Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

A Slow Sunday Morning

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David phlox. It grows very tall and the scent is marvelous. I think I originally planted the white version, but after all these years, it pops up in pink, purple, and white.

I had a nice long FaceTime chat with Mere and Little Z yesterday. Mere is feeling a bit better each day. Z, though seemingly all better, still tested positive as of yesterday. He is getting so big, and my heavens, he’s a beautiful child. He’s also very, very smart and very, very funny. Oh, and “the boys”- dogs Hank and Bear – were also in on the call. Anyway, it was good to see that Meredith was a bit better. All of this happened while Don was away at the Farmers Market, unfortunately, so he missed out.

Currently reading another Mick Herron – London Rules. Truly the most delicious of spy novels, with deadpan humor and edge-of-your-seat action. Herron is brilliant. I think there are two more that I haven’t read. I’m reading them in order and if you decide to read them, you should, too. There is a definite progression with the plots and characters.

I’m headed outside shortly to take some photos of the flowers. This time in the garden is short-lived. I’m already upset that it’s nearly August. It goes so darned quickly, doesn’t it?

Today is my mom’s birthday. She would have been 95. I miss her terribly.

Happy Birthday, mom. I love you.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

Dreams and Drought

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Last night, I had one of those dreams where I’m walking down endless corridors looking for someone. Don and I were both working on shows that were on tour, and it was a big holiday, Thanksgiving or Christmas. We happened to be in the same city so I visited his tour’s holiday celebration where there was lots of turkey and trimmings and food and desserts. I remember talking to many people along the way and then Don appeared and acknowledged my presence. Then he disappeared and I couldn’t find him and I was wondering why he didn’t stay with me. Then he morphed into my brother.

I normally don’t remember dreams, but this was right before I woke up. It was unsettling on many levels, but especially with the appearance of my brother, who will be gone 31 years on September 4th.

I didn’t have a chance to speak to him. It wasn’t one of the rare dreams I’ve had in which I’m dancing with him and incredibly happy that he’s there. He just appeared and disappeared.

Anyway, it stuck with me and the morning, so far, has been a bit off.

It’s unbelievably hot and humid out there and I’m worried about drought. Once again, we were supposed to have rain yesterday and overnight and as I clocked the radar during the day, it kept changing. Sure enough, the rain occurred to the south and north of us.

But not here in our own little microclimate.

And I can see no rain on the horizon for the next week. I water as much as I can during the day, but I noticed that some plants in the big garden bed have died back because of the heat. I also see that next Friday and Saturday are supposed to hit 99 degrees. This is insane.

Imogen taking the little ones for a walk.

This gives you a good sense of the difference in sizes for Blythe and the two different versions of this BJD doll by eatzongzi.

I’m back to using my big girl camera when I can. It’s so easy to rely on the iPhone, which is quite good and handy, but the fact remains that my stand-alone camera is much better.

Both photos on this post were taken with the big girl camera.

I think Don is off to the Farmers Market today, but I’m not sure yet.

Meredith is still feeling miserable. She said she can’t imagine how bad it would be if she was unvaccinated.

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.

 

Butterflies and Fawns

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Two eastern swallowtails. There were three – I saw them from the bedroom window – but by the time I got downstairs, one had departed. It’s rare for me to see more than one at a time.

Yesterday, I saw a monarch laying eggs on the milkweed. I tried to get a picture, but that butterfly was on a mission and moved very quickly.

I also saw another fawn outside the kitchen window. He/she was alone, so I gently urged him to go back to the woods, not down toward the street. The mission was successful until I went out on the porch about ten minutes later and saw him running across my neighbors front yard (very near the street) toward their pond. Maybe Mom was over there?

The humidity is back and it’s so oppressive. I have to limit my time outside because a) I hate humidity, it makes my brain feel foggy, and b) I’m allergic to molds and mildew and humidity is not my friend. I must admit, I’ve always hated humid weather. I could never live in the South.

Don asked me to send him a copy of the butterfly and bee that I posted yesterday. Later in the day, he ran some errands. When he got home, he gave me this:

I love seeing it enlarged and frame. Love you, husband.

Also yesterday; I couldn’t stand my long hair one more minute, so I enlisted Don in z “I HAVE to have a haircut!” venture. We took at least 4 inches off! Heaven.

Meredith still feels absolutely miserable and she was running a fever yesterday. Little Z is getting more computer and tv time than he is usually allowed. Mom needs rest.

Okay, my friends.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.

Lambs Like to Party

Lambs Like to Party

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