Heavy Cleaning
Posted: April 27, 2010 Filed under: cottage garden, Housekeeping, Noxious Evils, Writers Write | Tags: backyard pond, cottage garden, creativity, garden, loss, water garden, writers, writing Leave a comment »The people down the street owned one of those makeover-for-your-garage franchises. They ran the business out of their house. Other than the trucks, things were fine. At least, until they got ready to move.
That’s when the garage sales started. For three consecutive weeks, junk spilled out of the house and onto the lawn. It was obvious. They organized garages by taking the clutter home with them. At the end of the third week, a driver dodging a bookshelf, ran into a tree, cracking the largest limb into the street. Another neighbor called code compliance.
The garage experts are gone now, leaving a pile of unsellables by the curb. I made this out of some of their garbage.
Bird’s Nest
Posted: April 19, 2010 Filed under: cottage garden, Joined at the Heart, Writers Write | Tags: change of seasons, cottage garden, family, garden, writers, writing 1 Comment »
A pair of cardinals built a nest in the bubble gum blossoms of our Old Blush rose. Their castle is a pastel fortress. Dad sings from the top of a pecan tree, while mom incubates. Yesterday, a mockingbird made a run at her, and Red swooped to the rescue. The mockingbird is bigger than the cardinal, but Red has love on his side.
A New Season
Posted: March 4, 2010 Filed under: Aha!, cottage garden, Joined at the Heart, Mouths of Babes, Writers Write | Tags: cottage garden, family, garden, writers, writing 4 Comments »
Our Old Blush rose bloomed for the first time this year. Four perfect blooms after a long hard winter.
Although spring is still a few weeks away, the seasons are changing at our house. For those of you who have followed the winter of our economic discontent, Bacon accepted a full-time position today. His first not-temporary job since he quit teaching. He starts to work Monday. When the phone rang, we were talking about how he could go to school for another job he’d been considering–six months away from home with very little income. He was ready to do it, if it meant finding work. Life can change in an instant.
A flame red cardinal drank from the birdbath today. We haven’t seen one up close for a long time. Cherry said, “It’s our lucky day.” I agree. It’s a sign.
