Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Friends, I am going to write very little today. I’m still processing what happened yesterday and I have a lot of anger at the media, big money donors, and several Democrats. I’m on Threads, by the way, and that is where you will see me post on politics and where I curse, praise, and vent. Same handle as my main IG account.

I’m mostly very sad.

Anyway, I’m really tired because I didn’t sleep very well. I have to mow today and Don isn’t feeling well, so it will be a long day of solo mowing chunks of the front lawn, taking a break, and then going back at it. (I’m going to be smarter about all of this,) All this has to be done because it is going to rain off and on starting late this afternoon through Thursday or Friday. And by then the lawn would be way too long.

Personally, I think the physical work will help burn off some of my anger. Maybe.

If it isn’t obvious, I enthusiastically support Kamala Harris.

I promise to be back with a longer post on Wednesday.

Stay safe.

Happy Monday.

I noticed a day or so ago that we are no longer hearing as many birds sing in the morning. Every year, like clockwork, I am gobsmacked when this happens. Oh, how I miss the cacaphony of melodies and calls. I hear them here and there during the day and I definitely see them, but the time of joyous morning singing only lasts about 3½ months. Then it’s over.

Time speeds by much too quickly these days.

I mowed yesterday and, once again, I took on too much. I mowed both the back forty and the corral – very hilly. Then I came in the house and cried because I hate the fact that I just can’t handle as much mowing in one sitting as I used to. Intellectually, I know this and have known this. But in my heart, I hate it. Most of the time I accept this change and modify my work outside accordingly. But sometimes, like yesterday, I forget. I’m okay now, having talked to Don, who always helps me sort through these things. New schedule: back forty one day, corral on a separate day, lilac side of the front lawn on another day, and front lawn? Always needs to be tag-teamed with Don. If for some reason, Don can’t do it, then I mow it over the course of 2 days. Just like Don did when my hand was injured.

Remember before you comment: I LOVE MOWING. I have no intention of hiring it out, nor can we afford it. It’s a good form of exercise for me (and Don) and we look forward to it. I just have to be realistic about what I can accomplish.

It sure looks nice back there this morning.

Speaking of the back forty – that’s where our mullein plants pop up. We always mow around them starting in early spring because they pop up in the lawn and we want to see them thrive. Here’s one of them:

This one is about 4 feet tall, but I’ve had a few that were taller than me and I’m 5’9″ tall.

I took that photo after I had glimpsed a flash of a butterfly’s wing through the den window which sent me outside in the late afternoon. There she was, dining on the coneflowers on the far side of the house.

What a beauty!

Stay safe.

Happy Saturday.

 

 

 

Taken from inside the living room.

These two bunnies hang out here a lot. I love watching them. They’ll suddenly start chasing each other in big circles. They make me laugh. This morning we watched them play again. They eat for a while, then suddenly they’re on the move running here and there. And my favorite: when they jump in the air, all four legs lifting them straight up. Pure joy.

It’s still hot, but the humidity broke in a series of thunderstorms that rolled in on Wednesday afternoon, thank goodness. I’m going to do some mowing this morning – the corral and the back forty. I’ve been too immersed in the political world, so I need to shake it off and do something physical. That always helps. I did yank some weeds yesterday and will do some more of that today.

I posted this on my Blythe feed the other day:

“They had a secret meeting.

After sitting at the bargaining table, it seems they feel they aren’t getting enough photo time.

They want a new contract.”

And then, later:

“The holdouts.”

Thank goodness for this little escape from the real world.

Stay safe.

Happy Friday.