Category Archives: Days at Home

Break Time!

During the next two-to-three weeks, my blog posts will be sporadic…or maybe just non-existent.

Motor Man and I are coming up on a busy time: preparing for and hosting my family reunion,

a couple of boat races,

and perhaps a little “adventure” or two.

With life being so hectic right now, I think it will be easier to just put the blog on hold for a little while.

So, stay cool, enjoy your summer, and I’ll be back soon with, hopefully, some interesting blog material!

~These Days Of Mine~

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Nature Is Home

Today, I’m sharing a few recent pictures from around our yard.

I had company a few days ago as I was enjoying an early morning walk.

Gotta love that golden hour glow.

Look into my eyes and repeat after me: “I will NOT eat your flowers”.

Although it seems a bit late in the season, we have ducklings!  Earlier in the week, this Mama Duck came for a visit, quacking loudly and showing off her little ones. It was difficult to count them, because they were all huddled under her. I believe there were seven.

The following day, there were three.  I may be falsely accusing, but I believe the osprey that have a nest at the end of the marina may be to blame. I hope those three babies can survive.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
― Gary Snyder

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

The Little Yellow Bench

Some time ago (perhaps a couple of years or more?),  I saw, in front of a nearby antique shop, a little faded yellow wooden bench. I don’t recall the details of that day, but either the shop was closed right then, or I didn’t have time to stop. But I called within the next day or two to ask about the bench.

And was told that it had just been sold. Yes, I was disappointed.

A few days later,  on my way to Marshall’s house, I spotted, in the yard of one of his neighbors….. the little yellow bench. Sigh.

Every time I was in the area, I’d look over at that little bench.  Sometimes it was in the front yard, then in the side yard. Sometimes it would be turned over from the wind. But each time I’d pass by that house, I’d look  for the little yellow bench.

About a month or so ago, as I rode by, I thought the bench was missing. But then, I spotted it: “dumped” upside down in an overgrown area near the house. (Let me just say that the homeowners don’t keep the tidiest yard.)  I decided then that, should  I ever see one of them outside, I would stop and ask if they’d like to sell the little yellow bench.

Friday afternoon, Motor Man and I were in the area, and there were two people standing in the front yard, chatting.  We stopped, and learned that it was the homeowner and his neighbor. I asked if he would like to sell the little yellow bench.

He said that I probably didn’t want it; that it had some issues, it was a little wobbly, etc. So he dragged it out of the flowerbed, pulling up weeds and vines along with it.  I asked what he’d take for it, and he said he’d give us $10 to take it away.  I offered to give him $20 for it, but he refused, and helped us load it in our truck.

Poor little dirty yellow bench.

You don’t know how long I’ve had my eye on you.

So the next day, I gave it a gentle bath, decided to angle it differently on our deck, and added a little throw pillow. The next step is to protect it with a clear finish to prevent further damage from the elements.

She’s definitely looking better than when she was  upside down in an overgrown patch.  And I’m definitely happy to have finally brought home that little yellow bench.

(And now that I’ve written this entire post about the little yellow bench, I’m thinking it’s actually more of a love seat.…)

~These Days Of Mine~

 

 

 

 

When You Can’t Go Back To Sleep

Saturday night, Motor Man and I went to our local race track. (Yes, my two days’ post-op husband. And he made out just fine.) It was just after 11 pm when we got home. But race nights usually include several phone calls to and from our engine customers and/or other engine builders once we get home, so it was nearly midnight when all was said and done.

Then I had a difficult time falling asleep, so add another 30 minutes or so to that. At 4:30 yesterday morning, I was awake and unable to go back to sleep. So, finally around 5:45, I just got up and began my day.

As I opened the living room curtains, I realized waking up (and getting up) early isn’t so bad.

I was actually glad I hadn’t gone back to sleep.

After being greeted by a scene like this,

I certainly wasn’t going to complain.

Sometimes sleep is a little over-rated anyway.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Random Five Friday

It’s been a while since I’ve shared random thoughts, so today seems a good day for that:

1.) Last Sunday, we celebrated Marshall’s birthday as we usually do: at The Olde Chickahominy House restaurant in Williamsburg.  If you’re ever in the area, the food is great, and the staff is so friendly.

2.)  An x-rated performance by one of our resident bird seed thieves squirrels. What a view from our kitchen window….

3.) One of this year’s babies, checking out the buffet. The love-hate relationship continues. I love how beautiful they are (just look at that sweet face), but hate that they destroy some of my plants. (The purple bloom in the foreground is a butterfly bush, which they ignore.)

4.) Speaking of deer, I’ve put netting over my gladioli to protect them. It’s worked up to a point, but, recently, when I checked, I saw they had pulled the netting off one of the plants and eaten the buds.  I have managed to salvage a few blooms. Glads are among my favorite plants, and apparently, the deer feel the same way.

5.) And last, but not least, Motor Man had surgery yesterday for a hernia that’s been causing him pain for the past three months.  It was outpatient, and he’s doing very well. We’re thankful that’s behind him, and he can begin the recovery. Oh, and I found a little something for him in the hospital gift shop. He named him “Herbie”.

Enjoy the weekend!

~These Days Of Mine~

Sadly, Our Turn

Friday afternoon, Motor Man and I left town for an overnight trip.

I checked my Facebook a little before 5 and saw that my friend in Virginia Beach had posted about an active shooter in Virginia Beach. That was the first I heard of the tragedy.

That friend retired from City Hall a few years ago, and first reports were that that’s where the shooting took place. We later learned that it was another building within that complex.  But when all this began, my friend was concerned for relatives of hers that worked there. I’m relieved for her that her family members weren’t among the victims.

My son, Marshall, was also texting me as he learned more about the number of fatalities and injuries. In the end, 12 people had died, and four now remain in critical condition. The suspect was also killed.

It was our area’s turn. Our turn for worldwide news footage of law enforcement personnel running into a building, and innocent civilians being rushed out with their hands on their heads. Our turn to see ambulances en-route to medical facilities. Our turn for solemn-faced city officials holding press conferences. Our turn for prayer vigils and memorials.

The city of Virginia Beach is about a 45 minute drive from us. “As the crow flies”, it’s perhaps 30 miles.  We have several friends who call Virginia Beach home.

But, when something like this happens in your home state, it’s almost as though it happens in your home TOWN.

 

We can’t begin to imagine the feelings of all those affected by this: the families, friends and co-workers of the victims,  the law enforcement officers involved, the paramedics, the city officials, the suspect’s family…..

After every horrible event like this,  we hear: “What can we do to stop things like this from happening?”.

Personally, I really don’t know that there’s anything that can be done to stop it.

I believe that task will take much ‘larger’ hands than ours.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Me And Mrs…..Mrs. Wren

We got a thing goin’ on

My favorite hanging plants for our front porch are ivy-leaf geraniums.

Not long after I purchased these and put them in place a few weeks ago, I disturbed a tiny bird one day when I took this one down to water it.

And, boy, did I get a scolding. From Mrs. Wren.

I have attempted to water the plant from the opposite side as her nest, but I always seem to forget which side she has occupied. (Note to self: mark the flowerpot.)

So while I had the plant off the hanger (and Mrs. Wren was a few feet away, giving me “what for”), I snapped a quick picture. It isn’t very good, but there appear to be several tiny eggs in her little cylindrical nest.

So… although I didn’t spend nearly $30 for a plant for Mrs. Wren’s summer home,  I’m going to do everything possible in the future to keep from disturbing her.

~These Days Of Mine~