Mockingbird Hill Cottage

The coneflowers are beginning to open, which brings a smile to my face. This morning, I looked outside and a goldfinch was sitting on top of the zinnias, eating the seeds. Don loves goldfinches, he’s fascinated by them. I also briefly saw Phileas – or part of Phileas – as he jumped into the water when he heard me call his name. He quickly disappeared. At least we know he’s alive and well.

I’d been seeing catbirds on the porch railing a lot. Catbirds are never on the porch, so I was intrigued. I also saw a catbird carrying a twig the other day. Hmmm…nest building was going on somewhere. Was it the burning bush or the hydrangea/spirea area on the far side of the porch? As I was sitting on the glider over the weekent, I watched the movements of the catbirds and my focus narrowed to the limelight hydrangea.

Right there.

I peered into the bush and saw a nest. It’s hidden of course, as it should be, but mom and dad are flying back and forth a lot. I went out on the porch to water yesterday and one of the catbirds was perched on this table. He was startled and started making that catbird sound repeatedly. He flew off to the maple and continued his call. I guess we’ll soon be dealing with protective parents.

Right before all of this happened, I had been chatting with Don about the fact that we hadn’t seen any nest activity this year.

I spoke too soon. I’m glad there’s a little nest tucked into that bush. I’m fascinated by birds and nest-making.

I tried my best to avoid as much ‘news’ as possible over the weekend. I know what’s going on, some of it unbelievably tragic, but I didn’t want to stay there, if you know what I mean. I have to keep as calm as possible and it’s a huge challenge. I finished the Jane Casey book I was reading and Don picked up two books from the library that were being held for me. I’ve started one of them, John Connolly’s newest – The Children of Eve. I’m happy to report that my reading mojo has come back, if only because I’m forcing myself to make time for it during the day.

I’ve also closed my Etsy shop until they stop profiting from the “Allig*ator Alca*raz” merchandise that is currently being sold on that site. Etsy has changed and it’s not for the better. A site founded to sell handmade and vintage items is now profiting from merchandise that touts a concentration camp. And they refuse to do anything. In fact, they’re digging in, threatening those who write to the sellers asking that they take down those listings. Between the higher fees now being charged to sellers and this atrocity, I’m over Etsy. Just recently, I received an email from them congratulating me on having a shop for 13 years. That shop is going to close very soon. Until then, this is the message when you visit my shop:

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

 

 

 

Sorry for not posting on Friday. The events in the House on Thursday and the blatant cruelty on full display were tremendously  upsetting. I woke up at 3 am on Friday morning and never got back to sleep. I couldn’t stop my thoughts, my worry, my outrage. So I only had a few hours of sleep. I realized it was the Fourth of July and a holiday, so I figured you’d understand.

It was also the 31st anniversary of the day that Don and I met. And really, even though it was our first meeting, tentative, with some flirting and shyness, neither of us had any interest in anyone else from that moment on. We knew. We just had to work it all out.

So yay for us! 31 years together.

I can’t bring myself to write about the atrocity of a bill that was approved on Thursday. You all know how I feel about it. And I desperately need to lose myself in some work outside today and to observe birds and bees and butterflies and our groundhog. On Thursday, late in the day, we saw three young bucks walk through our property. Their antlers were beginning to bud, but they were young. And so beautiful! I briefly wondered if they were the culprits eating my plants. Very likely. We’ve never seen three bucks together and it was magical.

Anyway, Don has a gig this morning. I’m going to trim a lot of weeds and mow some grass. I finished the Jane Casey mystery this morning and when Don is back home after his gig, I’m grabbing the car to return a book to the library and pick up two books that I have on reserve.

I needed some comfort yesterday. Olivia is definitely one of my comfort dolls, so she and I hung out together.

She is so darned cute!

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.

Yesterday was the kind of humid day where you just know that thunderstorms will appear. And they did. Not too much, just enough. It’s going to be warm again today, but without the crazy humidity.

I’m very angry at yesterday’s vote. All I will say here is part of what I said online, without the cuss words:

My mother spent the last years of her life in a nursing home supported by Medicaid. My father could no longer keep her safe from repeated falls and injuries. He visited her every day.

My nephew is disabled and relies on Medicaid.

We’re an average American family. Multiply us by millions and millions of Americans who rely on Medicaid.

Then I said what I felt about those who voted for this. It was colorful.

Anyway, karma is real.

Moving on.

The zinnias seeds I planted in a metal tub on the funky patio are blooming. The ones I sowed in the ground are progressing much more slowly.

Ruby loves to read.

Gosh, I love her face.

Chloe is wearing the sunglasses my pal Gwen sent to me as a thank you for helping her out with a little speech she had to make. Too cute for words! I’m always very careful with putting any glasses on a Blythe because I don’t want to scratch the faceup. It was worth it for this photo.

Chloe is super cool.

Tomorrow is my little sister’s birthday. She is the best.

No real plans for today except to vacuum and clean the house.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.