Monthly Archives: May 2018

Wild Horses By The Atlantic

You may recall that, a couple of years ago, Motor Man and I randomly met a sweet couple  (Renee and Mike) from Ohio on the beach at Carova. Renee was taking pictures of the horses, and….so was I (imagine that).  We “hit it off” and became Facebook friends.  They return to the Outer Banks once or twice yearly, and we drive down to spend some time with them while they’re in the area.

From my blog posts, you already know that Carova is a magical place for me. Renee feels the same way. Last week, they were at the beach on vacation, so Motor Man and I spent last Tuesday with them.

It was The. Perfect. Day. on the beach. The wind was from the west, which meant the flies were annoying the horses (not a good thing), but that also brings the horses to the water’s edge seeking relief. We lost count of how many horses we actually saw, but we’re guessing  70+.

When you have that many harems in one location, there are going to be “dust-ups” among the stallions. Although one of those looked pretty serious, thankfully neither horse seemed to be injured.

There was action everywhere; too much for Renee and I to capture with our cameras, although we certainly tried.

This won’t be the smoothest video you’ve ever watched, but I didn’t edit it. I thought those of you who’ve never been to the area would enjoy seeing not only the horses by the ocean, but also them running up on the dunes. I caught a couple of encounters among the stallions in this, including one kicking up his heels down by the water around the 30-second mark. (There is sound, but depending on your browser, that may not work. For me, it works through Edge, but not AOL.)

Motor Man and I didn’t think to take our tripod, so we asked a stranger to take a couple of pictures of us.

Hmmm….these two look a little guilty about something.

Mike and Renee are so much fun; we always enjoy our visits with them. After our amazing time on the beach, they treated us to lunch before we headed back home.

We’re already looking forward to their next visit, and can only hope the horses are as plentiful then as they were this time.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Around The Yard This Week

Today, I’m sharing some recent photos taken in our yard.

Yes, they leave a horrible mess, but there seems no way to get rid of them persuade them to go elsewhere. So it’s only fair that Canada geese would occasionally provide a photo op. At last count, we had several couples with many, many babies, who are growing by leaps and bounds. If they all return to the place of their birth, we are in serious trouble in years to come.

We have seen so many turtles in the past few days, including this biggie in one of our flowerbeds.

I thought she may have been laying eggs, but she walked away, leaving this hole uncovered.  Perhaps some of you turtle experts can advise?

Recently, I glanced out the kitchen window (thus the poor quality photo) and caught glimpse of this VERY unwelcome visitor. I had always thought the birds were protected by the tree branches while they were at the feeders. Thankfully, this has been the only time I’ve seen that hawk.  Hopefully, all the racket I made when I opened the door scared him away permanently.  (Wishful thinking, I’m sure.)

Are you familiar with Carolina Sweet Shrub?  Years ago, Marshall’s paternal grandmother had one at her front porch. I always admired it, but never was able to grow it from the cuttings she’d give me. Finally, I’ve had success.  Those dark red “blooms” have a very sweet aroma if you crush them between your fingers.

A few weeks ago, I noticed that my garden phlox foliage was visible.  Normally the deer devour them right away, but this year, I rigged up a “blockade” with stakes and netting.

AND…that has paid off.  Well, I have flowers blooming, but they aren’t phlox. I posted this picture yesterday on FB, asking for help identifying the yellow plant.  My schoolmate (and birthday twin), Marilyn, came through for me and said it’s a primrose. I don’t recall planting THAT, but what a beautiful surprise. Now, hopefully, the plants on the left are my phlox.  And my netting is at top capacity, so if this foliage grows any taller, I will have to revamp my blockade.

And, after what seems like WEEKS of rainy weather, the sun came out late Saturday and treated us to a beautiful sunset.

What’s happening in YOUR yard?

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Random Five Friday

Closing out the week with some randomness:

1.) Motor Man and I took a quick day trip to the Carova area of the Outer Banks earlier this week.  We actually lost count of how many horses we saw ON. THE. BEACH. The flies were bothersome, and when that happens, the horses head to the water’s edge for relief.  And because so many harems were in the same location, there was lots of action among the stallions.

2.) For the past few weeks, I’ve been fighting what I thought was tendonitis in my foot. An urgent care visit last week, along with a week’s regimen of prednisone, icing, and compressing provided no relief. So yesterday, I saw my podiatrist. After an x-ray, which showed no fractures, he diagnosed severe inflammation. An ouchie cortisone shot followed, and now I’m in a surgical boot until there’s some relief.  But….the squirrel bird feeders were empty, so… (And, yes, Motor Man would gladly have filled them for me, but I’m a bit on the stubborn side.)

3.) It seems I now have a pet crow.  He sits on this almost-too-small perch and caws at me while I’m in the yard.

4.) I thought this was an interesting shot.  As you may recall reading here before, Gypsy loves playing in her water bowl.  I’m not sure the reason why. Earlier this week, she jumped up in my lap immediately after some water-play. You just gotta love the durability of denim.

5.) This Sunday is our annual memorial day service at the “Old Brick Church” Cemetery in Bacon’s Castle. It’s a tradition that began LONG before my time. Weather permitting, the service is held outside near the ruins of the old church c. 1639. At this time, it’s looking as though, this year, we’ll be having it inside at a nearby church.

Enjoy your weekend!

~These Days Of Mine~

Poison: The “Cure” For What Ailed You

For my Facebook friends, this is a bit of a repeat of a post I shared over the weekend, but with more information.

Saturday, I bought this tiny (about 6 1/2″ tall) lamp at our local monthly Pickers Market.

The vendor mentioned to me that I may have “gotten a real bargain”; she hadn’t taken time to research this item.

There were some markings, which made that chore a little easier.  A quick search when I got home showed these available on Ebay from $19.99 to $120.00. We were heading to a race later that day, so my dear friend, Pam (Two Spoiled Cats), took the time to find and send more information to me.

This is a “Vapo-Cresolene” lamp, which, years ago, was thought to kill germs and help ease the discomforts of all sorts of breathing problems, as well as measles and diptheria.  The customer put Kerosene in the lamp, then Cresolene in the removable cup at the top of the lamp and lit the tiny wick located just below the white chimney.

I’m guessing that this little lamp was made sometime in the late 1800’s. It’s amazing to me that all the parts are still there, especially the removable cup at the top and the white globe, since they aren’t attached.

Of course, we now know that the Cresolene, as well as this little lamp, although certainly adorable, probably had no effect on those diseases it was thought to cure.

There’s much more information available here in the link that Pam sent me; it’s well worth a few minutes to read. Marshall had also done some quick research and found the picture of the cresolene medicine bottle, also shown in the article, which is clearly labeled “POISON”.

Some of you know my Motor Man and his quick, dry sense of humor. He’s been battling allergies the past few weeks, which included an insistent cough. Last weekend, when I read him the info about the cresolene lamp, he said: “Well, fire that sucker up. I need it!”  He’s much improved since that time; perhaps just having the lamp in the house, even unlit, was all that was necessary.

I doubt these little lamps are rare, but just for the fun of having it, I think I definitely scored a bargain for $5.00.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

Impossible To Imagine

My late sister, Rose, would have been eighty years old today.

Rose was 18, I was 3

When we’ve lost someone at a young age, whether it’s a family member, a celebrity (Elvis) or a politician (JFK), and then decades pass by, it’s impossible to imagine them the age they would be now.

Her wedding day. She was 19

The year prior to her death, Rose “celebrated” her 30th birthday. She was one of those who DREADED turning 30. It was such a huge deal to her.  But, after her death, I was struck by this fact: she hated turning 30…..but she never made it to 31. 

A cousin’s wedding. She was 24, I was 9

So, among all the bittersweet memories brought about by Rose’s tragic, untimely death, one thing I took from it was to never anguish over another birthday milestone.

Rose and me, late 60’s. She was nearing 30

Happy Birthday, Rose. As vivacious and full of life as you were, I know you would still be that way at 80.  I so wish you’d had the opportunity to celebrate more milestone birthdays.

Probably the last photo taken of Rose, just 9 days before her death. To read the story, click on the picture

Do not regret growing older; it is a privilege denied to many.” (Unknown)

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Random Five Friday

As they all seem to do, this week has flown by, and it’s time again for five randoms.

1.) Last weekend, my friend, Donna, and I celebrated Cinco De Mayo while atttending our local Vintage Market. We had a great time, got lots of comments on our sombreros and found a few neat items at the market. Afterward, a visit to a couple of shops on our Main Street and lunch.

2.) In our travels, we passed by this alpaca farm, and had to stop for pictures. We thought the field of buttercups made for an especially nice photo op.

3.) Late yesterday afternoon, a strong storm moved through our area. This is a column of rain off to our west right around the time of sunset.

4.) And the storm snapped a tree in our yard. So thankful it didn’t damage our house or our neighbors’.

5.) Motor Man and I plan to attend a funeral this afternoon for a hometown girl who was just a few years older than me. My mom babysat her boys when they were toddlers (back in the mid-late 1960’s). I have many fond memories of those days when I was a teenager and helped my mom entertain those little curly-haired boys. My heart is heavy for them as they grieve the loss of their mom, especially sad so close to Mothers Day.

And speaking of Mothers Day, Sunday will be an emotional day for many: those whose mothers have passed on (recently for Motor Man’s family, as well as Marshall’s father’s family), those who wanted to become mothers but didn’t for various reasons,  those who didn’t have loving mothers, those mothers who have lost children,.  If you fall into one of those categories, I wish you the strength to get through the day. For those of you who still have your mom and/or your own children to help you celebrate, enjoy your day.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

’round Sunset

If we’re home ’round the time of sunset, and the weather is nice, there’s a pretty good chance that I’m outside.

Such was the case Monday evening. The day had been cool, damp and drizzly, but the sky cleared shortly before sunset. As Mom would say: “The sun came out in time to set”.

I took this picture with my cell phone and sent it to Marshall with a note that it was shaping up to be a pretty sunset.

But, then, as so often happens, the clouds stole the sunset.

However, the reflections were still rather impressive.

And one of the resident goose families paddled by while  I watched the sunset.

Swimming off into the sunset….to return the next morning.

“round sunset sure is a pretty time of day.

~These Days Of Mine~