Things that Grow Wild

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July is not meandering-in fact, it is  going along at “break neck” speed.  When I was younger, July did not pass “in a twinkling”, as it does now.  I make it a point, not to concern myself with clocks and calendars in the summer.  As I write this, I do not know the date, however, the mailbox has been full of August bills, so it is impossible not to at least be vaguely  aware, that July, is in its’ latter days.

The farmhouse on the rabbit patch is still “a work in progress”.  I shutter to think of how many bags of things have been thrown away or donated.  I took a large donation yesterday to an older couple that run a second hand store.  They are generous and have helped members of the community, in hard times.  Yesterday, they implored me to find something to take as a gift.  I was in mid sentence, declaring that “I was not bringing any thing in the house . . ”  when my eyes landed on a piece of “carnival glass”.  I have been collecting this glass for a decade. It is quite hard to find and too expensive, for a teacher, really. So, how could I pass up the pretty dish, in good conscience?  I accepted the gift  and added it to my collection, after all.

Christian and I spent the afternoon, cleaning out his room.  Christian is an artist in every sense.  He is an accomplished musician, a writer and he draws beautifully.  This means, that hours are spent filing sketches and songs . . then there are the journals and the guitar strings, not to mention the guitar picks and sketching supplies.  Well, that took a good while.  As I painted the bathroom, he sorted through the piles.   Ever so often I heard him playing the piano, though.

He too, has some things to donate, but I will send him to do the deed.   Obviously, I shouldn’t go and  I cannot send Kyle, either.  Kyle has always had a hard time parting with anything.  When he was little, he did not even want to part with clothes he had outgrown-and the last time I sent Kyle  . . he came back with the box of stuffed animals still in the car.

 The good news is, we are but a day  away from being finished with the cleaning out.  Tres may come home this weekend to put the new ceiling in the hallway (which has become a storage for bags of trash).  Then  I will need to paint that area, which does not scare me.  Of course, I am expecting a “proclamation” of  sins from the appraiser, following the visit, that will need tending.

In all the commotion going on inside the old farmhouse,  I have managed to admire the “black-eyed-susans”  blooming like sunshine in the far corner of the “Quiet Garden”.   Morning Glory vines are growing with great vigor, though not one has bloomed just yet.  . .and the ginger lilies have made no promises. . . but, the lowly mimosa blooms faithfully, and makes its’ presence known on soft breezes.  My grandmother loved mimosas.  Brant laid under a mimosa as an infant-and so did Lyla.  Jenny loves them as I do.   Beautiful , sweet memories can cause such an endearment to common things, like the mimosa, that mostly grow on ditch banks and at the edge of fields.  The same can be said of the Queen Annes’ Lace,  a lovely wildflower that is likely to grow anywhere it pleases.  The rose is fairer, when coupled with Queen Anne and July is better off, because of the mimosa.  I love things that grow wild.

Dearest Sweet Diary,  I am glad for seasons to work and dream,  I am glad for  a son that plays music, at any given moment.  I am glad for mimosas that tinge the air with sweet scent- and flowers that are not planted by man.   . .and grow where they please.  I am glad for the morning glory that tangles where it can.  I am glad, for I love things that grow wild.

 

 

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30 thoughts on “Things that Grow Wild

  1. My morning glories haven’t bloomed yet and also my day lilies haven’t. Strange time we are living in. The croscomias are out doing themselves and the fig are finely coming on. The have never been this late. It is still hot hot hot but Fall is out there somewhere…I hope.

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  2. Sounds as though you have managed to raise some very fine adults. That isn’t always easy. i love the whimsy of wild flowers. I still think of Blue Bonnets and Indian Bottle Brush and remember a wonderful childhood.

    You have such wonderful memories.

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  3. Oh Michele!!! Your rabbit patch has the porch of my dreams! I have the deck portion and am patiently waiting for my carpenter son to have a spare weekend…(I may be waiting another year and I am okay with that) to help put a roof on it.
    You are amazing….I would be stressing something fierce to be sorting, painting and waiting for word from an assessor.

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    1. Hence, the major cleaning out! Can you imagine folks opening every closet door and barns??? yikess!! I felt like crying relief tears when the last load was out.5 bedrooms!! oh my, what a mess. Now we are down to cleaning (housekeeping) Faye, I have that “peace that passes understanding about the whole affair. Now i may be here a good long while yet-the situation is so big, I just decided this was Gods’ business, not mine-or else I would be crazy (ier) Please keep praying for me! thank you, love always, Michele

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  4. Dear Ma’am,
    From Faye’s post above, I realize your name is Michele but I have grown so used to calling you Ma’am that I will continue to do so.
    I am grateful that there are still people like you in the world who can find so much pleasure in what the world might consider little things. Our Lord told us not to ignore the littler things in life, like children.
    I think its great that you were able to donate a lot of your stuff and that you got a gift in return. I sincerely hope you will be able to give the Rabbit Patch to Jenny and Lyla at sometime, even though you might move out.
    Susie

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  5. Ah – another lovely post. It is hard to part with possessions. But, I did that just this morning. The clutter in life overwhelms me at times. Music – that is something I could listen to non stop.

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  6. I, too, love “flowers that are not planted by man.” Where I live, I usually find them in high mountain valleys, which sometimes look like God’s garden as they blossom in profusion and bursts of various vivid flowers.I don’t know mimosa, but Queen Anne’s lace is an old friend and also morning glory, which I have to start from seed every year because they won’t over-winter here. I am following the details as you prepare your beloved home for sale, because I know that day will come for me as well. I hope you find a buyer quickly and at the same time I know I will be sad when you do.

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    1. awwh-don;t be sad-I have had a wonderful season-We gave to each other, the land and I -Christian said home is where we are, and he is right. I went in kicking and screaming, but after two years and Lyla’s birth, well I have re evaluated my time-and Lyla won!!! Thank you precious friend! love Michele

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    1. It is usually caramel colored with an irredescent finish-in the 50’s it was displayed at carnivals to toss coins in. If you did, you won it! I am ok with parting with things-of course, I am keeping the things I love and what I need. I really feel amazing-I am able to help others and myself! Why did I have 3 blenders??? haha! thank you, love Michele

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  7. It’s amazing how flowery scents transport us back in time. Encountering gardenias I can picture my precious Mama tending the bushes we had growing up – gardenias were always her favorite. Blessings as you continue to whittle away piles in crowded corners. Hugs! 😎

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    1. thank you-just living on this territory has been a lot of work-beautiful, but very hard. I like to work, but I LOVE Lyla more-amd all of my children, parents-I rather be with family than spending every minute working-hence, the downsizing. Thank you for having compassion for my predicament-and the encouragement too! love Michele

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