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Day Four Hundred Sixteen

May 3, 2021 at 10:06 am by Claudia

I planted this lilac bush several years ago and it’s been growing steadily. I find it’s impossible to get a good photo of it, but I will say we have more blooms this year than ever before. I took the advice written in a comment here a few years back; cut off the dead blooms sometime in June and the bush will bloom profusely the next year. It’s actually taller than it looks here, but I was shooting uphill.

And so starts my daily visit to the bush, stopping to inhale that incredible scent.

Oh my heavens.

I took a trip to the nursery yesterday – foolish me. It’s the weekend and I knew better. We live in an area where city dwellers have weekend homes. So…the weekend brings an influx of people and on a gorgeous day like yesterday, a place like the nursery is flooded with people, ready to beautify their properties. Nevertheless, I was there, so I bought a few things; some topsoil, some more geraniums, some more lobelia to fill another pot. My hanging plants are not in yet, darn it! Now I’m afraid they didn’t order them, but truth be told, I think that this delay is normal – they aren’t in stock until the first or second week of May.

I wasn’t going to drop by the antique barn, but the traffic was so heavy, that it was easier to turn in that direction and I was able to get a parking space, so I stopped in. The antique barn is in a complex with other shops and it was crowded there, too. As was the barn. I walked through both floors and was intrigued by some items, but not enough to buy them. I stopped in my friend Sidney’s space, which is always lovely (that’s where I found the egg cup cubby.) She has such a great eye. There’s a photo of her space in my IG Stories. Sidney has recently moved to New Hampshire and spends most of her time there, so she is only going to have a booth in one space, which is another antique shop that I frequent. Though I’ll miss her at the antique barn, I’m glad she will remain at the other shop, where she has more square footage.

When I got back, I potted the flowers – again, in the wind – and cleaned up the porch. I swear, every day becomes windy lately, and pollen is everywhere.

Today, our big event will be stopping by the post office, the little hardware shop in town, and grocery shopping. And getting gas. (Don’t be jealous.)

I’ve started The Cutting Place, a mystery by Jane Casey, an excellent author. She writes police procedurals.

Don and Dan are working on an album – their new name is All the Way to Redding, which celebrates their long distance collaboration. Dan lives in Redding, CT. Anyway, I’m quite enamored of one of their newest endeavors, a piece called Starry Eyed in Nova Scotia. If you’re interested, here is the link. Words and music by Don; Vocals, ukelele, guitar – Don; bass and lap steel – Dan; produced, arranged and mixed by Dan. And the cover art is by our friend Jeff McCarthy. Jeff is a well known actor and he’s also a wonderful artist. When Don told him what he envisioned for the album cover, Jeff created a wonderful painting. Side note: Don knows Jeff because they were in a production of The Front Page  together. I worked with Jeff several years before at the Huntington Theater in a production of Arms and the Man. Theater is a small world.

Okay. Have to get going.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

Filed Under: antiques, Don, flowers, garden 28 Comments

Day Four Hundred Fifteen

May 2, 2021 at 10:26 am by Claudia

The porch is taking shape. I spent quite a while out there yesterday (in the wind!) potting several plants. The wind wasn’t as bad as the day before, but it enough to make us both a little frazzled. Don was also working outside.

Today, I’m headed back to the nursery to get some topsoil and a few more plants. I’m hoping my hanging plants are in – fingers crossed!

In the meantime, I had to stop writing his post for a bit because someone called us via FaceTime:

He was a Creeper – some sort of being that looks the same whether happy or sad. They don’t talk and, sometimes, they explode. We managed to make this strange Creeper laugh, although he quickly tried to hide the facial evidence by going back into neutral mode.

Z is happy today because he gets to take a little trip with his dad to see his brother’s new apartment. Same building, but now on the highest floor which means that Z gets to ride the elevator!

Okay. I’m off to run a few errands.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

Filed Under: flowers, Little Z, porch 22 Comments

Day Four Hundred Fourteen

May 1, 2021 at 10:01 am by Claudia

What is that sound I don’t hear?

Wind.

It went on for hours and hours yesterday; I stopped counting the number of times I had to run out to the porch to retrieve something that had fallen or had blown across the porch. It’s rather cold this morning, but it’s sunny and I cannot wait to get out there and do a bit more potting.

Don is making something in the crockpot for dinner – we’re trying to get through the next two days with the little we have on hand so we don’t have to grocery shop until Monday. We avoid our local store on the weekends. Too crowded!

Our neighbors across the street are having an outdoor birthday party today and invited us, but we’re not really party people. They have a Grateful Dead cover band playing from 6:30 until 9:30. But, like good neighbors, they gave us a heads up and the band will finish at a sane time, so we plan to watch The Wizard of Oz  on TCM instead of our current subtitled series (Baron Noir) because it will be too noisy to concentrate on the subtitles. And obviously, we know Oz pretty well by this point in our lives.

I gave up on The Paris Library. I tried, but it’s not my cup of tea. The prose is clunky (only my opinion, of course) and since The American Library’s activities during the Occupation of Paris are documented, I’d rather read the non-fiction version of this story. As you know, historical fiction is not my thing; I have definite opinions about that genre. So. It is now in my DNF (Did Not Finish) pile and I’ll donate it to our local library whenever they start taking donations again.

I started More Fool Me, the third volume of Stephen Fry’s memoirs, and I think I’ll read it and some fiction at the same time. Fiction title is yet to be determined.

A question: are you enjoying these little posts about my career? I woke up this morning thinking, “How boring this must be!” and started to question whether I should continue with them. Part of me says “You’re rattling on and on about your past and who cares?” but then again, this blog is all about me rattling on and on, isn’t it? Anyway, let me know. I’m perfectly fine with it either way.

Today marks 27 years since we lost our beloved student John Lentz to senseless gun violence. He was murdered walking out of Balboa Park after a closing night party. His girlfriend, Dhyana, was also shot, but survived. I miss him every day. He was kind, talented, bright, and could make me laugh like no one else. He was about to graduate with an MFA and had a bright future ahead of him. It was taken away in a second. I don’t think I’ve ever cried as much as I did that day and for the week that followed as we journeyed to Kansas for his funeral.

Rest in Peace, dearest John.

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.

 

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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.

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