Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

More Lilacs

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While we still can:

Taken the day before yesterday. The scent is heavenly, we have more blossoms this year than ever. Now, if I could just see them on a sunny day. Sun? Where are you?

Yes, today – the day where we were finally going to have no rain – will be rainy in the afternoon. I am over it.

Come Sunday, the temperatures will hit the seventies and, boy, are we ready.

I have to run to the grocery store this morning and then I’m going to try to do some mowing and pruning. Fingers crossed.

Shhhh! I have to say this quietly: I am really ready for the removal of Don’s bandage so I no longer have to cook and do everything around here. He did help make the entree last night, which is a step in the right direction. And I was grateful, believe me. I think he was happy doing something, as well. If I’m frustrated, he must be three times as frustrated. Anyway, here’s to Monday!

The other day when I was mowing, the robins were giving me warning chirps the entire time. Even when I was rather far away from them. So have the babies been hatched? I’m not sure. Because I don’t want to upset them too much, I end up racing through any mowing that occurs near the shed. It’s exhausting.

The honey bees are back as well, constantly flying around the opening in the catalpa tree.

For those of you who missed it, Brenda left a comment on yesterday’s post, which I copied and added to my post. You can scroll down to read it. I’m relieved to have heard from her. Writing comments, for some reason, is difficult for her right now. When she’s ready, she’ll share more. Or not. I’m just very happy to have heard from her.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

Remembering

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Sorry I didn’t get around to answering your comments yesterday. I was tired from mowing the day before. If you’ll forgive me, sometimes – but rarely – I just can’t do it. I’ll be better today.

I worked on the puzzle quite a bit, we went grocery shopping – Don came along so he could get out of the house – and then we listened to Gordon Lightfoot the rest of the day. It was so emotional for both of us.

“The Minstrel of the Dawn” reminds Don of the time when Winston died, when he kept playing it over and over to deal with his grief. It brought tears to his eyes.

“Too Late for Praying” always makes me cry. It is one of my favorites. During the night, I woke up coughing and couldn’t get back to sleep and that song kept playing in my head.

“Canadian Railroad Trilogy,” “Sundown,” “Early Morning Rain,” “If You Could Read My Mind,” “Beautiful,” – the list goes on and on. I distinctly remember seeing him in concert when he had just finished writing “Beautiful.” None of us had heard it before. He walked to the grand piano, sat down, and with only the piano accompanying his incredible voice, we heard it for the first time.

His voice. How singular and beautiful it was.  There was no one like him.

As Don says, “His songs break my heart.”

We are immersing ourselves in the glory of his words and music. From my dorm room in college to now and beyond, his music was the soundtrack of my life.

I’ll say it again: Rest in Peace, dear one.

Update from Brenda:

I am fine now
Long story
Problematic trying to post responses
I have stopped reading and getting to post on blogs for now
Maybe later

So we know Brenda is okay.

Stay safe.

Happy Thursday.

 

 

Outrunning the Rain

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I have yet to respond to your comments but thank you so much for your thoughts on Gordon Lightfoot. We played his music for much of the day yesterday. He will be deeply missed.

My goal yesterday: trying to outrun the rain in order to mow the front lawn. After so much rain it was still very wet in places. And we have more coming.

So, in the afternoon, when I thought enough time had passed to lessen the soggy patches, I got the lawnmower out and mowed. I did it at a faster pace than I usually do because I could see clouds darkening on the horizon. I ended up taking a short break when it started to rain, then I was back at it until I got to the lower third, where it was so wet I could no longer continue.

Needless to say, I’m tired today. But I am conscious that I am the only one who can mow this week and the grass is very, very long. So I had to make a start. Rain today. Rain tomorrow. And then, finally, a break. I’ll go back at it on Saturday after we’ve had a day to dry out.

Let’s not mention all the weeding and pruning that has to be done, all of which has been neglected due to the rain. It feels overwhelming.

Pip is wearing a new outfit that I got from a seller in Spain. Since she already had a yellow barrette in her hair, as well as yellow shoes on her feet, she was chosen as the model.

I still haven’t heard from Brenda, which I find very concerning. It’s not like her. Send some prayers her way, please.

Today I have to buy some more groceries. Don doesn’t have a follow-up appointment until Monday and he’s getting frustrated. Restless. I don’t blame him. Hopefully, in six more days, the bandages will be removed and he’ll have more mobility.

He talked to Adrian yesterday and he sounds like his old self. Our mantra here is “Think of Adrian” – we invoke it whenever we are tempted to complain too much about hand surgery or sinuses or allergies or sore joints.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

 

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