I had get some items for the four-footed one today. Naturally those involve going to a store that caters to animals…dogs and cats for the store we went to. It’s a locally owned store that incorporates local products where it can. And it has its own version of a bakery.
The store allows dogs and cats provided they are on a leash and well-behaved. The four-footed one loves the store and the staff. Without fail every time we go in she is offered treats, spoiled with affection and has a blast. It’s never a quick in and out visit. Not with all the people who need to see her as well as all the smells to be taken in.
This visit she was offered a tea cookie, no tea in it. But if she were a human it was something that might pair well with a tea. And it al human grade ingredients. The store owner enjoyed a cookie after giving my four-footed companion one. He also offered me one, but I declined.
When we left, I with items I needed to buy plus something extra for her, and her with her tummy full of treats, the owners wife came over to us and insisted on giving the four-footed wonder a treat as well. Now the four-footed one will never turn down a treat and thankfully these are all low-calorie not to mention not too big. Naturally she consumed the treat, let her picture be taken and left a happy pet.
It never occurred to me that one day I would be eating the same treats I buy the dog, from a dog store. Would you? Eat treats from the dog store designed for both owners and their pets?
Mint. The four-footed one loves mint. She picks it out of the garden the minute she can. If it can’t be picked out of the garden, she no doubt hopes we have some from the store.
I don’t mind sharing my mint with her however she doesn’t seem to understand the idea of sharing in return. Unless it’s after she’s finished chewing up all the mint she wants. Then she leaves me the half bitten or eaten pieces. Not the most appealing version of sharing.
Today she claimed the entire mint patch as hers. Now I don’t mind in the fact that mint comes back all the time so it’s not like a massive expense. However she took the whole patch as hers already. The mint season is now going into full-bore. So do I get and plant more mint or hope the stuff she flopped down as a resting patch serves her and I can use it?
Is it wrong to put a fence around of the mint to keep her out of it? Of course knowing her she’d find a way around the fence. Or perhaps I should consider that this year I will be mint free. But the four-footed one would still have her mint season.
A bit of water, a handful of barley, some peeled and thinly sliced apples along with a dash of cream. A bit of sugar and a squeeze of lemon juice. He stirred and left it all to cool before calling it just complete. It was, he promised me, far more delicious all pulled together than it sounded.
Of course he added heavy cream, a splash of whiskey and a dash of cinnamon before serving me any of this creation. It was, as he put it, a simple and humble treat that was slightly jazzed up. He said it reminded him of his childhood, slightly altered to a more adult set of tastes.
The four-footed one was pager to give it a try, but neither of us were inclined to share with her. She settled for homemade dog bone while I tried his childhood flavors minus the whiskey. It was, I must say, surprisingly good considering what was in it.
Beloved occasionally makes flavors from his childhood, ways with a warning about how humble or simple it will be. As if I need a reminder or even care that it’s of simple ingredients. What I do are care about, is that he chooses to share it with me. That he takes the time to make it for me. Because how else can you share your childhood with another when you’ve grown up in different circumstances in different countries?
One of my neighbor’s has taken to feeding the stray cats in the area. At first he put out a few dishes of food out near the trees where the cats can sometimes been see. He’d collect the empty dishes and set out new dishes full of food on a daily basis. This went on for a few months before he decided to do something different.
He moved the food dishes to his back door to make it easier for him to ensure there was always food and water available for the stray cats. He also started setting out little catnip toys for them to enjoy.
And naturally we started noticing more cats in the area. We also started noticing that some of the birds were disappearing as well as the squirrels. Logically it made sense, increase in cats means a decrease of small animals. It was a tough choice, let the cats starve or realize we might have fewer birds and such. I couldn’t say the cats were eating the birds, which another neighbor suggested, but naturally birds and cats will keep their distance.
The four-footed one didn’t attempt to make friends with the cats. Instead she kept her distance. But when the skunks and foxes started coming into the neighbourhood, well she couldn’t resist these new beings. Thankfully the foxes were too shy to play. As for the skunks, they clearly are used to dogs as they let the four-footed one come up and sniff them. She also tried to play with them. They weren’t interested in play, but thankfully they also didn’t spray.
The neighbor who thought he was helping the cats didn’t believe us about the foxes and skunks. That is until one say when he was setting out the food and a skunk walked right into his house. Of course the skunk didn’t stay, it walked back out of the door which wa still being held open due to shock.
We now have more birds and squirrels on the neighbourhood. And the skunks still visit now and then. As they as passing by.
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.
Today I’ve been dreaming about food. Well dreaming is probably the wrong word, lusting is probably more accurate. I have been lusting after food today. No don’t misunderstand dear friends, I love good food and I love sharing it with people I enjoy so it’s not unusual for me to think about food. I’ve been known to plan whole menus as a means of pleasantly passing time and I’ve no shame in this either.
However today I’ve been running on the see food, think food, desire food sort of cycle. I blame my medications partially for this shift in my food relationship. I also blame people sharing delicious ideas and placed with me all in a very short period of time. This sharing lead me to feel like I need to try it all, right now. Not that I’m complaining about people sharing these things with me; whether we break bread together or separately but shared experiences I think is a wonderful thing indeed.
The thing is, though, between my medication, my lupus flare and the insane hamster on the wheel that is my brain, I fee exhausted just trying to figure out what to do and try and when. And of course this makes my health teeter totter a bit more. Again I am not complaining for I am blessed, truly blessed to have wonderful people to share food with and more importantly to not having to worry about where the next meal comes from. I just need to tame the lusting of said food into something more manageable so food isn’t falling off my plate!
A while ago I stayed at a bed and breakfast which had the most amazing food and quilts. Not together mind you, but the food was some of the most delicious and simple food I’ve ever had and as for the quilt, well it was perfect in weight and comfort.
It was the kind of place that you want to share with someone, or maybe it was the experience that I wanted to share most of all with a certain someone. At any rate it was a lovely visit that i know a certain person in my life would have enjoyed with me.
You see this person is an amazing friend, one I’ve unfortunately taken for granted at times, ignored at times and such. She is one of the most incredible people I know. When I told her about my diagnosis of lupus she went out and did her own research, not just to understand the illness, but also how to be involved in and incredibly supportive way.
The delicious food was something that I know she would have enjoyed and we would have had a wonderful time sharing and tasting things. As for the quilt, well this lady makes the most amazing hand stitched quilts. Anyone who receives any of her handy work (she does al types of amazing, creative things made with love) is truly lucky for they are made with love and that love simply wraps around you.
Without ever saying it, her support, her love and her positivity has always been open to me. Sadly I’ve been too stubborn at times to receive or be open to her positiveness. As I lack creative skills,I am unable to develop a quilt for her to let her know how important she has been in my journey in life with lupus.