I heard a car door slam in the yard today and next thing I knew, Glen was calling me.
Tom is our long, long-time friend whom I've known since 1975, I think, and he is one of the best finders I know. He finds cool stuff and takes it home and sometimes he brings me cool stuff that he's found. This morning he brought me that sweet, sweet bird bath. I love the tiles in the mosaic. They look Mexican to me. And the pretty little rocks around the edge and of course the bird perched on the side. Now here's the funny thing- it was only the dish part that he recently found. The base is something he found thirty years ago.
And which he has kept.
So. Can we say that every now and then it's good to hold on to things?
Right now it's in the little bed off the kitchen but I may move it to sit under the hummingbird feeder which I can look out on from the back porch. Do hummingbirds bathe in birdbaths?
I do not know but Lon told us that one day he was watering a plant with a fine mist and a hummingbird came and darted in and out of the spray for a very long time so I guess they do like the water.
It's been an easy, laid back Sunday. Neither Mr. Moon nor I did much after we showed Tom the garden and we all discussed pests and viruses which can attack our plants and how Tom has created a tool to help him pick garlic properly because he's having health problems which make it too hard for him to reach down to the ground to do it the regular way. Mr. Moon showed him the earth boxes that he is making to grow things in. I really do not understand these things but my husband is extremely enthusiastic about them. They require a lot of parts that he's having to make and a specific way to layer soil and compost and fertilizer and he keeps trying to explain it to me and I'm just like, "Uh, okay." You can buy these things online but of course my man took a look and decided that he could do it himself.
Mr. Moon did go on a bike ride while I sat right here and worked the Sunday Washington Times crossword. They are free, y'all. And I don't know if I am grateful to Lon for telling me about them or if I should curse him because I sure do spend a lot of time on them. Time that I could be learning Spanish or making quilts or...I don't know. Something other than filling in little squares with letters. I am abysmal at doing crosswords, to be honest. I suppose this makes me feel as if I have a lot of room for improvement.
After a few hours of crosswording, I put on my overalls and went out and weeded around the hydrangeas a little more. That was somewhat fulfilling. I can almost hear them sighing and relaxing their roots. And that was the extent of my physical labor for the day.
So that's about it from Lloyd, Florida. The chickens are growing. Even the bebes are getting big enough to think about letting them out of the coop although Precious and Tweety would be immediate hawk bait. Not sure how I'm going to deal with that. It would break my heart to lose one of them. We've noticed that Miss Pansy has been hanging out with the teens which is interesting because a lot of them are Americaunas or, at least what they call Easter Eggers and so is she. Can chickens recognize their own breed? She's been a bit of a loner since her sister died. I wonder if when I let Tweety and Precious out, Violet, who is also a banty, will start hanging out with them. She's definitely a loner.
Chickens. The more I know, the less I know.
I swear to you, the older I get the more I am aware of what I am unaware of. It's staggering! I mean, most of us are aware that there's a lot we don't know once we pass that stage of snotty adolescence where we're pretty sure we know everything (and to be honest- adolescents know a LOT!) but it's only as I've aged that the true reality of how ignorant I am about so many things has made itself apparent. And to add to all that I never learned, I must now confront the reality of having forgotten so much of what I used to know.
It's a bitch.
And hey! Just in time for our Sunday hymn, Youtube has once again given me the means to embed videos. So. In the spirit of all that's going on, in the holy name of Rock'n'Roll, in the eternal grace of our Lord Sir Mick of the Sacred Pelvic Thrust, I give you this.
One thing I have not forgotten is that I love the Rolling Stones.
Also- I sure used to be able to dance.
I'm glad that Mick still can.
We chased our grandson around all day and I am so damned tired. The little guy likes The Rolling Stones, go figure.ReplyDelete
Glad you had a nice day.
Little kids love to dance to the Stones. It's primal, I think.Delete
That dish was an incredible find. The center tile is priceless. A good thing to happen on a Sunday.ReplyDelete
I am so thrilled with it!Delete
The thing i like about the WaPo crossword is that it tells you when you've got it wrong. I'm a lot better if I can cheat a little like that.ReplyDelete
If you click on "check word" it does. Which I frequently do.Delete
I love that bird bath. I don't know about Lloyd, but the birds this spring in Los Angeles are remarkable -- we've always had lots of hummingbirds and black phoebes, etc., even here in the middle of the city, but this spring it's like Wild Kingdom! I used to be able to do crossword puzzles -- hell, I used to make them up when I was a kid, but I feel like not only do I know nothing as I get older, but I'm actually dumber.ReplyDelete
I love that y'all have more birds this year! I bet Carl is happy about that too.Delete
As to getting dumber with age- no one will ever refer to me as "sharp as a tack." More like "dumb as a hammer."
What a lovely gift from Tom and given his ailing body, it was extra-special that he brought it over. As for Mick Jagger, he was really "in form" that night in Texas in 1972. Over the decades I have noticed how his live performances can be very up and down - thinking specifically about hitting the notes.ReplyDelete
It really was a sweet gift from Tom. He's given us tables and little chairs and a plant stand too. He loves to find things and fix them up.Delete
I think any musician who's played as many gigs as the Stones probably has ups and downs. As to hitting the high notes- that's why people have back-up singers and the Stones have some of the best.
Sounds like a lovely Sunday, quarantine or no. I've discovered Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah during lockdown and is now my every Sunday (atheist) hymn. Not sure if you've heard it but I think you'll love itReplyDelete
Oh yes. I am quite aware of that song. It is a glory. I have even posted videos of my friend Spencer Bohren playing it.Delete
I should have known that ;) - I'll have to dig around in your archive for the video.Delete
I have not done much the last couple of days. poisoned the fenceline yesterday. sat on the couch and read another short story.ReplyDelete
that is a sweet little birdbath. lucky you.
I'm going to poison my poison ivy. I just can't see any way around it. I hate to do it but now it's growing out on the sidewalk and that's not fair to others.Delete
I knew you'd like that birdbath!
I love that bird bath. I meant to buy myself a hummingbird feeder when I went to the garden centre but I forgot, which is a shame as I love those babies. And I know what you mean about "not knowing stuff". My "frustration" if you can call it that, is that I want to know everywhere, be familiar with all the places in the world, if that makes sense. Not gonna happen of course. Heck even here, where I've lived for over 30 years, I'm still discovering new places all the time. Still, at least the curiosity is there isn't it.ReplyDelete
Yes. The curiosity is here. And as I said yesterday, I walked down a little road I've never been down before which is only a few miles from my house. The world is a big place, even the tiny places we may live.Delete
I don't know if I ever told you but I saw the Rolling Stones when I was 15 and I haven't been the same since. I loved the Beatles and after the RS concert, I was a Stones fan forever. No more Beatles for me. And when Mick took off his jacket and twirled it around him while strutting and singing "Little Red Rooster", my teenage hormones went wild. I know I'm queer but I'd do Mick, I would. Damn.ReplyDelete
When Mick was younger he just WAS sex. He was so androgynous that I think he transcended gender. He was pretty. He was like a cat. In heat.Delete
That is a beautiful bird bath. Also, doing crossword puzzles is excellent exercise for the brain.ReplyDelete