Since this all begin – about three months ago (three? Really? Is that all?), I haven’t left the house. Well, yes, early in March I had periodontal surgery. Then the stitches removed a couple of weeks later. Oh – we had our taxes done. And let’s see… a couple of grocery trips before the stay at home order and then… nothing until the end of May. (Dave had volunteered to do our grocery trips, (for my Mom as well), and is still doing all errands.) Most of the time I putted around the house – occasionally napping with our sweet dog. At the end of May we went for a cup of coffee at our favorite local shop. And that was it – until today.
My big day out started with a periodontal cleaning. Okay, not the trip to make anyone’s top 20, (or more. Adjust as needed), however, it was necessary. And I decided it was also necessary to treat myself afterwards. After a good report from the hygienist, I drove off to our historic downtown area. A mocha under the trees on a park bench and then a stroll along the shopping area. A couple of stores were closed but I found a nice card and stuff shop. A wad of cards and steamed up glasses from my mask later I headed for home. (After stopping for a second mocha for Dave.). All in all a very pleasant outing. Just what I needed.
A friend of mine described her frame of mind as:”…kinda like an astronaut who was out on a space walk and someone cut the cord to the mothership.” After reading that line, I realized that was exactly how I was now responding to everything. I had gone from involved and emotional to detached and drifty. I think I overloaded. So, I decided, I must knock that off. Well, as best as I can, one step at a time. Like blogging. Or the above photo.
I have been wanting to change our spare room into a study. Or yoga place. Or just a nice living space. Anyway, after looking at every paint chip Benjamin Moore makes, I decided on a soothing pale gray. I pulled out all my small wall art pieces: The things I’ve collected over the years from antique shops, shows, and posters originally purchased for my now defunct shop. Since I wanted to hang everything, collage wall it is. I’m quite happy with way it has turned out. Huge thanks to Dave for making it all happen.
As to blogging. I like it. So, in an effort to engage again, I think I’ll try to blog daily. Well, nearly daily. Okay I’ll play it by ear. I think it will wake me up again. And get reading everyone else’s thoughts and ideas.
So that’s it for today. Thanks for reading and stay safe!
Until today, I thought our April showers were bringing swampland rather than May flowers. Admittedly, I was avoiding slogging thru the muck and therefore did not spend any time admiring the trees. Last evening I popped my head out after the latest storm had passed and said ‘Hey! The lilacs and apple trees have buds!’ Dave, who has mowed the lawn and done some trimming, gave me a blank look. ‘Well yeah.’
Okay so I’m not a natural gardener. I know the skill is in my gene pool. (Somewhere. Most likely in the very deep end. To tell the truth, I’d rather stick to the shallow end with a sparkling cool drink resting on the ledge. Maybe with a delightful snack next to it…but I digress.) My maternal grandfather’s yard was nothing short of amazing. Fronted by a rather busy street, Grandpa’s house was flanked with box hedges trimmed with a military precision. Walk up to the unassuming front door and thru the house to the backyard – a different time and space awaited.
The hedge continued standing sentry on the perimeter of the double deep lot. In front of that, giant hydrangea bushes. And the center of the yard? The largest, and tidiest vegetable garden you have ever seen. Stand on the small patio, sound dampened by two rows of bushes, breathing the scent of sweet basil, one was transported to another world. A place of grasshoppers and caterpillars, humming bees and birds of every color. Lately, my mind has been returning to that yard. As Thomas Wolfe so famously said, “You can’t go home again.” However……
‘Hey Dave….what if we put in raised bed(s) and planted herbs and stuff?’
Dave just looked at me and took a deep breath.
Right. The truth is: While the gardening skill might lurk deep inside me, the passion, the true love that created the yard of my childhood memories, doesn’t.
‘How about we plant a couple of hydrangea bushes?’
‘We could do that.’
Thanks for reading. Don’t forget, we’re in this together.