In The Air, High In The Air

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!


The Sweetest Smell

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.

In The Garden

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.

Discoveries And Lessons From A Natural Teacher

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.


Perfume And The Indoor Whirlwind or Flowers And Puppy

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!

What’s On Your Windowsill or Decorating With Dinos

My grandmother used to keep plants and candles on her windowsills. My mother kept seedlings on hers until they were ready to be planted in the ground.  A few of the much orders ladies I knew growing up kept powder on their windowsills, to keep the haints away.  These ladies always had yellow trim on their windows to ward off the haints as well.

But me, I apparently seek the not to grow life nor to ward off those who have passed over.  You see friends I keep dinosaurs on my windowsills.  I didn’t start out with a plan to keep dinosaurs on my windowsills.  Actually I didn’t plan on keeping anything on my windowsills.  However the four-footed one opted to out her plush dinosaurs on the windowsills she could reach.  Thankfully she only has two, but that’s enough for me.

I’ve  nothing against dinosaurs, plush or whatever.  I just have no need for them on my windowsills, but every day around eight in the morning they are placed on the windowsills to be removed only when it’s time to run around the house with them in your mouth.  Well if you are the four-footed one that is.  I have no more need for carrying dinosaurs in my mouth than I do to have them on my windowsills!


The Problem With Too Perfect, or My Neighbor’s Yard

My neighbor has the most incredible yard.  The grass is a soft, lush carpet that tickles between your toes when you take it up on its invitation to walk barefoot amongst its cool blades.  The fountain burbles happily in harmony with the song birds, with just the right amount of noise.  The flowers, oh how sweet the scent is that they release into the air, beckoning you to follow your nose.

To be honest my neighbor’s yard is almost too perfect in its perfection.  From a distance you can’t believe it’s all real, and yet it is.  The green grass, is in fact cut precisely  so and the edges trimmed with scissors.  Dead flowers and leaves are immediately removed so as not to interfere with the vibrancy of the living plants.  Rachel venting the fountain and the bird bath are scrubbed to maintain a nice clean glow.  Furniture gets wiped down daily, sometimes more than once and water markets are polished off the tables.

My neighbor takes great delight in the harmony and beauty she has been able to help cultivate.  She says keeping it pristine and lively is healing for her, a cheap and natural form of therapy that is far above any man-made type.  She says the soil, water, sunshine and wind all play a key role in keeping things looking as they should.  Nature, she points out, always provides what is needed.  I have a feeling she thinks the extravagant measure some people take to find perfection within their yards is missing the point since nothing can, in her mind, surpass the luxury of nature’s simple beauty.

Granted some would call trimming the grass with scissors a bit much and what’s wrong with the water spots left as proof to nature’s touch?  But to me the continual removing of the dead things is unnatural, as if to defy the cycle of life and acknowledge the beauty in death that nature presents.  Nothing ever dies without some amazing show, the end of life being the last vibrant burst of color or scent.  To remove the dead flowers is, in some unnatural for surely they still have work to do.  And without meaning to, the remind me to live each day to its fullest, in full color.  They remind me that life passes by whether we spend our time living it fully or conservatively in the shadows.

My yard, by comparison may have grass, but it’s nothing compared to my neighbor’s.  My riot of colors provided by plants and flowers that form their own haphazardously display is eye-catching in its own chaotic way.  Just because my yard will never be thing of envy in the way my neighbor’s is, doesn’t make it any less.  Any less colorful, beautiful, inviting or magical.  All in its own way.