Tuesday, May 31, 2011
And now...back to our regularly scheduled programming....
It's a hot and humid morning here at Honeysuckle Hill. 73 degrees already at 7 AM and gonna climb to the mid 90's before it's all over. This is a picture of one section of the honeysuckle that climbs the fences on the front and sides of the house and driveway. It is absolutely lush this year, and the smell knocks your senses for a loop every time you walk out the front door. I adore honeysuckle...it's one of my all-time favorite flowers and I don't care--no, I LOVE!!-- how invasive it is. I'm thinking seriously of transplanting some up onto my front porch rails. We already have bees all over anyway...and in a year or two, I would have a front porch rail covered in vines and flowers. They are pretty evergreen too, so it would be nice in winter.
The pickup truck is back in the shop this morning. And now my little car needs a new battery. The light keeps coming opn, randomly. I'm agonna take it down to Auto Zone and have them test it. It's at least 4 years old and I'm not sure what the life of a car battery is these days, but I'm guessing it's as short as everything else.
Am I just getting old?
It seems like nothing lasts anymore. Has the world of manufacturing forgotten how to make things that are not disposable?? Or am I just a naive idiot?? I am stuck in a warp of thinking that when I buy something, that should be it. It should live as long as I do. (Which is really scary, if you think about it). lol I have always been like this. I guess I need to get over that, huh?
I need to get out and finish mulching in the garden. Bales of straw are up to 5 bucks apiece this year...it's like mulching with gold. I cannot believe how fast this garden is growing ...is that my age again?? lol It all looks beautiful, I'll say that for sure. I already have a golf ball sized tomato on one plant...one that I missed, I guess, as I pull the flowers off them the first month or so, until the plants are bigger and well established. It's so cute, I can't bear the thought of pulling it off, so I'll leave it be.
The chickens are laying well and happy, although it stinks over there from all the rain mixed with chicken poop mixed with grains laying about out in the run. The inside coop smells sweet from the fresh straw...whoever thought I would like that smell so much? And the smell early this morning when I was out feeding the girls and the humidity and the dew and the drifting honeysuckle smells nearly made me delirious.
Reading Ms Moon this morning, I am reminded about how much my world has shifted these past few years. As I enter an older and wiser stage of this existence. As I leap from the uncertainty of youth to the resigned uncertainty of old age. As I find the joy and yes, Ms Moon, the kindness, of the life I have carved out for myself, I know deep down that truly, in the end, it will all be okay. And if it's not okay, it's not the end.
Now. Get back to your regular week...it's Tuesday for crying out loud....
Namaste.
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4 comments:
Isn't it amazing how much our sense of smell can change our outlook on life? The smells of flowers mixed with fresh hay... I can almost imagine them from your description!
I love honeysuckle too. Yours looks white, I've only seen orange, I call it a flaming orange.
I'm in the older and wiser stage, the old comes easy, the wise - not so much! : )
Life keeps us on our toes. It will work out, as you say.
Everything costs more and in some cases we get less.
Have yourself a fine week. You will be busy.
:) Honeysuckle is so awesome! I love confederate jasmine too.
I also love the descriptions of your little corner of paradise :)
Djan, the humidity has been off the charts here too...so some of the smells seem to permeate your soul!
Magnolia-where are you? We have a white and a dark cream colored honeysuckle here. Both are extremely aromatic.
Jess, I am not sure I know confederate jasmine, but in northern California I lived in a house that had the front porch framed in star jasmine, and it was heavenly!
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