The Uncooperative Yard

August 3, 2017 at 12:05 am (Creative Non- Fiction, Life beyond parenting, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , )

A friend of mine and I were talking the other evening about what we still want to accomplish before the ed of summer. first on my list would be to get a friend to help me put some finishing touches on my back yard. I would like to have company,but my yard looks like a bomb went off in it. No matter how much I water, weed and feed (the weeds, not the lawn) it is still bone dry. My next door neighbor owns a lawn care service; We look at each other in passing and just hope the heat will decrease to 85 degrees instead of 95 degrees plus. So, I keep my hydrangea well watered and water the brown lawn three times per week.

While in my back yard this afternoon, I was sitting on my rocking chair thinking about my could be a beautiful yard. I had vision and hope: In the corner of the yard are two pine trees that have seen better days. I have my bird bath sitting there with no birds bathing. I was thinking about cutting down the pine trees and putting down a layer of rock. The bird bath would look better placed in the middle with pots all around it. in the other empty corner, I was thinking about putting a bench in the rock and put a shepherds hook beside it for a humming-bird feeder. On the fence, I want to put up planters for colorful flowers. At least when I go sit on my patio, I can look at something pretty and invite friends over for a party.

I can truly say, I am not a fan of summer sizzle. When my family first moved to my small town, the summer temperature was ony 85 degrees in august, now we get into the triple digits. The older I get, I melt. I  could go to the beach and fight the crowds, hope to get a shady spot, I am too old to run through my sprinkler except for when I forget to look where the lawn is being watered and get soaked. (usually right when you are running out the door to an appointment, and  you look like a drowned rat). I do enjoy when the sun is setting,the air cools down and you can hear the crickets chirping, the last of the kids have gone inside, and you are left with your cold coffee to enjoy in peace.

I took my first ride on a Harley Davidson motorcycle a few weeks ago. My son Levi had a best friend who has really been there for me after my son died ten years ago. We had breakfast at the Snake Pit, then Mike showed me where his family goes camping and floats down the lazy river. It is a beautiful area, in the middle of the national forest. My best friend and I took  a drive to one of our favorite small towns. It is nestled along side the lake with small unique shops and old car shows every weekend. I still need to make time to see a couple of plays or a concert in the park. I still enjoy what is happening at my local Library and visiting my friend the cat lady. She lives in a beautiful Victorian home on a tree- lined street. My yard would be incredible like hers, except I do not share her green thumb. I am becoming a reformed black thumb gardner with help from my friends.

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Summer Memories

May 31, 2017 at 8:52 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age) (, , , , )

Summer is almost here once again. I have so many precious memories of spending the summers with my Aunt in California. My Aunt and Uncle lived just down the street from my family.We lived in a modest neighborhood,but my Aunt and Uncle transformed the house into a show place. My Aunt as I remember loved growing roses on the fence line in the front yard. I decided to try to ride a skateboard from the driveway to the street. I missed the end of the street and hit head first into the roses cracking my front tooth. I was told by my Aunt after she cleaned me up that I wanted to try it again. In the backyard my Uncle built a gazebo, sh above ground swimming pool, and a green house and a dance floor. One thing I remember was my Aunt was very artistic. She raised and sold Orchids for corsage. She had converted the garage into her workshop for flower arranging she had a gift for arranging silk flowers into incredible works of art. I had a good summer vacation spent with my Aunt and grandma. I felt blessed they lived so close to my family. One Mother’s Day, the family all went to the park to fly our new kites. We have pictures of the day in a photo album. The one thing that sticks in my mind the most was how pretty my grandma looked in a dress and she just complained about her chicken legs. (she had nice legs and I only five.).

I raised my young son as a single mother after my husband died from complications of diabetes. I had the love and support of family and friends to help me through some tough times. My dad was my son Levis buddy. I have a special photograph of when grandma, grandpa and grandson all went camping. My dad was standing behind Levi helping him chop wood for the camp fire. My parents would often let Levi spend the night. they would rise before dawn, pack a lunch of sandwiches and hot coffee and be on the dock for fishing before sun up. Whatever was caught, was put on the grill for dinner that night. (they never ate hot dogs for dinner).Our family and friends had a favorite camping spot for weekend getaways. Campers, trailers and motor homes found a spot around one of the many lakes. As many as ten families all met and found their favorite spot to camp. My dad brought the boat for fishing and pulling the inner tubes, while others brought jet skis. I still remember Levi running to me to show me the fish he caught with the net of course. (smile). He didn’t mind gutting the fish,and getting ready BBQ and share his prized catch at dinner. Good thing everyone pitched in for dinner that night or we would go to bed hungry. 

I am so glad my family decided to move to North Idaho. I met so many wonderful people here. I live in a charming small town,in a neighborhood by the river; There is access to a park with hiking trails, benches to sit and watch the ducks or watch the boats pulling the inner tubes and skis. I live in a walking neighborhood. I love to see families go for bike rides or walking the dogs down to the river for a swim.  One of my favorite drives is on the Highland Golf Course. to see the beautiful mansions, and immaculate yards.I often visit some dear friends who live there and sometimes I am treated to a gold tournament for the evening. Just like my friends who built their forever home on the Highlands, I live in my forever home by the river. I re-painted my home two years ago, and now I have freshened up the landscaping. I joke that the gardening gene must have skipped a generation,but it did not skip my secrete weapon Nigel. he is a garden genius. We removed my over grown shrubs and replaced them with Hydrangea bushes. It will be beautiful for years to come. Have a nice summer.

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Signs of Spring

March 20, 2015 at 9:19 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Middle age, Poetry, Single Parent, Uncategorized) (, , , )

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Ah spring

You can finally star shedding some of those layers- sweats are traded for Capri length pants.

You can go for walks at night without being afraid-of course Fido helps no matter what.

Instead of staying indoor hibernating, neighbors start getting together for barbecues.

All the dead looking trees begin to show signs of life once again.

The robins appear once again in droves-looking for the early worm no doubt.

The park is bustling with the sounds of children’ s screams.

The garbage man begins whistling again.

Landry can once again be hung out to dry in the crisp smelling air.

Sunday afternoon brunch.

Salads and a jet tea anyone?

Egg salad sandwiches never tasted so good.

A nice sunny afternoon drive around the lake.

Let’s not forget fishing derby’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Signs Of Spring

April 2, 2014 at 9:36 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , )

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I would love to be able to have a beautiful garden like this one.

Such a beautiful place to have morning coffee enjoying hearing the birds sing. I have a nice sized backyard, but no real-time to care for it. I have a memorial garden for my son Levi who died in a car accident in 2007. I try to plant butterfly plants every season to enjoy. Last year I saw a lone white butterfly fluttering around my yard trying to find a place to land. This year I am plantinga real butterfly garden. I tend to have a black thumb when it comes to gardening, so I need an easy care yard.

Also last year, two birds got into a huge brawl in one of my pine trees. The fight started out on the telephone lines you see. One bird was mouthing off to another bird on the fence. the two entered the pine tree and started fighting. The one bird knocked the other out of the tree to the ground I could not believe it. The bird went back into the tree and fought some more before flying away. I was left with what just happened? Such excitement for a quiet neighborhood as all the kids on the block are now twenty- something.

I think this year eveyone is looking forward to spring; the warmer sunny days,  sitting on the front porch with iced tea. Families are out biking,the kids are outside with chalk, or playing in their battery operated cars, it is fun to watch the kids help mommy and daddy play in the dirt. Time also to tune up the old lawn mower. Everyone’s mood seems to improve with spring. hearing the birds chirp in the morning,(not brawl, just chirpping happily). And of course seeing all the newborn animals.it is fun to drive by the farms and see the calfs, ponies, lambs, bunnies, chickens with the babies gathered around. 

 I can remember when I was a girl, buying my first lamb. What a thrill-untill my brother and I found out you get up at 6 a.m. to start caring for it. Before and after school, we walked our lambes 0ne mile. Jeff and I were in 4-H club together. What treasured memories I have of growing up with all the different animals. Most of my friends envied me for living on our farm. They would come over and ride the horses after school. Those were the good old days when time seemed simpler than now. Jeff and I didn’t have much time to get into trouble because we were busy with the animals and getting ready for the fair. Life is good indeed!

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