Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Things I Have Found Part 1

Since it continues to pour, I'm going to do a series on things I have found.

It seems every time I stick a trowel or shovel into the ground to plant something, out comes a marble.  I'm up to 31 now, more or less (some of them are broken or chipped).

  I just love them.  I love their colors and/or sparkle.
 I love the idea of kids playing with them all over the yard and in the woods.
  The white and black marble are irregular in shape, with less shine.  They might be "antique."

 Stay tuned for buttons, pottery shards, spoons and toys.

Monday, June 10, 2013

Garden Party!

Our weather has been crazy--freezing cold, then horribly humid, a drought, then an incredible deluge.  So it was a wonderful surprise to have an absolutely picture-perfect beautiful day for our garden party yesterday.

I set the table with all the rose-covered china I had, and used pastels and pink as a color them.  The napkins tied with silvery pink ribbons were a hit with my nephew.  I think he was being facetious, but I forgave him.  After all, I let him and his dog, Abbott, come, even though it was a girls-only event.

 On the menu:  Sonoma chicken salad, fruit salad, croissants from the neighborhood French bakery, lemonade, and sour cream coffeecake.

Here are some late-spring garden scenes.
 These pink peonies were so heavy only the old recycle bin could hold them up.
 I find these white peonies positively luminescent.
 These purple iris were a big hit with my sister-in-law.


 As much as I love color everywhere, white in the garden is spectacular.
 These last few pictures make the back yard look like it's in the middle of a secluded woodland instead of a suburb.

While it's been a good year for blossoms, the rain pelted my iris, peonies, azaleas and roses.  In fact some iris and peonies lost their color due to all the rain.

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Gifts from the Squirrel

Mr. Squirrel has bestowed upon me four beautiful red tulips and an allium.  They're such a surprise come spring.  I particularly am enjoying the allium because I've always wanted one but was too cheap to spend the money for one single flower.

Isn't this beautiful?


I do take umbrage, however, with his garden planning.  When I planted Dutch iris in the front bed one particularly warm winter, he dug them up and put them in the back yard under the Japanese maple.  I transplanted them all but he managed to take some and spread them throughout the neighborhood.

Memorial Day 2013

Small-town celebrations are what America is all about.  We went to two parades to see my nephew marching.  Such fun!  The minister giving the benediction quoted two parts of Psalm 144:

Praise be to the Lord my Rock,
who trains my hands for war,
my fingers for battle.
He is my loving God and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.

O Lord, what is man that you care for him,
the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath;
his days are like a fleeting shadow.

Part your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
touch the mountains, so that they smoke.
Send forth lightning and scatter the enemies;
shoot your arrows and rout them.
Reach down your hand from on high;
deliver me and rescue me
from the might waters,
from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
whose right hands are deceitful.

I will sing a new song to you, O God;
on the ten-stringed lyre I will make music to you,
to the One who gives victory to kings,
who delivers his servant David from the deadly sword.

Deliver me and rescue me from the hands of foreigners
whose mouths are full of lies,
whose right hands are deceitful.

Then our sons in their youth
will be like well-nurtured plants,
and our daughters will be like pillars
carved to adorn a palace.
Our barns will be filled
with every kind of provision.
Our sheep will increase by thousands,
by tens of thousands in our fields;
our oxen will draw heavy loads.
There will be no breaching of walls,
no going into captivity,
no cry of distress in our streets.

Blessed are the people of whom this is true;
blessed are the people whose God is the Lord.

My favorite Boy Scout, carrying the American flag.


I tried to capture the skydiver.  There's a program
nearby at a little airport.  Look dead center.
The marching band was excellent, even though my nephew
is no longer conductor.
My father was a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army Reserves.  My brother was a Green Beret medic.  My oldest brother was an officer in the Army for many years and now teaches R.O.T.C.  One of my regrets was not having joined the Army Reserves in college.  I was  blessed to have a very patriotic father who could recite just about every battle in every war.  He read the history of the world, but especially U.S. history, all the time.  I am so very grateful for the sacrifices of our veterans, who pledge their lives to us, strangers to them, for freedom.  It is a big sacrifice.  My brother and his family had to move every two years and were restricted in many ways.  It was especially difficult because my oldest nephew is severely handicapped.  We are grateful for the good care he received at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington D.C. when he was a very ill infant.
Love the bagpipes!  I hear them practicing at the Elks Club near me.
I always enjoyed visiting him when he was stationed at the White House.  It's an exciting city but not good for a family.  The army base was right in the middle of a very sketchy area.  But he got good gigs working at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the White House and for the Department of Defense.