Sometimes simple suffices.
FLOW
Only White Lights and Decoupaged Ornaments
Our New Airstrip
There’s a new piece of land out front of our house due to sedimentation.
It is long and flat and clear of vegetation.
It has caught the attention of the pilots from the nearby private airport.
First a helicopter landed on it. (earlier post)
Now, we have observed PLANES landing on it.
The first time this happened was at dusk and I could not get photos.
It happened again yesterday.
I was worried about boaters landing on the new island! HA.
One yellow plane landed and took off while the other yellow plane flew alongside probably to film the feat.
There was a dip after takeoff. We thought it might go under the water but it pulled back up.
We may need to trim some limbs, so we won’t miss any of the air shows.
FLOW
P.S. My daddy would love this. He had a little yellow and red Piper Cub.
Limes Among Laundry
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!
FLOWER and her fruits
Change Causes Change
I use this saying often, especially now.
Our home is being surrounded by changes.
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.
Here we go!
FLOW
My Morning Lesson
I am sitting outside to drink my last cup of coffee.
I am watching the Muhly grass dance in the breeze again.
It is no longer fresh or green or coloful or beautiful,
but it is still dancing
and I am still learning…
from my garden.
FLOWER
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
I used my fine china and my grandmother’s gravy boat, for another first. It is time to celebrate time together.
FLOWER.
Use That China
I have sorted through all my parents’ treasures.
I have tried to save only things that are useful
or have precious memories attached to them.
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.
I hope she will enjoy using it often.
It needs to be useful. It needs to make memories.
Use that china!
WALL FLOWER
Dance while there’s music!
The Deer are Here
The deer are here every day now.
Eating and listening and watching.
Our refuge is their refuge.
The sounds that surround us
have herded them here to our haven.
We will share, we must be fair.
My most delicate treasures will be moved
to a bunny yard without bunnies.
Saving only the best and losing the rest.
That’s where we are
and the deer are here.
FLOW
No Choice but Change
Humans are not my favorite species.
Man has motives that I do not abide.
I have lived apart from the herd,
but the people have found us.
They have added boat slips and buoys.
They have parked their barges beside us.
Sounds surround us day and night.
My quiet home is not alone.
No choice but change,
Here at home, no longer alone.
Will it still be a haven when we share it?
There is no choice
but change.
FLOW
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