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jetty beach

 

“Maybe get a blister on your little finger. Maybe get a blister on your thumb.”

As a result of my diligent efforts in the lily garden, I have a blister on my little finger. Ouch! I’m such a wimp. I’m putting the bed clearing on hold for it to heal. Besides, I have other chores to fill in and caught up with.

I had been planning a trip to the jetty to gather driftwood to frame the garden. It’s close enough to walk or cycle to, but the truck and assistance was necessary on this trip. I needed some fairly good size logs for the edging. I can’t pass up the smaller bits used in my projects either. I learned early on to always take a bag on beach walks and a pack on jetty trips. It’s a treasure trove. I’m always on the lookout for the root balls. Their uses are endless.

jetty hut2

The tourists were at work over the weekend building beach huts. There is always plenty of wood for them. Several were already falling down and fair game for driftwood pilfering. I never take apart standing forts, huts, and tepees. I know they wouldn’t last long, but I haven’t the heart to be the one to destroy someone else’s hard work. Some of them are quite impressive. I found a couple of empty blue bottles in one, but left them in the hopes someday they might be morphed into sea glass.

seal

It was a great day and productive excursion. I got all the driftwood I needed and generally had a good time. Life just doesn’t get better than this.

 

 

 

bad gov

Kakistocracy

Kleptocracy

Corporatocracy

Idiocracy

Plutocracy

Autocracy

Electrocracy

Nepotocracy

If you don’t know the meanings, you really should Google them.

big rainbow (2)


The picture doesn’t do her justice. What I could see were five distinct colors in a full arch that exceeded the width of the camera lens. It had been a glorious cloud-free day until late afternoon. She advanced in front of the cloud bank blowing in from the southeast across the bay. Her multicolored wings spread in a magnificent display of beauty only possible in nature.

 

A couple of months ago, her sister paid a visit as a spring storm retreated off shore out over the ocean. I don’t know if it’s just me or the wonderful place I live, but I’ve seen some of the most splendored skies since moving here. Rainbows so big they fill the entire sky are just one of the many marvels that just take my breath away.

 

Rainbow (2)

She comes in colors ev’rywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She comes in colors ev’rywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her dressed in blue?
See the sky in front of you
And her face is like a sail
Speck of white so fair and pale
Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors ev’rywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

Have you seen her all in gold?
Like a queen in days of old
She shoots colors all around
Like a sunset going down
Have you seen a lady fairer?

She comes in colors ev’rywhere
She combs her hair
She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors

She’s like a rainbow
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors
Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger

blowing dune grass.jpg

When the ocean quiets and the wind rustles gently through the dune grass, it whispers a promise of tranquility, sanctuary. Silence your body and mind or it will waft away leaving you oblivious. An offering oft sought but infrequently gifted. Not because it isn’t proffered, rather a fault of perception.

Sometimes you need to be still or the fragile moments will pass leaving you in an echo chamber of your own preoccupations. Pursue your dreams but never so blindly as to race past what you seek. Seldom is the prize found by bashing about or demanding what is supposed as due.

Consider that bestowed freely could be of greater value than that which must be wrestled from life. Those that shout and flail are rarely content with the subtle wonders all around them. There is wisdom in the old adage . . . “Stop and smell the flowers.”

In other words . . . Shut up for a minute and listen. Stop for a second and see what is in front of you. You might just have half a chance of finding what you’re looking for! Or maybe you might instead find what you need.

 

sunshiny

What a wonderful day it has been and it’s only half over! Some days are just like that.

My mum used to drive me crazy with her “hording.” Anytime I would try to get rid of something, she would cling to it saying, “You never know when you might need it.” I believe I must concede some truth to that. Now I’m not going to start saving every little thing like she did, but twice recently I have had need of things I had no legitimate reason to drag around the countryside like I have.

I have a great bedroom set that wouldn’t have been possible had I not “horded” a plethora of paint and stain from years of DIY projects. Today I finally used another item I’ve had no need of for something like 15 years, but somehow I still have it. “I’m sorry Mum for not getting it. I do now . . . to some degree. I miss you.”

Today, I made my very first ever composter. Yipe, old black thumb here is taking a shot at gardening. It was great fun . . . making the composter. I’ve been dragging a nasty old trash can around with me forever. It happens to have wheels making it ideal for repurposing. I got to use my cordless drill and put about a gazillion holes in the plastic can. I always enjoy using power tools. Go figure. I filled it with some paper waste, the bones of my long dead jasmine, the sod removed for planting the new lilies and the science experiments from my fridge. Finally, I secured the lid with bungee cords. Now all I have to do is roll it around on the ground once a week and it is claimed the resulting product will nourish my flowers for years to come. We’ll see.

compost

 

I was so excited with the composter that I cleared a good portion of turf from the designated garden area. More fonder for the composter. I can’t wait to have some nice compost to add to the soil! I know . . . patience.

dirt

Seriously . . . what a wild life I live! That was not the end of the day’s wonders though. I finished the final touch up on the master suite’s black doors. Man, these doors are taking forever. I probably should have primed them first, but it would take one coat of primer and two coats of enamel equally the same number of total coats of paint anyway. The Zen room is up next.

And last, but soooooooo not least . . .

blog lilies

My first lilies! AND there are nine more buds to bloom. I can hardly wait. All the plants are adapting well to their new home and several have buds, so this summer will be the prettiest my yard has been since I got here. It is most encouraging.

It’s going to be a bright, bright sun-shiny day.

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