Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

The Funeral, The Girls and Some Rain

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I watched all of the coverage of the funeral yesterday on the BBC. It was beautiful, moving, stunning, powerful – I’ve run out of adjectives. Don left the house for a bit to buy some groceries in that period between the funeral and the service at Windsor Castle but yours truly watched it all – except to take a shower, get dressed, and make the bed. It will stay with me a long time.

As I said in some of the comments: the most moving moments for me were the corgis waiting for her at Windsor Castle, the lone bagpiper at the end of the funeral, and her pony standing at the side of the road. That one made me cry.

I’m still thinking about it today and I suspect that will continue. Rest in Peace, Your Majesty.

My back is getting stronger. I still use the heating pad, probably because I’m used to it and it provides a sense of comfort. I want to mow so badly but Don says to hold off until Thursday. Sigh. He’s most likely right and since he’s taken very good care of me over the past two weeks, I’ll honor his request.

You knew it was coming: doll updates.

Madeleine is wearing a dress that I purchased from a woman named Mila in Ukraine. Isn’t it lovely? She also sent 5 or 6 pairs of socks (including the ones in the photo,) the bag, a hair bow, and a hat.

The hat fits quite snugly and it never would have fit over Madeleine’s hair, so Pippa offered to wear it.

I crocheted a tiny version of the hat I’ve been making. It fits Lily’s head, but just barely. I’ll play around with it in the next few days – I think I want a slightly larger version.

Yesterday’s mail included a package with the neck joints I’m going to use for Maeve and Sophie. Gulp. It involves some cutting and drilling, so wish me luck. I may try it today, we’ll see.

And we had a thunderstorm with lots of rain yesterday. After this summer, we sure don’t take rain for granted.

I’m coaching tomorrow and that will probably be it until I can watch a run-through. It’s not the way I like to coach, but it is what it is.

Don’s making a pie today. Always a happy occasion.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.

 

Monday – the Funeral

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I’m writing this post on Sunday because we’re getting up early on Monday to watch the funeral of Queen Elizabeth, so I won’t have time to write at my usual time in the morning. Better to write it now and guarantee it’s published near the usual time instead of hoping I get to it.

Sunday was warm – 83 degrees – and sunny. I was actually rather shocked by the warm temps when I went out to water some of the plants.  There is still a lot of mowing to do, but we plan to spread it out over the week ahead. Hopefully, I’ll be able to join in. My back is getting better; I vacuumed and dusted and did a little more work on the puzzle. After all of that, I sat back down in my chair with the heating pad on.

Remember the bunnies eating all my zinnia buds? Well, I guess they didn’t get them all because these tiny zinnias have bloomed. I’m hopeful there will be a few more. The gardens along the chicken wire fence have suffered this year. The Rose of Sharon didn’t bloom as much as it would have had we had rain. The morning glories and zinnias basically came to almost nothing in the chicken wire fence garden, and the aforementioned zinnias right outside the side door grew, were eaten, and apparently fought back. The morning glories behind these zinnias are growing up the fence, but no buds are in sight. Still hoping.

What a strange and depressing summer. Frankly, though I dread winter, I’m very eager for fall. These cooler mornings and evenings are lovely. I’m afraid fall color here in my part of the northeast will be a bit of a bust because of the drought.

Okay, my friends.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

 

Sunday

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This gives you an idea how long the grass was in the front yard. Don went out to tackle it because it had to be done. Now his shoulder is sore. We’re quite the pair.

You can see that there are still brown patches from the drought, but over all, it’s recovered nicely. Oh, forgot to tell you, I saw another monarch caterpillar on the milkweed about a week ago. We should be seeing a butterfly soon.

I’m itching to mow, but Don would stop me, I know. My back is still sore, but so much better that I’m feeling hopeful again. I actually worked on the puzzle for about 10 minutes yesterday. I’m reading Joe Country  by Mick Herron and I’ve been reading it in big chunks, which makes me very happy.

What else? I finished a hat for the girls and then I made a tiny hat for the little girls, in this case, Lily. In keeping with my policy to limit overwhelming you with doll stuff, I’ll probably show that to you tomorrow or Tuesday.

There’s more grass to be cut, but I’m making Don take it easy today.

A somewhat brief post, but there’s not much else happening.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

 

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