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A Couple of Birds

Yesterday was windy at the garden.  There were many harvesters for the amount of food we had to gather.  So I was asked to play.  My favorite part of playing the violin is when I am playing from memory.  I have 5-6 songs in my repertoire.

My sister reminded me that Twinkle, Little Star is also the Alphabet Song and Baa, Baa Black Sheep.  So after I played it once.  I told the ladies that it was Twinkle, Little Star and now I’m going to play Baa, Baa Black Sheep.  That got a laugh.

While I was playing Come Thou Fount, I noticed a Mockingbird came and sat on a post and listened.  I stopped and asked it if it was going to learn the piece as well.  I kinda felt like Katniss in Hunger Games when the Mockingjay learned her tune.  When I stopped playing, it became disinterested and flew off.

One of the gardeners gave me a couple Jewel of Opar plants to take home.  I decided to plant them in the front.  While I was busy, I kept hearing a baby bird cheeping.  I thought maybe I had a nest in the eaves.  So I maneuvered a patio chair and prepare to stand on it.

Then I saw the bird on one of my pots.  The momma bird, a Cardinal flew up and watched me closely.  The baby then flew to the wall.  The picture is below.  Then it flew into the tree.

The momma and the poppa kept a Mockingbird away.  I watched for a while, but I had work to do so I went back into the house.

The nest is in the creepy neighbor’s rose bush.  I think the baby made it back to the bush for when I left to juggle, creepy neighbor and his kid were peering into the rose bush.

I hope they leave the birds alone.  These are the first Cardinals I’ve seen in the neighborhood since I moved here.

Baby Cardinal

Baby Cardinal

 

 

 

Listen to the Mockingbird

Mockingbirds are known to repeat what they hear.

I had a friend share that one would wake her up in the morning crowing like a rooster.  Drove her nuts.

I tend to copy them. They sing and I whistle back.  I do that with cardinals as well.

But yesterday, I took my violin to the garden and played in the pavilion after church. I noticed a mockingbird, came and listened.  The bird did not sing at all, just cocked it’s head.  I played a variety of songs.  I will pay attention in the future to what the mockingbirds sing in the garden.

Makes me want to be mindful of what I play, is it worth repeating?

 

Good Therapy, Body, Mind and Soul

Yesterday, I spent the day in the community garden.  Some friends of another family came to help in the pantry garden.  I was invited to come as well.

I did some work in my plot, weeded my old plot.  It is fun to see the marigolds in the old plot.  They are just now peeking through while the weeds are popping up all over.  Hopefully the marigolds will knock out the nematodes.

Watering the girls plot, I saw a couple of tomatoes.  How exciting!

Then I helped water the eggplants in the pantry plot.  Others were mulching the paths.  I’m glad I was given the watering task, mulching is a lot of work.

We had a great spread for lunch and stimulating conversation.  Afterwards, I pulled out the violin and played.  They were very kind to listen because I didn’t tune it and it was off.  I really do need to be more mindful of that.

Once outside again, I watered the peppers.  And while I did, I thought about the people who would be fed, the outside projects we have been approved to do and what happens in the screenplay I am writing.

One of the women I met confessed that being in the garden is good therapy.  I agree.

I would much rather, and get so much more out of being in the garden than I ever would talking to a stranger or group of strangers about how I miss Gpa.  Instead of talking about building a new life, I am building a new life.  Keeping what I loved most and exploring new opportunities as well.

 

It’s Spring Again

It was early last year that Gpa and I found the community garden.  It took a while for me to decide if I was going to have a plot.  There is a lot of work involved and the plot is 10×20.  I thought it would be too much for us.  It was, I gave the food pantry as well as friends and neighbors the excess.  It was very nice to be able to do that.

Getting the tomato babies planted.  Got a few strawberries, trying a couple of rhubarb for Lillie.  Most definitely cucumber for pickles, and at the plant sale I hope to get basil, eggplant, okra and peppers.

Lillie and a friend has a plot now and Gena has planted a few things at her house.

It is so exciting to see new life bursting out all over.  And even more exciting to see others giving it a try too.

It is a comfort to see all the flowers and trees blooming, witness to life going on.

Tomato Babies

During the time that Gpa was sick.  I took a moment to plant some tomato seeds.  I didn’t know that I’d be a couple of weeks early.

I had helped with transplanting seedlings last year so I got three cups filled with dirt, made three rows in each cup and put what I thought was 3-4 in each row.

I must not have because 25 or more plants came up in each cup. So I went to the community garden and divided up 40 of them.  I went to get a couple of clear containers to use as a green house.

I feel like an irresponsible mother.  The number of tomato babies is overwhelming and I want to go see the grandbabies!  I’m going to have to get a babysitter!

They are outside in the sunshine, under the containers.  They seem to be happy.  Exif_JPEG_422

Serenity Prayer

Tuesday was rainy.  Tuesday was also garden harvest day.  Even if the weather is bad,  we get together and have breakfast.

So I planned to go and take Gpa.

While getting him out of bed, he couldn’t hold himself up and went down, knocking against my knee (which I equated to a quarterback’s injury) I had to get my daughter to help me get him into the chair.

In the struggle, I asked God why it had to be so hard.  He replied, I didn’t have to go to the garden.  I growled that I had paid the price to go when my knee got whacked.

So we got Gpa loaded into the car and had a lovely breakfast.

Oh before I could get to the lovely part, I told one of the ladies I needed a hug and how hard the morning had been.  She is going through a similar situation and reminded me of the serenity prayer.  She shared that she says it daily.

I have known about the serenity prayer but it has been a long time since I prayed it.  I was doubtful that it would help, but I’ve been praying it instead of railing against the bars of the cage called life.  And it has been helping.

It goes like this:

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

This is what most people know but I looked it up once and it’s longer.  Check it out sometime.

My Daily Bucket List

Even though I have responsibilities to take care of Gpa, it doesn’t have to keep me from having my plans and goals.

Currently the top of my list is a good night’s sleep.  When that doesn’t happen,  a nap is a good second.

His bucket list is complementary to mine.  He wants to go for a ride.  I want to go to the garden or to juggling class.  Great fit.

I also take him to an adult day care so I can get errands and chores done.  I also use that time to go to a Bible Study, paint watercolor pictures uninterrupted, and voice lessons.

We both enjoy our time apart and enjoy each other more when we are reunited.

I don’t feel like I’ve really made that much of a sacrifice.  We are both very blessed.

I don’t like to think about the next stage in dementia, no need to borrow trouble.  We’ll deal with what comes next when it gets here.

and hang out together and have a cup of coffee.

Officially 101

Yesterday Gpa had his birthday.  We took him to the Chihuly exhibit at the Arboretum.  All around the park there were spiky glass things that looked like tall birthday candles.  Pockets of them here and there.  Different colors and we decided that there must be at least 101 of them.  The park is a big birthday cake for Gpa.

It was almost too warm, but we’d seek shade and rest.  There was also a pumpkin festival with little houses to enjoy.  And when Gpa was ready to go, he’d wave me over and ask to go.  He’d also say, “Don’t leave me.”

We go harvest for the food pantry today and them I’m coming home to rest.  All this partying has worn me out!  Oh and the house is trashed.  I have laundry soaking and bags of presents to find a home for.  But I’m waiting until I put his new clothes on for the party at the garden.

Gpa and blue chihuly

Gpa and blue chihuly

family at arboretum
family at arboretum

Transplanted

I have considered Gpa and I transplanted to where we are now.  We had been living in the north part of town and now we are as far south and east as we can get and still live in the same town.

I didn’t want to leave the activities that I had last year but did.  I have kept in touch with a few people and have been known to visit my old church.

In the last year, after visiting a number of churches, we attend the one associated with the community garden where I have a plot.  We also participate in the food pantry harvest each week.

The local library has a great room for juggling and I now teach there 2 times a week.  It is fun to watch the kids include Gpa.  He has tossed a bean bag and last week a ring to someone.  I consider him my oldest student.  My youngest has been 2.

Now we are performing music at the church and in the garden.

I have always thought of being transplanted as a temporary thing.  But if you transplant a plant, y0u expect it to take root an thrive.

And that is exactly what we are doing.  We are putting down roots and thriving.  I am glad we transplanted where we have.  Everyone we meet loves Gpa and helps me take care of him.  They take care of me, too.

A friend mentioned the other day that she didn’t think Gpa would still be here if we hadn’t made the change.  I won’t dwell on that thought, but she might be right.

 

A Cookie, a Tomato, and a Toad

It is 5:00 am on a Saturday of a 3 day holiday and I am up.  Not that I want to be.  Gpa has tried to change his pajama pants with a shirt.  He can’t figure out why they won’t pull up.  In the bathroom he has told me he is hungry.

You can’t tell the baby to go back to sleep when it is hungry.  It’ll just cry more.

So he now has pants on, and eaten breakfast.  While I was at it, I fed the dogs.  Next is a nap.

It fascinates me what his demented brain retains and what he cannot cope with.  Though it doesn’t stress him out too much.  He just kept trying to figure out how to pull up the shirt tail.

Yesterday he had a check up at the doctor’s office.  He got a good report and on the way to the car, he told me he was hungry.  No surprise there.  He wanted a cookie.

Once in the car, he added a tomato to his list and then said toad.

At first I  thought how funny that he wants a toad.  But if you put the request in the context of the last two weeks, it makes for an interesting situation.

We had toad in the hole a couple of weeks ago at the garden for breakfast before harvesting for the food pantry.  He ate two.  Then that Friday we met Lillie and a friend for lunch.  I saw that toad in the hole was on the menu.  The restaurant had given it a name but we had a discussion about toad in the hole.  She ordered it.

And here Gpa is, asking for a toad.  It made me feel better because the day before when trying to ask for a cookie or a cracker, he said he wanted a crackie.  I thought, oh here we go, losing more vocabulary.  It could be he just wanted both.