I am home for the holidays. We are frantically cleaning before our son, the sneezer, arrives. All dust must be ousted.
I tossed out some dusty items onto the bench outside. I forgot that this is the spot where my little friend sits each morning. I call him “Stubby” because he is missing the end of his tail.
Stubby and the ousted dust.
He has never been frightened by me. I would like to believe he is the baby I rescued from the koi pond.
Even when things seem rather dark my plants serve as green lights to cheer me.
I am home for a while catching up on housework and laundry. I really do not enjoy these endless chores. The brightest spot in the laundry-hanging room is occupied by my largest plants.
The biggest one is a key lime tree that I grew from seed. Here it is now with lovely little limes hanging like Christmas balls.
This was my joy today, seeing these sweet( not literally) litte limes hanging among the laundry, lines and clothes pins. My hope is green and my joy is green!
The latest change is a growing sandbar across the river.
The marina upstream has been adding many boatslips for renting.
We have watched the dredging off and on for months. The wet buckets full of mud rise from the water and dump the soupy sludge onto a barge. Muddy water streams off the equipment with each movement.
When things move water, water moves things.
The stirred up sediment goes with the flow of the water. It ends up somewhere else.
We are lucky that the island in front of us is on the other side of the river. Some neighbors to the north were not so lucky.
I hope the marina will do the right thing and clear the area in front of these piers.
Change causes change. Actions have reactions.
This last photo is a helicopter trying out the new sandbar. I suspect this will be a new hangout for boaters.
I have washed or polished everything in that house.
The one thing that made me nervous was the fine china.
It is delicate looking with understated elegance, just like my mother.
It demands respect and careful handling…
My sister and I selected similar colors for our fine china, bone white with silver rims. We envisioned large family dinners using all three sets. My sister and I chose matching silver and crystal for these big events. They never happened. I have used my china three times in thirty eight years.
Ours patterns have lovely circles of colors and flowers.
Mama’s fine china did not get listed in the auction.
It was set out for the pickers sale. Someone could have bought it for a dollar. No one did.
My guess is they too were intimidated by its delicate beauty.
So this china has had over six decades of protection and isolation.
We gave the entire set to a friend. She was thrilled and thought it was lovely.
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