A Good Dog and Floss Flowers

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On Saturday, I made the “early service”.  It was both beautiful and glorious.  It matters little to me, whether it is over field or ocean,  I find daybreak to be holy.  It happens everyday-and always has, but this does not make it ordinary, nor lessen the grandeur of sunrise.  The choir of songbirds do not attend as they did before, and so in their absence, it is mostly silent.

It was so very cool and pleasant out.  I noticed the floss flowers were everywhere.  How pretty and daintily they grow, with their clusters of periwinkle blossoms.  I think all the floss flower needs is a handful of soil, for they grow everywhere they please.  The wind plants the seeds of the floss flower, and they “bloom where they are planted”.  I also noted the grass needs mowing again.  This is no small task at the  sprawling rabbit patch.  Rain is coming and I should mow today, I thought.  At least while mowing,  I can entertain lofty notions.  In the past, I have solved problems as I mow and written poems.  My loyal boxer, Cash will watch me mow, always on the alert, should I stall the engine.

I went in and put a pot of beans on.  I planned to make the popular vegetable burgers for my lunch this week.  The beans need to simmer a good while.  I eventually talked myself into mowing, while they cooked.

The sycamores are dropping the first of their leaves now.  The leaves are the size of a dinner plate.  If neglected, the leaves curl and form layer upon layer, deep enough to hide a small pony.   The grape vines are full this year.  Kyle has picked them several times, already.  The pecan trees are bare.  The chives are blossoming again.  They are the only herb in the garden, earning its’ keep, just now.  I use the blossoms to flavor all sorts of dishes.  The beauty berry bushes are claiming a fair share of the young woods.  What a striking contrast they lend to the countryside, with their branches laden with fuschia berries.  The “autumn joy” is splendid with the mauve spikes of colors.  I disturbed a small flock of butterflies as I mowed.  The phlox remains stalwart as ever.  I did not not solve a mystery today nor have any “big ideas”,  but the day was bright and beautiful . . and Cash said he loved me several times.  He came running when I stopped to move sticks.  Once I got stuck.  He watched me struggle and it made him nervous to see me in that predicament.  He moaned and pranced around til I had freed the mower.  When I caught a small stick in the blade, the mower made a harmless, but unfamiliar sound.  Cash ran and barked at me, til I stopped and dislodged the thing.  Other than that, Cash watched me mow every area, from a safe distance, in the shade of some old tree.

I did not finish mowing in time to see the local news. but the national news said a shift had lessened the amount of impact, here.  My heart goes out to those in the path of the storm.

A few new things transpired this week.  I am learning to play the cello.  I decided a few years ago that one day, I would.  I thought it would be a healthy and pleasant hobby.  The motion of the bow is opposite of the violin and the finger placement is different.  This has proven to be a challenge.  I am forced to think in a new way from the way I have thought when playing the violin,but it intrigues me greatly to do so.  Lyla started preschool.

Now everybody thinks this is grand-including Lyla.  Jenny is doing a part time  internship for school and the the nursery is just two mornings a week.  I do not know why, it has taken me so long to get used to the idea.  It does not affect my life nor change a thing-well, it means Lyla is growing up.  She has a back pack and a lunch box-and “school clothes”.  She already has a friend and a sweet teacher.  I have liked everything I have heard about the school, yet it means something to me and feels very significant.  Oh, it is a tiresome thing to have a very sentimental heart.

Dear Diary, I am glad for the bright beauty berry that fills the woods-and the floss flower that “blooms where it is planted”.  I am glad for mornings . . and I am especially glad for a good dog, that helps me tend this rabbit patch.

 

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39 thoughts on “A Good Dog and Floss Flowers

  1. Grands are just about the best thing since sliced bread. I have three in school now…4k, 5k and 2nd. grade. Time sure does fly by way to fast.But that is why they are here..to carry on when it is their turn. The storm has had a time making up its mind but hopefully it will be over soon…at least the wind and rain part. Getting over it may take a while longer. So glad you aren’t going to get the brunt of it.

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      1. Dear Ma’am,
        As I hear about the storm and try to think of why natural disasters occur, it seems to me that every time the earth is burdened, it tries to lighten up its burden by releasing off some steam and storm, much like a steam engine. Would you think that is true ?
        Susie

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  2. Ma’am
    I am glad you are having quiet times at the Rabbit Patch. Thankful for Lyla’s happiness and new friends and the sweet teacher. I am glad Cash keeps an eye on the Rabbit Patch, as he should well do, being part owner himself.
    I have been reading a lot of Louisa Alcott per your sweet recommendation. I managed to get
    Eight Cousins
    Rose in Bloom
    Behind a Mask, the unknown thrillers of —
    An old fashioned girl

    I enjoyed most of them but find a different style of writing than the Little Women series in these books. There seems to be an outright Scottish, English influence in these books for one. And there is not so much of moralizing or religion as in Little Women. The thriller was very difficult to get through but quite well written.
    The surprising thing is each of these books took quite a few days for me to read through and I am a fast reader. It seems that every sentence in these books was quite carefully and painstakingly written and it didn’t seem fair to the writer that I read fast and miss the point of those careful sentences.
    I am now reading An Old Fashioned Girl.
    Thank you for introducing me to a new world of Louisa May Alcott.

    Susie

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  3. There are many things to comment on with this post. You cover so much territory at once! I am most interested in your learning to play the cello. We attended Long Island Baroque Ensemble concerts for decades, and I’m used to seeing people switch from violin to viola, but never cello. If you ever practice cello and violin in the same session, I’d love to know how the transition goes. I have gone straight from playing the piano to typing on the computer, and my fingers and brain protested. Isn’t that odd? For several minutes, my typing was jerky and not automatic. I should try going from the computer to the piano and see if there is a hitch there. I would never have expected a rough transition.

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    1. I am loving the challenge of the cello-it makes me work and think. I play guitar, violin and viola-a little piano.. But the cello is so different. I have a few goals to keep my brain active, guess what I have never been able to do-Jigsaw puzzles!! haa! Going to start that soon! Wish me luck! thank you-love Michele

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  4. Hello, Dearest Rabbit.
    Each time I’m ‘invited’ here to read the days post, I’ve come to realise that I look on each post, not actually as a blog post, but, instead, a letter. It’s the same letter each of us read, but, to me, as I settle down to read, I feel myself mentally opening a letter which the postman has personally delivered right into to my hand.

    Lyla begins school …. Oh I very much feel your heartstrings being tightend regarding this. She’s such a tiny dot, but one look at her faces tells all that this little girl is very ready and up for the ‘challenge’. She’ll mix with others of her age and learn how to socialise. She is going to be fine. I’ve no doubt that on various days she’ll come home with a grump about someone not letting her play with xxx toy, but although difficult, it’s a lesson which we’ve all had to learn

    She’s learnt so much from from you Rabbit, that I believe she will not only be taught, but will also teach. For she has a wealth of knowledge all boxed and labelled inside her brain, ready to retrieve and ‘announce’ her intelligence by sharing the information.
    And I’m pretty certain it will go something like: “Well my Grandmas says ………..” lol.

    Re: Simmering the beans for the vegetable soup, …. Ooo – I can smell it from here. It’s wafting over the pond and straight to my nose! I’ll bring a fresh out of the oven loaf and we can laugh together over the table as we eat.

    And finally … The Cello! Ohhh Rabbit I just want to hug you and dance around the kitchen. I’m thrilled that you’ve taken on this challenge and I’m hoping that, with time, you’ll love to play so much that you’ll entertain everyone in earshot and anyone who’ll sit still long enough to hear. You clever, amazing girl!

    I SO wish that we lived closer to each other. I can imagine the laughter that we’d share.
    Love you to pieces Rabbit. … … plus tax. 😉
    ~ Cobs. xxx

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    1. Oh Cobbs, you are like a very good fairy! Thank you for the beautiful thoughts about Lyla. How dear and oh I hope they all come true. I am loving the cello!! It makes me think hard and I love that-It is so opposite from my violin in technique. If I ever make it anyway near you-I am looking you up and some of our dreams will come true!! love you and am so very grateful we met. Michele

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  5. Your little Lyla is such a sweetheart! I am so glad you are safe from the hurricane! I love that you are learning the cello! My sister in law started that a couple years ago and now plays in their city orchestra….she loves it and I have a feeling you will also.

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  6. OMG! Her backpack is bigger than she is!
    Granddaughter Elly started school this September.
    But I’m an old hand at it, this will be number 5 in school (the eldest just graduated in June).
    Yep, pretty used to it.
    Couldn’t have been more than a hundred tears, tops.

    All my best,

    Paz

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  7. Congrats on taking up the cello! Although I’ve played piano most of my life and played the clarinet in school, I learned the flute, and then guitar, as an adult. There’s always time to learn something new, isn’t there? Good for you — and glad you’re safe!

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