One Word Wednesday: Soon


~These Days Of Mine~



A Bittersweet Smile

My friends and family, as well as my readers who’ve been following my blog for a while, will remember my cousin, Lona. She and I were first cousins, born six weeks apart and grew up as close as sisters.

Lona spent the last couple of years of her life at a nearby convalescent center. Our mutual friend since childhood, Janet, and I visited her often. Her visitors frequently brought cards and little gifts to cheer her.

This was one of those cheerful gifts that I’m sure Janet also remembers.  Just a simple little (probably dollar store) solar dancing flower to bring a smile to her face. In fact, during her time there, she received two of them.

And when she was gone, I asked her brother if I could keep one.  It’s a reminder of all the visits we had where those little dancing flowers made us smile.

Lona passed away 6 1/2 years ago today (I realized that when I was scheduling this post).

And her little flower is still dancing.

And still making me smile.

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetic Thursday: The Champ

It’s time again for Poetic Thursday with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.  Each week, Pam gives us a photo  for inspiration for the following week’s poem. Here is this week’s picture:

And this is my poem:

The Champ

I think cranberries are going to come out of my eyes;
I can’t believe I ate all those pies!

Who knew cranberries had so much juice?
I tried to be careful, but it was no use.

Have you ever seen such a big mess?
This is going to put Mom’s washer to the test.

Yes, I look pretty smug with that silly smile,
but, please! No more cranberries for me for a while.

That was a fun picture to write about.  See you next week for another attempt at poetry.

~These Days Of Mine~

One Word Wednesday: Remembering


Donnie McGuriman, April 17, 1910 – May 5, 1995

Grace Keen, August 29, 1926 – February 7, 2018

~These Days Of Mine~



My Gypsy Garden

As you know, if you’ve followed my blog for any length of time, we live in a ‘wild kingdom’ of sorts: rabbits, squirrels, deer, heron, osprey, turtles, birds…did I leave out anyone?? Oh, and raccoons.

For years, I’ve had a love-hate relationship with the deer.  They are beautiful, and I could never, ever harm one. But it’s so discouraging to find the remains of a plant that was a late night deer snack.

Last year, I was searching on Pinterest for fence options with every intent on having some sort of fence installed by this spring. I happened upon a suggestion to string fishing line around the area you’re trying to keep off premises to deer.  The thought is that they can’t see the line, and when it touches them, they’re frightened and don’t attempt to enter that area.

Before you wonder about them being harmed by trying to cross the fishing line, please note that this line would easily pull up the stakes to which it’s attached  if any weight were to be put on it (or against it). And the areas where I use it aren’t ones where the deer would be running and get caught in it.

So, that being said, welcome to my ‘gypsy garden’, where you’ll find all sorts of gadgets, stakes, etc., to which I attach the fishing line.

This is an area where I wanted to plant a thunbergia (black-eyed Susan vine), which, evidently, is deer candy (or perhaps French Fries).  I planted it in front of that black trellis, and I also placed a pot of red Gerbera Daisies at the base of the tree. Deer also love those plants. The old coffeepot stake serves as one of the anchors for the fishing line.

This next area is beside our deck.  The fishing line here is protecting my garden phlox and some primrose.  In the past,  as soon as they were a few inches tall, the deer mowed them to the ground. The phlox (dark green foliage to the left behind the old washtub) still has a cage around it that I used to protect it last year. (Thank you, Motor Man, for building those cages.)  I can probably remove that now that the fishing line fence is in place.  The blue butterfly solar light stake is being used to anchor this end of  the fishing line. Mr and Mrs. Duck wanted to be in the picture, too corn.

One end of the fishing line in this next area is attached to this old, rusty butterfly stake and the other to that old primitive white chair. The fence is protecting the gladioli in the background. However, there will be a problem when the glads to the front of the bed start blooming. The deer will be able to just munch on them over the ‘fence’. I may have to come up with another plan before then, because I do love glads.


This kitty’s expression could be interpreted as: “Whoa! Do you think you have enough fishing line strung, lady?”.  (Good thing I’ve been collecting those decorative garden stakes for years.)

In another area near our deck, the fishing line has done a great job of protecting my hydrangea AND a yellow climbing rose bush (back right corner). I’ve probably had that bush for 15 years, but it’s been several years since the deer have allowed it to produce any foliage,  much less bloom. It’s doing great this year, thanks to that fishing line. The deer completely ignore the irises, the fragrance being too strong for the deer. (If only all flowers had that sweet ‘perfume’.)

And deer aren’t the only critters we’re trying to keep ‘at bay’.

Up until a couple of weeks ago, every morning, we were finding our bird feeders on the ground, and the shepherds’ hooks they were hanging on bent or badly leaning. We thought, to do that much damage, the culprit  must be deer. But we wondered how they could get past the fishing line without breaking it. So we invested in a trail camera, and the very first night caught several images similar to this:

Now…. if only a fishing line fence could keep out the raccoons. Since that isn’t an option, we just bring in the feeders every night and put them back out in the morning. Problem solved.

We now have bluebirds nesting in one of the hanging geraniums on the front porch.  Many Facebook friends have warned me to be on the lookout for snakes attacking the nest. A Google search shows that, apparently hopefully, a slinky over the chain (or pole/post) will prevent that. I sure do hope so.

Do you have a ‘gypsy garden’? How to you deter critters from your flowerbeds,  bird feeders and/or nests?

~These Days Of Mine~


Poetic Thursday: The Contest

Welcome to the last Thursday in April. Today, I’m joining Pam and her boys, Angel Sammy and Teddy, at Two Spoiled Cats as I do every week for Poetic Thursday.

This is the photo Pam gave us for this week’s inspiration:

And here’s my poem:


“Step right up, ladies and gents:
here are today’s contestants.”

Trophies were given, we don’t know for what.
But don’t those swimsuits look awfully hot?

If those gals caught a glimpse of today’s swimwear,
they’d fall victim to the vapors, I do declare.

~These Days Of  Mine~

One Word Wednesday: Quarantine


~These Days Of Mine~