Simple Things

Ever since I moved away from the city I always wanted to hang clothes outside.  I remember as a little girl reading in books or watching movies where the people in the stories hung their sheets and clothing  out to dry.  There is something therapeutic about it.  I love standing on my deck on a sunny warm day with a basket of wet clothes ready to hang out.
Even Rudy enjoys soaking up some of the sun while he watches me hang my sheets.  
There is something simple, ordinary, routine like that while doing the task, focusing on the wooden pins and placing the items on the line that takes your mind off of things you might want to take a break from.  
It is in the daily chores that I find peace at times.  The washing, the folding, hanging and putting away that absorbs the stress and calms my anxiety, worries, doubts.  
In a world that is so crazy I thank God for the ordinary daily jobs.


Last Of My Summer Tomatoes

This is the last of my tomatoes.  I must have fried at least 20 this summer.

My two little plants are looking very weak as if they are telling me, "no more!  I have no more strength to give you more."
I shall water her until she has dries up.  Thank  you dear plant for feeding my stomach with delicious fruit/veggies.  Until next time.


Change Is In The Air . . . Last of Summer Days

It's hard to believe that Summer is winding down to a close.  I felt like the last month of summer I spent in pain over my leg and back.  I can happily say that I am 95 percent better now.  Thanks for all the support and suggestions.  I have to say that the Painazol did work for me.  It tastes just like water, has no taste and I took two drop fulls a day.  I'm still taking it.  
I am home now, away from the beach.  I wasn't able to walk the boardwalk as many times as I usually do due to knee pain.  I did however visit the beach every day while I was there.  While there we did our usual routine.  

Breakfast out, everyday.  Loved it.  Our favorite place is Uncle Bills although we do love Zoes.  
We walked the Washington St Mall at night at times.  Or walked there from our home.

It's always fun to walk around and see all the people visiting.  
When I returned home to this. . . 
Hundreds of burnt leaves on the ground.  First sign of Autumn approaching.

My Garden's flowers are few, the hydrangeas had a terrible season, many are burnt or have lost color.  This is the only pretty angle left to photograph.

When Summer arrives I always automatically do two things, put up my half moon flag on my front porch and then put up the Badmitton net.  For me they have always signaled the beginning of the season.
Matt, Tim and I have played many games on this field.  I taught them how to play and now they beat me every time and joke about how terrible I am.  "Hey, who taught you this game?"
But now, the games are fewer and the times spent playing together are less.  When I look out at my net I know I will be taking it down soon.  Soon the green will be gone and white will cover the grounds.  The trees will be bear and the land will once again be silent, dormant.  My sons are older now.  Soon they will no longer be around and that makes me long for a time when my boys were small and needed me for everything.
As I look outside, even after my sons have grown and gone I shall forever see their images running in on the grass, waving at me to see them throw a curve ball or punt a football clear over the trees.  
I shall hear their laughter echoing through the trees and see their beautiful faces shinning in the sun.

My sons will forever be my first priority, my concern and worry, my joy and where I find peace.  
I was thinking about this as I noticed that the morning now are a bit chillier than they were a week ago and the evenings are growing cooler.  Everything changes and there are cycles in life that are constantly moving and shifting.  Winter changes into Spring and Summer into Fall.  Boys will be men and moms will go from being the most important in their lives to holding back opinions, or suggestions, and trying not to say the wrong thing so not to appear pushy.  Letting go is so difficult for me.  Letting go of Summer, letting go of people in our lives, letting go of our children as we watch them grow as an adult.  
So hear I hold on tightly to the last days of summer, as I hold on to my boys as long as I can.  


Victoria Has Arrived!

Okay so I found the bust I've been so looking for at Pottery Barn. (Of all places, it was right under my nose)  Thank you all my sweet friends in the Blogsphere who gave me such great comments, suggestions and ideas.  I feel very fortunate to have such positive people around me.

 So she arrived today.  She hardly weighs much and was 99 dollars for those of you who might be interested in doing a similar project or just having a lovely bust.  She is stunning.  I named her Victoria after my lovely and equally stunning editor and friend.
So I know I took a risk but I decided to paint her white.
I'm a very sloppy painter.

So by all means you definitely can try this at home.  If I could do it so can you.  I just used a regular semi gloss white.  Had to take 3 coats.

I love the result.  Victoria now resides in my newly painted dinning room.  She is lovely and looks very happy to be home.  


It's Myrtle Time

All the Myrtles are in bloom and the colors are spectacular.  I love how long they last.
I managed to pick some hydrangeas for my pitcher in the kitchen.  Normally my hydrangeas will last until November and I have a fresh batch to put in my pitcher once a week.  This year the heat tortured them and so many are burnt to a crisp.  I'm careful to leave blooms when I pick a few for my pitcher.  Don't want to take them so early.


Searching for the Perfect Bust!

Okay, I know what your thinking!  I'm not looking for an implant, I'm looking for a bust for my table with the new marble top.
I have spent quite some time going to some of my favorite little antique stops looking for a pretty feminine elegant bust to go on the table, preferably white.
I found this lovely one in a photo from Camas Market in Washington.
Isn't she lovely.  She is bust made like Jane Austen.  I would love to have her but I called and they didn't have her anymore.  I was willing to paint her white.  
I have to say I don't want to spend more than 150 so I'm going to have alot of searching to do.  I have looked all over the internet and everything is either too rough or masculine, or too expensive.  
On Sunday (despite my sciatic nerve flare up- it's been terrible) Rob and I went into Lambertville over the little Washington Crossings Bridge over the Delaware into a sweet little town in NJ where there is a great antiquing spot.

We always find so many great little gems here.  Well I didn't find a bust but I found her.
I thought she was so pretty in her lovely dress.  I hung her in my bedroom.
45 dollars.  Thought that was a great buy considering that the frame was in excellent condition.
I do like her above.  Found her on page 57 of my Ethan Allen Style book.  For those of you own this little treasured book, you know what I'm talking about.  Ethan Allen hasn't put out a book in a long time.  I was lucky to have aquired one from my friend Kc.  I can't tell you how much I have learned from that book.  
Anyway, I did love her.  She was more feminine than rough looking.  Funny she doesn't look like she's in any pain after something obviously bit her arm off.  I wonder if it was a shark bite?  Hmmmm.

Anywho, if anyone out there sees any pretty inexpensive busts let me know and if you don't mind giving me the store's info so that I can contact them.  I thought I'd try to find one through my 49 blogging friends.  Hey why not right?
I'll return the favor anytime.  
Peace and Love 

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