Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Celebrating Two of My Favorite People

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Well, what do you know? It’s the birthday of two of my favorite people!

First up.

You just might recognize this guy. He’s the love of my life, a love that I never thought would come my way, but miracle of miracles – he did. There’s not a day I don’t thank God for him.

I love this photo because it shows his kind eyes. And he is kind. And caring, compassionate, funny, wise, enthusiastic, joyful, loving, always willing to help others, witty, incredibly talented, and just plain GOOD.  He is a good person who brings joy wherever he goes.

He’s 68 today. And he’s never been better.

Happy Birthday, sweetheart. May everything that’s good come your way. May the joy you give others be returned to you tenfold.

I love you.

Ah, such a great memory.

And next up.

This guy. Speaking of spreading joy wherever he goes, this nephew of mine does that every day. He is magical. He is incredibly smart and funny and brave and determined and he is a blessing. He’s obsessed with elevators – we had another FaceTime yesterday wherein we discussed All Things Elevator. He makes us laugh. We make him laugh (the crazy performing aunt and uncle).

He is 8 years old today. How did he get so big, so fast?

Happy Birthday, Little Z! We love you beyond measure. I know you will take the world by storm.

Don told me he just wants a ‘normal’ day here at home, playing his guitar, spending time with me. Okay by me.

Happy Monday.

Birds, Books & Movies

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A little photo of the living room as the sunlight poured in yesterday. Heaven.

I mowed the entire front yard yesterday. Today: the corral and the area near the shed. The back forty will have to wait. It’s been absolutely lovely around here and we have another day of it today. And it looks like tomorrow’s rain will hold off until the evening, which will be lovely for Don’s birthday. And little Z’s, as well. They share a birthday. But I’ll talk about them tomorrow.

Yesterday, we saw a bald eagle flying overhead, following the path of the river that is just across the street from us. Today, as we sat on the porch drinking coffee, we saw our lonesome dove sitting on the electrical wires. I said hello to him and invited him to drop by the birdbath. (I just cleaned it out yesterday.)

I’ll be finishing Green Grows the City  by Beverley Nichols today. These two books will be my next reads. We’ve talked about 84, Charing Cross Road  recently, so you know why it’s on my TBR list. I’ve read lots of raves about Shaun Bythell’s The Diary of a Bookseller  lately on Instagram. One of the readers of this blog also mentioned she was reading it. I love books about books and bookshops. This one is supposed to be laugh-out-loud funny, so I can’t wait. He has another one – Confessions of a Bookseller – coming out in September.

And last night we watched Dog Day Afternoon.  It was on TCM. For some reason, I’d never seen it. My heavens, Pacino is magnificent. I think it’s his best work. And the late, gone far too soon, John Cazale, is wonderful, as well as Chris Sarandon as Pacino’s lover. Unbelievably powerful. Directed by Sidney Lumet, who as far as I’m concerned, never made a false move in his long career as a director.

It’s still with me this morning as I write this.

Okay. Time to get a move on.

Happy Sunday.

 

Glorious Saturday

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It is such a gloriously beautiful day out there that I’m going to make this post short and sweet. We just came in from sitting on the porch with our second cup of coffee and, after the constant gray skies and rain, this weather is like manna from heaven. I know that many of you understand because you’ve been dealing with the same thing. Rain almost every day since April. Three months of it. And, of course, we’re getting more later this week. But in the meantime, I’m feeling a slight breeze, the sun is shining, there’s no humidity, the birds are singing, two little rabbits were eating outside the kitchen this morning, the wind chimes I inherited from my mom and dad are tinkling softly, the gardens are lush and beautiful (and need weeding, but we won’t go there) and I plan to mow, which I love.

All good on this Saturday. And all desperately needed. I do feel that it restores my soul.

I looked down at the doves – they’re right next to my seat on the porch – and it looked like they were munching on the geraniums. Had to take a picture.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

Happy Saturday.

Lambs Like to Party

Lambs Like to Party

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