may 8, 2018

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“Never stop doing your best just because someone doesn’t give you credit.” ~ Unknown

 

delicate

 

If anyone knows what this delicate flower is called, tell me. After Edgar arrived last week, I didn’t want to mow for fear of hurting or scaring him. So, the grass got much longer than usual, but something truly beautiful happened in the meantime. The yard filled with these flowers. They close at night, and stay open all day. Other flowers, too, arrived where there had been none. The flower below I’ve known since I was a child, though I really don’t know what it’s called. They grow out of weeds. But as I always say, one woman’s weed is another woman’s flower. It’s a flower to me for sure. I finally mowed tonight, and could have probably baled hay out of the super-long blades, but it was worth every wet, sticky clump to see a yard of flowers for a week. 

 

not a weed

april 9, 2018

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“You can practice thinking, but the answer you get by thinking is not the only answer you should know.” ~ Shunryu Suzuki

 

seriously? (snapseed)

 

It’s April 9 and you see that white stuff? Yea, that’s snow. Granted, it was nearly all gone by the time I went to work, but still it’s April 9. Meanwhile, I had a really productive day. So, if it needs to sprinkle some white stuff on the Earth to have such a great day, so be it. Let ‘er snow.

april 17, 2017

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“‘Listen’ and ‘Silent’ are spelled with the same letters. Think about it.” ~ Unknown

 

small beauty

 

Tomorrow marks the 10th anniversary of buying my house (the same day Stacy bought hers). One of the first things I loved about being a home owner was the yard filled with violets. I remember coming home late one night and laying down in them. I lay there staring at the stars when I said out loud, “Wow, this is my yard!” As if reality had just hit me. Sometimes I still have to pinch myself that I own a house. I’ve lived here longer than I’ve lived in any house in my life. So many things have changed in these last ten years, some good, some bad, but I’m grateful for every single bit of it. I’m grateful to have a job that helps me pay the mortgage. I’m grateful to have Mount Flushmore roaring in the bathroom. I’m grateful for Wally’s fence. I love my neighbors, even the man with the incessant chainsaw. And I’m eternally grateful for the violets that are as beautiful and prolific today as they were ten years ago. 

april 12, 2017

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“Your ordinary acts of love and hope point to the extraordinary promise that every human life is of inestimable value.” ~ Desmond Tutu

 

pals

 

The yard finally got its first trim of the season. It’s one of my all-time favorite things; that first mow of spring. The wild onions are plenty, and once they’re cut, the aroma sticks until the next rain. I reckon heaven smells like a first mow. Or brownies. That’d be alright, too. Anyway, the yard looks great, but if I’d had a hay baler I could have made a little money on the side. Wally’s a good helper, too. He watches after me, never gets in the way, and he’s genuinely happy to be outside with me. I love my little dog and my little yard and my little mower my sweet daddy gave me. I’m going to sleep good tonight grateful for everything I’ve got (and some of what I don’t).

may 3, 2014

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“May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” ~ Nelson Mandela

 

high-five
high-five

 

It was one of the most beautiful Derby days Kentucky has ever had. The temperature was perfect, the sky spectacular, and the people the very best. I had my third Derby party. Thanks to Stacy Yelton, Annie Bassoni, Sandy Davis, Deb Chenault, Crystal Heis, John Lumagui, Greg Davis, Vanessa Oliver, and Riley, Eric, and Heidi Morrow, it may have well been the best yet.

 

cornhole sundown
cornhole sundown

 

We played cornhole in a yard as green as it was bug-free (always a plus).

 

learning to spell
learning to spell

 

The sidewalk chalk was the best $2 I’ve ever spent. Riley reduced grown women to a gaggle of squawking grannies. We had a blast playing with him. I think he might have had fun, too.

Cinco de Binx
Cinco de Binx

 

Bianca, AKA Little Dog, was the hit of the party. Good thing she exited stage left before Riley arrived. I’m not sure we could have stood that much excitement. It was a perfect day capped off by my taking the pool with California Chrome’s win. Life is so very, very sweet to me, and how lucky am I to have such smart, sweet friends as these? Pretty darn lucky!

march 15, 2014

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Who the hell knows what’s gonna happen to them? Nobody! Isn’t that comforting?
~ Elaine Stritch

clean sweep
clean sweep

My neighbor had a hedge of honeysuckle that stretched from our houses to the sidewalk. He never trimmed it. By last summer it had reached 13-15 feet high. I couldn’t see anything to the East when the leaves were full. I got no morning sun, limiting growth in the front yard. The overflowing pollen turned my blue porch green for weeks in spring. For seven years it had been this way. Last fall I finally came up with an idea. I offered to remove the honeysuckle and replace it with a real hedge of burning bushes, which I would also keep trimmed. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse. Annie Bassoni lent a hand, and today we removed the hedge. “My, my, my,” he said, after most of the stumps were gone. “What do you think? Doesn’t it look great?” I asked. “My, my,” he replied. He didn’t really say much more. Meanwhile, the neighbors across the street were thrilled. It was totally worth the work. It helped me and my neighbor, and I got to spend time with friends. I call that a win.

before, after, in-between
after, before, in-between