A Calm Day After A Thunder Storm

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It rained all night. I looked out the window this morning, and the flowers are drooping a little under the night of storms.

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It is quiet outside now. Just the sound of the birds.

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I have the whole day to stay in today. My favorite kind of day.

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The way the weather has been here lately, warm one day and cold the next, I may end up with a quilt in my favorite chair with the dogs settled around me.

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Light some candles.

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Maybe spend some time in the front bedroom that serves as my office. For months now, I’ve been putting things in there when I didn’t feel like finding a good place for it, and it’s piling up. I’m tired of seeing the disarray.

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Right now I’m going to head to the kitchen and fix some coffee. One of my joys of the morning. And sip it while I read email in the living room.

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And see what the rest of the day has in store. Because it’s far too muddy to go outside and take photos, or pull a few weeds that may have cropped up.

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What have you got on your agenda today? Anything exciting?

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Flowers, Changes, And A Demolished House

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Judy ordered some blue Mason jars, and gave me three. I snipped red roses and filled them up with fragrance.

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This is where I eat my meals, so I especially love to sit here and smell the roses.

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Here is one of my pink climbing roses planted last year.

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There’s just a whole lot of excitement going on in the neighborhood today. I heard a big crashing noise. And two doors from the Craftsman house, in the opposite direction from me, they are leveling a house.

There is a bulldozer and a big semi and lots of noise that have the dogs having conniption fits.

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Wonder what they’ll do with that land? Well, it was an eyesore. I don’t think anyone had lived there in a long time. A neighbor said an elderly woman lived there some time ago, but had to be put in a nursing home.

I wondered why someone had spray painted orange words on it. I thought it was graffiti! And then my next thought was: there goes the neighborhood!

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Another iris opened up. Isn’t it the most beautiful color?

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Earlier I sat on my little gardening storage thing that luckily has wheels, and planted seeds. I seem to have a lot of plants coming back from last year. I was surprised to see, scattered all over this bed, lots of little morning glories about an inch tall.

If you remember, I was going out in early July last year to photograph the first morning glory bloom when I fell and broke my ankle. I guess the morning glories, which are usually annuals, decided to come back and give me an encore due to my trouble.

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In other Cozy Little House news, I have added two more delightful and creative contributors. I will be doing things a little differently. Instead of having them post every Thursday, each will choose one day per month to post from their little corner of the world, at their convenience. With summer time coming up, lots of people get busy and don’t want to be tied down.

My new contributors are Carol from Art And Sand, from her little cottage by the sea. And Poppy from Poppyview, in her little house in Crete, Greece. Both love color as much as the rest of us do. So expect some colorful and vibrant posts coming up!

Hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day and weekend in the garden.

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If You Want To Meet A Man…

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Well, that title got your attention, didn’t it? Not just the fact that my climbing roses are blooming.

I guess I’ll go ahead and tell this story, so I can get back to the birds and squirrels and plants I want to talk about.

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Okay. This month, on two occasions, I’ve gone to the same grocery store. First I start in the produce aisle, buying strawberries for my morning cereal.

The first time a man came up and stood close by. He had a little girl with him. He was watching me, I could tell. Not me, my hands. As I turned the clear plastic containers this way and that.

Finally he said: “What are you doing?”

I can’t stand long on my foot, so I wanted this short and sweet. “I’m looking for bruised or too ripe strawberries hiding in the middle,” I told him.

“Oh.”

I continued to look. He continued to watch me. Finally…”Do you think you could pick some out for me?”

And so I did.

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A week or so later, I’m in the same grocery store, on the same aisle, eying the strawberries. I hate it when I get strawberries that have hidden bad ones inside. They aren’t exactly cheap.

And here came another man. I couldn’t tell you what these men looked like, because I didn’t care. I’m not looking for a man. Nor do I want one.

“Hi.”

I put one in my basket and started looking for another. “Hi.”

“How do you know which ones to get?”

I launched into my story nearly verbatim once again.

“Oh.”

He continued to stand there. I knew where this was going. And I needed to get on my way.

“Do you want me to show you how to pick out strawberries?” I asked him.

“Why, yes, I would like that,” he said. And so I proceeded to show him how to look real close and buy the container with the fewest bruises or bright red oozing strawberries.

By the way, yesterday I went to the Walmart Market (just a smaller version with food) and shopped. Just so you know. And I don’t think there was more than one man shopping in the entire store. If you live in Tulsa and want to know where the “strawberry men” were located, just email me. Maybe that store is a magnet for men who don’t know how to pick out produce.

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Now I want to tell you about these woodpeckers. There was something strange going on in woodpecker world in my back yard yesterday. They were very agitated. They would hardly light on a branch till they flew off rapidly again. No rat-a-tat-tat. Just swooping and barely lighting and swooping again.

Back and forth about a dozen of them went, making woodpecker noises.  I thought I was never going to get a photo. But finally they calmed down a bit and I did. Does anyone know anything about woodpecker behavior?

And then there’s this little sweetie pie. I know squirrels cause a lot of trouble and do damage and all that jazz. But this was just so cute.

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He/she rested there for some time.

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Here is my first full blooming iris. Thank you for whoever sent it to me last year!

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The lemon basil has really taken off from last year. Guess it’s all the rain we’ve had. I love lemon basil.

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The lamb’s ear looks very healthy right now. That won’t last when the heat hits. So I’m going to enjoy this little patch now while I can.

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In a day or two, I’ll get to take photos of this beautiful iris. I thank you all for sending these plants to me last year. It was so sweet of you to help me out my first summer here.

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Being Neighborly

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A current look at the indoor fairy garden I planted a few months ago.

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It took till now, May, to turn the air conditioning on. Up till now it’s been cold and freezing, seems like. What strange weather. The weather man says it will be down in the forties before the week is out.

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And guess what? I have neighbor news! I told you the young Navy medic moved in where the weird neighbors lived. He has maybe been here a month.

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Right this very minute an older gentleman is moving in on the other side! I’m so excited that instead of loud college kids, it will be single individuals on either side of me. All with dogs.

I wrote down my pertinent information, phone number, email address, and headed right over there. Shook their hands. Said I was right here if they needed anything during the move. He said he has several houses to sell in Ardmore, so will be living here part time for now.

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And remember this gorgeous house across the street? A woman moved in there about a year ago. She put up an expensive fence, planted oak trees, landscaped beautifully. I went over and introduced myself. But she kept to herself. Like most everyone else around here. Have to keep telling myself: big city folks.

Now it’s up for sale. I walked over and looked at the front garden beds she tended and mulched. They were so pretty last year. Now they show signs of not having been loved. The remaining flowers are spindly and dried up. How sad.

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Here’s my poor front bed, neglected since I broke my ankle. I got out yesterday and sat down and cut back all the dead stalks of the various ornamental grasses I planted last year. Hopefully it will perk up in a few weeks.

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Here’s my iris I showed you. The first one about to unfold. This is the status today. I love to watch how flowers bud out and then slowly unfurl.

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Here’s the house about three houses down from me. The front yard always looks like this. Like no one loves it. But I manage to find some blooms amidst the tall weeds.

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Abi and Charlie are very curious about what’s going on next door. A big moving van and lots of things to watch. I’m telling you they man those two front windows like little sentinels until I close the blinds at night.

If there’s someone walking a dog down the sidewalk, it is of course a huge deal to them. They go yipping and yapping from one room’s window to the other. If the trash truck comes, oh my word they get the high-pitched barking turned up. If it’s a Fed Ex truck, they go into conniptions.

And I have no doubt the mailman hates them. He just went past the window, and they pitched a horrid fit.

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Oh, how I’ve yearned for good quiet neighbors that might be friendly. That’s why I miss Tyler so. I’m still in communication with my neighbors there. After talking to them on the phone, I’m on the verge of tears. It was so different there.

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I want neighbors that will say hello and know their names. Neighbors that might sit a spell outside with you, watching the birds. Commenting on the weather while drinking tall sweaty glasses of iced tea.

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The neighbors here don’t seem interested in being very friendly. Maybe it’s because a lot of the houses are rentals and college kids move in and out.

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Yes, I’m lonely.

It’s an odd feeling for me. I don’t remember ever feeling lonely. But being mostly home bound for nearly a year now, I’ve really yearned for people to talk to. I’ve felt closed up in this house for so long. And I’m just now where I can get out in the yard and walk around a bit.

Not quite up to walking around the block, which has been my goal. But I just came in from walking a few doors down either way on both sides of the street. So that’s progress.

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So if you have terrific neighbors like I left behind in Texas, cherish them. Spread kindness. Watch out for one another.

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As Mother Teresa said: “I want you to be concerned about your next door neighbor. Do you know your next door neighbor?

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Backyard Nature This Weekend

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A Navy medic who is getting ready to go to medical school moved in where the college kids were. The house on the other side is empty. The yard there needs serious attention. But I spied this little pretty dangling from a tree.

I put on my shorter ankle brace today, and had less pain. I was even able to mop the filthy floors that have been bothering me for weeks.

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That fact alone gave me hope and a bit of happiness. So I went into the yard with more confidence. And captured all that was transpiring.

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This robin is building a nest. I watched and watched until I finally found the nest. Here it is.

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I watched as the robin worked diligently on it. Flying out and grabbing up debris in its beak. Then coming back to the nest and working it in.

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This iris should fully open in a day or two. One of you guys sent it to me last year to start the garden.

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This one is still on the job, hard at work. Rat-a-tat-tat.

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Does anyone know what this little bird is? I don’t believe it’s a sparrow. It has a nest in one of the bird houses. And is anxiously waiting for me to leave the yard.

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Last week I was able to sit and work on this fence bed I created last year. I removed all the dead stalks and cleaned it up a bit. The climbing roses are about to bloom. They are threading their way through the fence. I didn’t get a chance to cut them back before I saw the buds.

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And here are the pupsters. I’ll be back later today for Tweak It Tuesday.

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The Sweetest Things

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A few days ago, I got the cast off my leg. At first it hurt like nobody’s business. But it has gradually gotten where I can walk some without the cane.

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Judy went with me. Afterward she did what she knows makes me happiest: take me somewhere to take photos.

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Patience has never been my virtue. But I’m sure there is a lesson encrypted in this past ten months that I’m supposed to learn about all this.

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It has not in any way been an easy year. But still, here I am. Taking photos and writing blog posts. Just as I’ve been doing for five years.

Some of the best years of my life, meeting all of you, despite what might have been going on in my personal life.

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She drove to one of my favorite spots, Swan Lake. What lucky people get to live in this neighborhood, daily watching these elegant and graceful birds.

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Well, I guess until you see them in this rather ungraceful position!

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Spring flowers may be here, but the weather is cold. Cold. It’s crazy. It’s nearly May!

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Nature, in its four seasons, has immeasurable beauty. I feel humbled by what to me is near perfection.

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“Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.”

~Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858

Joining Elaine’s Sunny Simple Sundays at Sunny Simple Life.

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Floating On Air

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You get antsy, being inside all the time while it’s cold. And you have a cast on your leg.

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But today it is warmer. I managed to get my scooter down the drop from the back door to sit on the back porch.

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The most I can say is, you don’t think about the breeze caressing your face until you’ve forgotten what it feels like. And then it is glorious.

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Earlier I spied a blue jay out the window. I waited and waited. It didn’t come back. Still, it was so good to be watching and waiting. And see the woodpecker is still at work.

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When it comes to taking photos of wildlife, birds, it is really just a waiting game. You watch for any movement anywhere within your sight.

I would love to know what it feels like to fly like that. To soar from tree to tree, the sky a blue canvas above. Maybe it’s a bit like floating on water. Feeling weightless.

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If there is anything to reincarnation, I want to come back as a bird. To fly as they do, floating against white clouds. The world mere dots below. My lifelong fear of heights gone.

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You take photos of what looks like specks far off in the distance. Only to discover, once you’ve cropped a few times, you’ve found a diamond in the rough. At least my version. Just your ordinary back yard creatures.

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I didn’t want spring to commence without me. This time last year I was roaming the streets with my camera. Walking. Just walking. Something I yearn for so badly now.

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Life, in any of its forms, is a precious thing. The beating of hearts. The fluttering of wings.

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What, to me, is pay dirt. Magic. Worth waiting for.

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And then I manage to get the scooter turned around on the small porch, trip a moment over the table, but manage to right myself.

And the dogs and I go back in. The memory of the wind brushing my cheeks is still with me. I will try to hold onto it for awhile.

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