I Am Hearing . . .Cicadas.
I Am Wearing . . .blue chambray nightshirt.
I Am Thinking . . . that I very much miss my flowers from the old house. There were lots of aromatic Antique Roses, Sunflowers, Black-eyed Susans, Cannas, Yarrow, Buddleaia, & Milkweed.
And there was the blooming Vitex, always full, so very full, of feral honey bees. The sound of their humming was reassuring. I'm grateful I took a couple of naps beneath those trees. I wish there were photos.
It goes without saying I miss the Buick-sized Rosemary. And the mint & figs.
And the small kitchen garden that gave us plenty of tomatoes, peppers, & basil this time of year.
I miss the yard a lot.
I don't know how to grow anything in this yard. There's an awful lot of shade - - - and we don't know a thing about this soil. It is foreign soil to us.
We knew the other soil. It was full of vitality. We composted & mulched & layered & fed it good healthy stuff. It was alive with earthworms. It was alive.
We don't know this soil. We have lots to learn about it.
Last year's summer bouquet
Last year's summer bouquetI Am Wondering . . .how long it will take to be at home with this spot of land? The house feels like home, although I think we should have gone with my initial idea of painting all the interior white. I think this house can do white. Maybe it's because of all the surrounding trees? I don't know - - - but I'm guessing when it's time to repaint we'll repaint a lot of it white.
I'm also wondering if the exterior would be better off white? Right now it's red. I'm thinking white with black trim.
I Am Grateful. . . for 41 years of marriage. We've had ups and downs, joys and sorrows, good times and not-so-good times. But I am his. And he is mine.
And I wouldn't change that for anything.
From The Kitchen . . . the refrigerator is full of fruit & veggies, although none of it grown my us. That seems strange to me - to have to buy/trade every last morsel that goes into our mouths. This is not how it's suppose to be!
I Am Reading . . . nada
I Am Hoping. . .to edit a few more pix for Samantha & burn her a CD of them.
Around The House . . . A store-bought bouquet. How strange it seems...almost some type of alien. I've always told hubby he doesn't need to buy me flowers for any special occasion because I have plenty outside. Now that I don't. . . . he bought me a bouquet. And while I very much appreciate the gesture. . . . they're are not nearly as beautiful as the homegrown variety!
One Of My Favorites. . . My husband!
Something You May Not Know About Me. . . I seldom lack inspiration . . . . it's motivation I run short of!
About Today's Photo. . . Wedding day 1969.
How wonderful to say have 41 years of marriage (in these times)! Congratulations.
ReplyDeleteI hope you'll feel at home soon, and learn to know the soil there. It's nice to grow your own vegetables.
Popping in from The Simple Woman's Daybook,
Felicity
I love the idea of downsizing. We still live in the 2 story home, we raised our family in. [And we've been married for over 50 years]
ReplyDeleteDue to many reasons, we won't move. We're surrounded by family and 'Grands', for one thing. So I make believe that the rooms we still use, are all on one floor, and are a Cottage. Make believe is lovely. :-)
I dream of all white walls too, and yet, I resonate with the deep colors and wallpaper, we have. Back and forth. Back and forth. :-)
This will sound like a silly little thing to thank you for, I'm sure but... Here I go... Thank you for reminding me that just the dream realization [downsizing] doesn't automatically bring perfection. [You are wondering how long it will be, to feel at home...] It helps we who won't be able to do our dreamed-of-downsizing, to remember, that nothing is perfect. :-)
Gentle hugs...