Someone told me that the way you show your lover what she/he means to you changes as you get older. When we are young, this person said, we tend to do the grand, showy things for love. Flowers, hearts, chocolates and all that. As we get older, this person assured me that we tend to find other ways, more subtle ways to make those same declarations.
And I’m going with that. Because a few years ago I would have never cleaned fresh eel for Beloved and considered it a sign of love and affection. Given his age, I’m sure he will also see this as a huge gesture of love. If he doesn’t, I will have to educate him otherwise. Probably with an eel up the side of his head!
Not only is Beloved a better cook, but he is the one who does the things like cleaning eels. Except he wasn’t home and a friend brought in fresh eels. I don’t even eat eels, but Beloved loves eel pie. Prior to him in my life I had no idea that this was a thing. Now I won’t make the eel pie because I don’t know how. But I’ve cleaned his eels and they are awaiting his return home. As are the heads and insides of said eels. Because surely that all screams out how much I love him. Okay so maybe it also screams out how much I’m done with the eels. Oh well. It’s the thought that counts right? Right?
The four-footed one decided we needed flowers in the house today. I’m not sure how she came to that conclusion, or how she figured out which ones to bring in the house. All I know is that today, I had flowers, from my neighbor’s garden no less left on the floor in the house.
Muddy paw prints did not help the four-footed one hide either. They showed her exact path to hiding under the bed in the guest room. The floor, by the way, is a light, off-white colored carpet. Now adorned with dancing, muddy paw prints going into the room, around the far side of the bed, to the other side of the bed and back to the far side before disappearing under the bed.
Now when she carried out this act of giving away something that wasn’t hers to share is beyond me. All I know is that one minute she was outside enjoying herself and the next minute I had come into a series of red flowers on the porch, the mud room, the kitchen floor and one sad one all by itself in the hallway. And tiny little, dirty, paw prints gave away who the secret flower giver was.
A chat with my neighbor, more an apology from me to my neighbor, gave me some insight into how my four-footed one managed to carry out the feat as she never left my yard. Instead she apparently dug under a low spot in the fence to dig up/out the flowers. My neighbor only noticed the missing flowers because she had been planning to go out and cut them off later on. She noticed that there was a larger hole under one spot in the fence. Some paw prints near the hole.
The rest is pretty much history. The mud will be removed from the carpet, the flowers have been given back to my neighbor as she wanted to press them and thought they’d still be in good shape for that. As for the four-footed one, she is proud of herself!
While walking the four-footed one lately I have found myself noticing all the beautiful colors gracing our walk. Flowers are happily competing with each other in riots of color and perfume with no shame or hesitation.
The four-footed one has not allowed the flowers to go unnoticed, any within her reach are thoroughly sniffed. She doesn’t seem to mind getting pollen on her either, unless it makes her sneeze. Sneezing is not her favorite thing to do, yet it doesn’t deter her from smelling the flowers.
I’ve also noticed a sudden crop of tree-houses popping up in rapid succession. I adore tree-houses, and these ones are luxury model tree-houses. Some of them appear to be mini-versions of various houses in the area. A few have porches and decks!
Growing up I can’t recall any tree-houses having porches or decks. Most had hastily tacked ladders to the tree and none of the ones I knew of were weather-proof. The tree-houses of my childhood are a far cry for one I saw tonight. This treehouse was sparkling white with blue shutters, a porch, a deck and a tin roof.
I may need a treehouse something along the lines of the one I just described. Or the one I saw the other day that was done like a red barn. For th record I never had a treehouse as a child. My father didn’t see a need for a treehouse ruining his trees and my mother was not a fan of trees or heights. Perhaps now it’s time to treat myself to one, provided I can find a tree that supports my needs!
UI received the most beautiful flower bouquet today. No special occasion, mom special reason. Well other than that a few friends attended a workshop on how to arrange flowers. I was supposed to attend the workshop, but due to lupus I had to cancel, thankfully one of my friends was able to make use of my ticket. In return she sent over the arrangement she had created.
The workshop was supposed to teach you how to create effortless and beautiful looking arrangements, both in vases and hand tied. The bouquet that arrived at my house was a beautiful riot of colour and perfume, tied up in a delicate pale lavender ribbon.
Based on my lovely gift, the worship completely delivered all it promised. And based on my friend’s phone call to thank me for thinking of her and offering her my ticket Id say she has completely run with the lessons!
She phoned me in between cutting flowers from her yard to create arrangements for both her mother and mother-in-law. And she had made plans with the other friends who attended the workshop to go flower shopping tomorrow so they could create some more arrangements to take to some seniors homes. (She told me that they hoped I’d come with them and learn from them. If I’m not well enough or have enough energy for the full deal, they’d stop by after picking up the flowers so I could still learn or just spend time with them while they make the arrangements.)
Beloved is currently collecting a count of the flowers we have so he can cut some tomorrow for arrangement lessons. He wasn’t able to sign up for the workshop and couldn’t use my ticket today because he was with me, but perhaps tomorrow he will have a chance to learn. I bet the smell of the bouquets the ladies make tomorrow will smell especially sweet and heavenly the way mine does. Not because of the flowers used, although that helps, rather because the simple gesture of care and surprise that goes into making something for someone when s/he doesn’t expect anything.
While sitting in the garden trying to feel somewhat rested after a long, sleepless night, I managed to enjoy some of the glorious perfume from the flowers all around. A light breeze picked up the lovely scent of the neighbor’s lilacs and then when the breeze shifted I was treated to the smell from a different neighbor’s flowering shrubbery.
My four-footed companion had decided that since we were sitting in the shade with all the flowers which is isn’t supposed to walk in or chew upon, the best plan was to catch up on her missing sleep. She’s a light sleeper so at the best of times she’s up on and off throughout the night, with me up in pain and feeling unwell she got no sleep and was going to take full advantage of every opportunity she could to catch up. Given that she also wasn’t going to leave my side this meant sleeping in the garden right near my feet.
I noticed that the lawn needed cut and tidied up. I also took in how the winds had blown petals and not what into all the little crevices and corners, something that in the past I’d make quick work of with a proper sweeping. But today I could only take in the sights and make a mental note which I hoped would stick in my memory until I felt I could get around to taking care of everything.
One of my new neighbor’s commented on how it just be nice to just have a lazy day and ignore the yard work. Now we all like relaxed days once and awhile. When the weather is good and there is no schedule to keep who wants to be faced with list that never seem seems to end of chores that need completing?
I suppose I could have explained my situation to this neighbor but the truth is I didn’t feel like having a discussion about how my health had limited the amount of energy I have. I could have come out and told this person I have an invisible illness, or even said I had lupus, but I was too tired for all of that. So I simply said that now and then it’s nice to just enjoy things as nature presents them to you. Nature brings us all sorts of gifts and too often I am to our use to notice or feel I need to perfect that which nature has provided for me. I forget that not everything needs to be neat and tidy. I guess if you were to ask I’d tell you it is one of the lessons lupus has taught me and continues to remind me…take time just enjoy the sights and smell so a they are provided because nature perfects things in nature’s own way.
A most wonderful discovery has happened in my very own yard. A discovery, dear friends, that is beyond amazing. You may want to sit down for this, unless you are the type of person who takes exciting news standing up. (I really need to work on getting to know you better so I can address things accordingly. I promise to work on this in the future.)
Anyway back to my news which is basically worthy of television crews and what have you being present. I mean it is earth shattering, or at least mud cracking news. The kind of news that makes you stop and smile.
You see the most fantastic thing which was discovered in my yard today just happened to be beautiful tiny purple flowers coming from a plant I thought wouldn’t survive. You see this plant had to deal with my black thumb, and my four-footed companion who just happens to enjoy using the plant as a resting spot and a chew toy. I had honestly thought that after the greenery came up and the four-footed one started her routine of sitting, sleeping and chewing on the plant that all was lost.
Nature, however has a way of surprising us and showing us that despite obstacles we can still come through to see our vision or dream come to fruition. Hope is never lost until we decide to lose it.
There are lessons in my discovery; for some of us that may be that no matter how delicate or fragile we think we are, we are strong enough to face this world. For others of us it is a lesson of perseverance and never giving up even when others give up on us. Still others will find a lesson in the power and awe of nature. For me it is a reminder that no matter how hard things are, no matter how tough lupus makes my life, there are still amazing things to come.
The lovely, heavy perfume of flowers has come to fill the house again. The four-footed one has decided the best way to enjoy al the different flowers and their perfume is to run around the house, from room to room. This way she can enjoy all the smells in short bursts. Of course she has excessive energy to burn off and lives within each moment and only that moment when it is current.
These flowers are part of a group which survived her “hatching” techniques a short time ago. And by “hatching” I mean when they were just tender green splashes poking out of the ground she felt the urge to rest upon them. They seemed to have survived her techniques as well as her attempts at imitating bumblebees.
The sheer number of flowers making an appearance this year has resulted in early cutting and filling of vases in the house. Which has resulted in the mad dashing about from room to room to enjoy the scent. It is as if I have a wee whirlwind in the house helping to waft the perfume in her wake. 😊 It’s safer then allowing her to run from flower to flower outside, and a little cleaner as well. It keeps out of the mud and stops her from trampling over the helpless flowers!