My garden; heirloom tomatoes & 3 kinds of basil.
Coffee with real cream.
The Goodreads app & the security of always having a good book on tap or on order.
Grey cats and Shiloh shepherds.
Tide laundry detergent.
Acure products; sooooo wonderful, food for my skin & hair.
Real Housewives.
Hummingbirds.
Antidepressants.
The endless blue summer sky & the promise of what is to come.
terri windling writes a beautiful blog with beautiful pictures, and her ‘into the woods’ has been fascinating – a very thought-provoking, extensively researched series on mythical archetypes, fairy tales and literature.
highly recommend.
last year, we had wrens, and they met a tragic end in the clutch of a local cooper’s hawk; this year, we have chickadees living in the rosebush in the back. the rosebush is one we discovered under an overgrown garden plot choked with myrtle; i haphazardly threaded it around a cheap home depot trellis and it has absolutely flourished. the birdhouse is decorative, a description which apparently has no meaning to its current tenants. every day we see the pair of them flying back and forth, bringing food to the nest, taking turns, perching on the overhead wires and the tomato cages. no sign of the babies yet, but i am checking as often as is seemly.
can you spot the chickadee in this picture?
they don’t mind snoop playing on her swingset, but they despise me hanging around their box with my camera trying to get a snap.
and yes, i know these pictures would be much more lovely if that rosebush happened to be in bloom currently, but it’s not, not yet; although it is full of the promise of a riot of violent pink blossoms. any day now.
so here is an obligatory shot of the first bloom on the much more boring yet always reliable ‘knockout’ rosebush in our front yard. i took it hastily one morning in the rain, pulling out of the garage to take snoop to school and get myself to work; but we stopped to take a picture of this first blossom.
now that the engine has started, it will finally cease its relentless blooming sometime around thanksgiving.
yup, the lilacs came after all.
there’s a lot of other exciting stuff going on in our backyard as well.
every year, gb does the vegetable gardens and my only complaint is that he wants to make the most of every inch of space. traditionally, by august, our gardens are riotous and chaotic and we’ve succumbed our patio in a war of green attrition. key learning: squash vines have no place in a square foot box bed.
i am more minimalist.
this year, i went to flower day at eastern market in detroit and purchased 3 varieties of heirloom tomatoes – cherokee purple, mr stripey, and hillbilly. i bought 4 pickling cucumber plants, and saved my splurge for basil – 3 kinds, traditional, lemon, and dark purple. the joy of our summer garden is making caprese salads out of our tomato & basil, fresh and vivid, with beautiful buffalo mozz dripping with oil. mmmmm.
that’s it. although gb is immensely dissatisfied with the open space in the gardens, i think we will both be pleased with a more orderly and limited garden this year. i do subscribe to the belief that you shouldn’t try to do too much, but what you do, you should do well.
another exciting item of note is that our neighbor has a beautiful japanese maple tree, and last week i noticed a small crimson leaf struggling to emerge from inside one of our hostas. closer examination revealed that a tiny japanese maple sapling had taken root inside the hosta. gb & i did emergency surgery to extricate it (and divided the hosta while we were at it). we planted it in its own pot and we will see if we can nurse it along so that someday it is as big and glorious as its mama tree next door.
due to a late, cold spring, the peonies still haven’t emerged, but it looks to be a banner year for the rosebush, which is laden with buds.
michigan spring is on / off; one day it is snowing and the next day it is uncomfortably warm. we haven’t been outside as much as we’d like because we are all sneezing in a cloud of pollination. still, though, there have been a few good runs in the sunshine, red tulips in the yard, and a meditative afternoon spent trimming the hydrangeas, which felt oddly like an exercise in bonsai.
i look out my office window and notice the swallows have suddenly appeared, making their rapid graceful loops over the green lawn. the red-winged blackbirds sway on the reeds in the ditches by the side of the road. the sky is more blue.
lilacs can’t be far behind.
over the weekend, we framed & hung several prints by Jay Ryan. we finally feel like grown-ups, with real artwork.
the undersea theme inspired snoop, who responded with her own quite lovely image.
i love everything about it, from the seahorse family to the jellyfish.
when i was a little girl, i went through a phase where i cried every day when i went to school, and pretended illnesses so i could go back home to my mom where i felt safe. i don’t remember what felt so sad and scary, other than just being out in the world alone, i suppose. every day when i went out the door, i felt that something terrible could happen and i may never come back, i could be lost out there with no way to get home, spinning alone in a dark universe with nothing to hold me safe.
so my mom made me a star chart, and every day i went to school without crying, every day where i managed my fears, i got a little foil star to lick and stick on my chart, and at the end of the week, if there was a nice row of shiny stars, we would walk downtown in a blue friday night dusk and i could pick something out at the dime store, or there would be a special treat for me and my brother. it was never about the plastic baby doll, or the little golden book, or the actual thing that i picked. it was the promise that at the end of that row of stars, i knew i would be home, and i would be with people who would always love me, and i would be safe, and i would have made it through another week of growing up.
it seems funny and unfair that at almost forty years old, i remember that star chart, and think only half-joking that i could still really use one.
maybe everyone feels like this sometimes.
all week, i thought about stars, and when i was pretty sure that i had earned it, i took myself to teavana and treated myself to some tea. i think sometimes it is just your own self who has to keep those little lights shining in the big dark universe, and most of the time, even when i think i can’t, i can close my eyes and see them and feel them. i just have to try.
and a lovely hot drink and a pretty tea tin certainly help.
it’s been a cold miserable spring but as doctor suess says, no wind ever blows forever. sometimes the big challenges of life can feel overwhelming, there’s no doubt. but the future is not ours to see or to know, it doesn’t belong to us.
what does belong to us, if we choose to own it, is the ability to feel intense gratitude for what we have. it’s an odd challenge, to narrow my focus from the whole huge picture to just one tiny beautiful detail of my life at any given point in time, and feel grateful for that.
the funny thing is, once i start doing that, i start seeing other tiny beautiful details, then others, like beads on a necklace, and soon the whole picture of my life is completely different.
so this spring there have been good books and new blogs full of beautiful words and images and ideas and optimism. there has been thrifting, and lots of baking with the little one as a helper – cookies and muffins and special saturday night dinners. there has been lavender laundry soap for the sheets, and plans being laid for the not-so-distant summertime: gardens, a house rental on the beach, long training runs, summer dresses and skirts. there was opening day for detroit baseball, and there have been many blustery visits to the woods to feed the birds and watch the swans building their nests. there’s been coffee with cream, and public radio, and knitting (well, thinking about knitting, anyway.)
my motto for this year is taken from the words of albert einstein.
‘there are only two ways to live your life. one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle.’
we actually saw the sun for awhile today, after such a sheer drudgery of a freezing, grey, & windblown march as i can’t recall. spring is not normally my favorite season but this year I can’t wait for the mud & buds & balm.
until then, another week of space heaters, wool coats, & chapped hands.
first, though, a weekend of books & playdates & maybe some knitting & cooking in between all of the normal chores that keep our lives ticking along.
I hope you enjoy yours, all the simplest nice things of beauty & peace.
sometimes, when you’re cleaning out a very old closet, you find something that still might fit if you give it a good airing out, and wear it in a new way. 
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