moderate temperatures, a gentle breeze and perfect weather for some family porch time.

Don played the guitar, I read a little. Then I plopped down on the glider and slept for an hour. I got up, traded places with Don and he slept for an hour. That gentle breeze lulled each of us to sleep.

Simple pleasures. With all the unbearable heat we’ve had lately, this particular afternoon was a blessing. Today Don is off to the Berkshires to work on another play. Work is a good thing, but in our line of work, it almost always means separation from our loved ones. With the joy of work comes the sorrow of being away from the family. And with Riley being so frail, it’s especially hard this time.

Have a wonderful Friday.

Filed Under: Don, life, Riley, Scout 22 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.

I've worked in the theater for more years than I can count. I'm currently a voice, speech, dialect and text coach freelancing on Broadway, off Broadway, and in regional theater.

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