Life...

03-23-18

Today the sun was out and although the extraordinary breezes of our high desert climate are always with us and against us, I was able to work outside... and thus, I spray painted some of the patio furniture, as well as many of my plants supports, trellises, obelisks and whatnots.  These are the ones that I already have supporting some of the ‘soon to grow’ roses and climbers.  Then, it will be all the flowerpots next.

I also worked on organizing the back porch. Nothing looks perfect there yet, and still, everything is looking as perfect as it had never been since we moved back.  I’m excited. 

The small tiled table and newly done pink chairs are sitting under the Virginia Creeper over on the side gardens on the gravel garden path.  The old full-length mirror sits across from it; leaning against the wall by where the climbing Don Juan rose is.  Rain, heat, snow and the pass of time have made a wrecked of that old mirror frame, and thus a new one must be built soon.  If only the Fisherman would find some free time out of his busy schedule to help me with this project!  But he won’t.  Not as soon as I’d like anyways.  

How I wish sometimes that Miss Mary Poppins would bring with her one day a special kind of a handyman for me—one that would be willing to put up with all my nonsenses, of course!  No fancy work here, just little things, little odd jobs here and there as I see the need, and projects that always pop up in my mind on a moment’s inspiration on inconvenient times... projects and odd jobs that no real handyman would ever wanted to do.  Silly, unimportant things I’ve been told! 

I am a strong woman in my strength, stronger than I look, and I can usually do all sorts of heavy work all on my own, but there are things that I just don’t know how to do.  I wish I’d be an electrician, a pond maker, a wood worker a trellis maker a rock lifter and a concrete expert.  What I won’t do in my garden then!  In the meantime, I'll sit and wait for the Fisherman to help, whenever he'll find the time! ;)

03-24-18

Today, I finished working on the little dried creek.  Three bags of smaller river rocks were enough to use as filler and cover the center.  

The big guardian angel statue that was sitting by the pond at the little white cottage, now sits at the head of little dried-creek.  That’s his place now.  I like him there.  This angel makes me think of the Ark of the Covenant of Exodus in the Bible, and of the Tabernacle, and of God living among us.  Yes, I like that thought.  I truly want to believe that God, dwells here. 

I should had planted all the irises only about and around the stones, but some of them I placed in the center where the river rocks are… I thought that would add some interest to the creek, like a more natural look perhaps, but maybe I might have to take them out later?  We just have to wait and see.

03-25-18

And it snowed again… it snowed practically all day today, with some sunshine in the late afternoon, around four.  

I sat by my computer and wrote.  From my bay-windows I could see all the neighborhood rooftops, and I watched, enchanted, at how the smoke drifted away from chimneys like some livid ghosts from beyond… like the souls of the houses leaving themselves, or the soul of the people who live in them…   

Today, I too noticed that birds have returned to the land.  It was almost a soiree of sorts, a great festivity, a joyful revelry in the aviary world.  I sat outside after the snow was gone just to listen.  And what a symphony I heard!  The first, true aviary symphony since we moved back here. 

3-26-18

Today I planted my first two roses. 

It must be spring, because the birds have woken up all at once.  So many songs the air carries in its wings, so many melodies to enchant my soul!