Whatever you are celebrating, I hope your day is full Of Joy…
All you Need is Love…
We’ve thrown ourselves into the Garden work–my Favorite time of Year! We’ve cleaned all of the garden beds, the garden shed, and the back porch. Casey added 4 feet of space to my squash bed and made another 2’x4′ bed to connect two rows…
Ronnie’s Fruit Stand, aka Variety Village, has started their weekly truck deliveries of plants. The ladies who work there are like old friends and we’re always so happy to be seeing each other again. I brought home some liatris, garden phlox, echinacea, marigolds, pinks… I just had to buy Something!
We put a lot of time into our Outside Space and it’s a joy, but it is beyond joy–it’s veritable Awe!– when I walk down toward the Thoughtful Spot and marvel at Mother Nature’s Garden…
I’ll be posting weekly over at Growing Every Season now. In addition to our usual gardens, we have Big Plans for a garden using only native plants that nourish our bird friends (not the Turkeys, though). I hope you’ll visit when you can!
There’s a definite mental lag going on since we arrived back to Sonnystone Acres. It’s always a Jump from the Magic that is Disney to Real Life, hence my whining all the way home that we should have stayed longer.
Then there’s the inevitable inner dialogue “Last Monday we were at Magic Kingdom, Last Tuesday we were at Epcot” all week long as I wash clothes and clean out the Rolling Sonnystone… I’ve made a half-movie, downloaded all the Memory Pass photos for the other half. I still have to organize my pins. I bought new frames and have this year’s collection on display… (after a frenzy of dusting)
Bright Yellow Forsythias greeted us as we pulled into the driveway…our yard is covered with meadow flowers and many of our daffodils are in bloom.
As soon as I could, I brought the surviving plants out of the shed.
I’m full of garden plans, looking forward to resurrecting my garden blog… This week I will return to the Ancestry blog with plans to crank out a half-dozen or so posts.
Ya’ll know about my Uncle Junior dying while I was gone. Sadly, my good friend Nu-Nu also died, buried the same day as Junior. They were central to my “old folks tour” when I would take a day and drive over to Grayville and up to Albion and spend time with them. When Nu-Nu moved to a nursing home in Mt. Carmel it took me a bit to “find” her, but I managed to get over there a couple of times, too. I had tried to call her at Christmas, but got no answer; sent her a birthday card 2/24. I don’t know any details of her passing, but she was 92 years old with bad lungs since childhood. I will miss our visits.
I guess I need to find some new old people to befriend…
We had a great camping trip! We had planned to stay until Sunday morning, but broke it down Saturday afternoon, just before the storms arrived….charmed…
Saturday morning, before the rain, we wandered the Antiques Show… We made some new friends who opened a new shop in NH that is filled with memorabilia. We ran into some old friends who recently retired and travel once a month selling their old stuff.
It was a great get-away, but now we’re catching up around the yard/house. As soon as I’m able to stop, I want to tell you about our new plans and catch you up…
Whew! The summer-like weather has kept us Outside mingling our work and relaxation. I’ve been away from the keyboard more and more as I rely on my phone for my internet fixes.
Just as the humidity was becoming unbearable, the rains have arrived. I awoke to the rhythm of a straight-down-pour, almost invisible to my sleepy eyes. I’ve spent the last week watering the gardens first thing every morning, so this was welcome. As I was checking my a.m. routine folder, I heard a pop–or was it a plop? I am the worst at following sound, always swearing it’s over there when it’s really over There, but it picked up speed and I was able to spot it about 9 feet away: a leak from the roof. Casey was still snoozing, so he got a rude awakening. I put a pan under the leak and he went upstairs to check it out and place a pan up there. Nothing can be done until the rains stop in a few days. It’s always something, ya know?
The roses have obsessed me. I think they will be all right (next year), but it has driven me crazy that they sit right in the front of the house, a testament to my poor gardening skills; they also look rather dead, no leaves at all. Last year I experienced a similar Rose Disaster and so I had 4 “extra” over in the north garden that were unaffected by the slugs. I angsted and angsted, hampered by my sick need to keep things symmetrical, and finally came up with a solution. It involved moving all but 2 of the uglies, putting the 4 extras in, and filling in with daisies. I’m Still not happy with the 2 that I left, but not nearly as obsessed.
Oddly, the one off by itself on the south side is just beautiful, no doubt due to my superior gardening skills!!
We had the Jr. girls over on Memorial Day, which just happened to be Michael and Jessica’s 13th (!!) wedding anniversary. The grandies and I went to the zoo in the morning. The afternoon was spent in the pool. The happy couple joined us for supper.
When I get too anxious over my gardens and responsibilities, I like to take a walk down to the woods, sit in my thoughtful spot, and admire Mother Nature’s work…it’s definitely not symmetrical, but its chaos is beautiful…
Did you watch the Royal Wedding? I tuned in about 45 minutes before the ceremony, box of tissues nearby. What I saw was sooo much Love radiating from St. George Chapel that it oozed through my television screen. After a day of grief and frustration, trying not to be angry, it was More than a Breath of Fresh Air.
You probably know that I have been a Prince Charles Fangirl since I was 11. Before you say it, I never thought much of Di, so don’t go there. The boys, William and Harry, I have practically raised…err..you know what I mean. The Queen and her Duke have always enthralled me, way before “The Crown”. No surprise that I have been intrigued with an American marrying into the Family. It appears to me that Ms. Meghan Markle is seriously the Real Deal. I loved Everything about the wedding–the Music, the Dresses, the Preacher, the fairy-tale ride in the carriage. It was simply splendid.
I bet the Preakness and I don’t want to talk about it…
Saturday even found us at the Old National Events Plaza to watch Olivia dance…She gets better every year!
Michael Curry, the current Bishop of the Episcopal Church, was the preacher at The Wedding. He reminded me so much of Hutch, our pastor at Old North back in the 80’s. He had a decidedly Black Church presentation, and some of the stiff-upper-lip Brits looked at him oddly, but his Message was Exquisite. (He almost re-converted me, but I’m staying a None for a while.) You should catch the sermon on YouTube when you have time and check out his style, but just in case you don’t, here’s the text of the best part…
That’s what love is. Love is not selfish and self-centered. Love can be sacrificial, and in so doing, becomes redemptive. And that way of unselfish, sacrificial, redemptive love changes lives, and it can change this world.
“If you don’t believe me, just stop and imagine. Think and imagine a world where love is the way.”
Imagine our homes and families where love is the way. Imagine neighborhoods and communities where love is the way.
Imagine governments and nations where love is the way. Imagine business and commerce where this love is the way.
Imagine this tired old world where love is the way. When love is the way – unselfish, sacrificial, redemptive.
When love is the way, then no child will go to bed hungry in this world ever again.
When love is the way, we will let justice roll down like a mighty stream and righteousness like an ever-flowing brook.
When love is the way, poverty will become history. When love is the way, the earth will be a sanctuary.
When love is the way, we will lay down our swords and shields, down by the riverside, to study war no more.
When love is the way, there’s plenty good room – plenty good room – for all of God’s children.
“Because when love is the way, we actually treat each other, well… like we are actually family.
When love is the way, we know that God is the source of us all, and we are brothers and sisters, children of God.
My brothers and sisters, that’s a new heaven, a new earth, a new world, a new human family.
And let me tell you something, old Solomon was right in the Old Testament: that’s fire.
He goes on to talk about how man’s “discovery” of fire changed, and continues to change, the world. He concludes:
And he then went on to say that, if humanity ever captures the energy of love – it will be the second time in history that we have discovered fire.
Dr King was right: we must discover love – the redemptive power of love. And when we do that, we will make of this old world, a new world.
My brother, my sister, God love you, God bless you, and may God hold us all in those almighty hands of love.
How about a Big Amen on that? All you need is Love. Love is All you need. Spread it all around…
My Mom has been gone for 15+ years now, and I have become accustomed to carrying her in my heart, consulting her in my mind, and frequently saying out loud, “can you believe this shit?” I treasure the love we shared and what I learned from her. But I mostly think of Myself on this day…and the old children that I mothered.
I am so proud of my kids. Each of them has become a fine person, a good spouse and parent, hard-working and kind. They are witty, and wise. They are truly my best friends and loyal confidants. They indulge me in my Disney obsession, and take care of my tech questions with minimal eye-rolling. They respect Life. They are Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous, Kind, Obedient, Cheerful, Thrifty, Brave, Clean, and Reverent. They are funny as hell and there’s nothing more precious than when we laugh together.
While searching youtube for some appropriate Disney Mom’s Day material to share, I got on a crying jag…not because I’m sad, but because being a Mom is deeply joyful and music can turn on the faucet of tears..
Get out your tissues and see if you agree. (I picked a short one, in hopes you’ll actually click on it.)
Have a Great Mother’s Day!