Friday, August 7, 2020

Pictures From Lloyd

 

Well, I did it. I walked down the sidewalk to the post office. That's the fence in front of my house which needs pressure washing if not painting although replacement would not be a bad option either. We won't talk about the condition of the house itself. 

Anyway, it felt pretty okay to walk farther than from the kitchen to the bedroom so I decided to go ahead and just continue on around the block, which I did. My ribs felt unsettled. A little shifty. Slightly looser in there than they should. But okay. I keep thinking about how they felt right after I broke them which as I described it to Glen was, "Funky." And also, "Crunchy." Which of course I knew meant "Broken." I don't like remembering this at all. It still disturbs me quite a bit. Oh well. 

But it was nice to see the trees of Lloyd again. Here's a tree that I've taken many pictures of. It lives next door and there's no way to get a shot of it which shows the scale of its ancient magnificent size and splendor. 

Those branches are reaching over from the yard where it grows to shade Mr. Lawrence's old store. The store is vacant now and falling apart and a real danger because the front glass windows are broken into horrific shards and the ceiling is falling in. Someone bought it and was going to do something with it but so far nothing at all has been done and it's just an ugly, nasty eyesore. I'm not one of those people who complain about other people's properties but this situation is rough and although I don't really care what other people may think of Lloyd which is a tiny village that can be missed if you blink, but honestly- we could do better. It's right at the corner of two main roads which are so well-traveled that we even have a blinking light there. Since there are no stoplights in all of Jefferson County, you know that a blinking light is truly a big deal. 
But back to the tree- it is a holy thing and it did my soul good to see it again. 
I noticed that my next door neighbor has a Biden sign in his front yard. Good for him! I need one too and will get one.
Here's a picture of a ripening beauty-berry. I feel like I'm missing an entire season here by not taking my walks. 

The world does not care, nor the universe nor even Lloyd. And especially not the beauty berries, the wild grapes, the polkweed. But it makes me sad. And walking my slow walk, sometimes holding my hand to my side made me feel like an invalid. 
In valid. 
And even as I say that I am terrifically grateful that I am able to walk at all after that fall. That I am not in the hospital or even in terrific pain. Hell, it's only been two weeks and two days and everyone says that it takes six weeks to truly heal so I have to be patient. 

I haven't done much else today. I sat on the couch and watched more of "The Office" and shelled some of the peas that Mr. Moon picked this morning. He had to go into work after that to do some car stuff and as we speak he's grocery shopping. That man. 

I picked two beautiful eggplant today and have already put together a casserole for our supper that I made with them. I also picked some peppers. Should I make pickled peppers? 


Besides the peas and the beans the pickings are slim these days and soon it will be time to plant the fall garden. Feels like we just did that. Time is speeding by so swiftly. 

I wanted to talk about a book I'm reading but I need to go get supper going. Here's the book. 

And the reason I am reading it can be explained by this blog post I wrote in 2011. 
Read the comments too. I also ordered the other book mentioned and will be reading it as well. 

Take care, y'all. 
Here's one more picture of some of the trees in Lloyd.


Happy Friday. 

Love...Ms. Moon


32 comments:

  1. And do you know, it takes an entire year for the last injured cell to exit your body. Actually, pretty fantabulous.

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  2. Dem bones Dem bones, all relative until it is YOUR bones.So weird to have broken your ribs and have them rattling around so close to breath and heart without poking them. Well, I guess that fragile little cage did protect the important bits, grateful might be the wrong word to use here, but...like the legend of the jade bracelet, the ribs took the assault and saved you a little bit.

    Thanks for the click back- THAT was one swell read, Mary!

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    1. Oh and I LOVE your graceful fence!

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    2. Thank you, Linda Sue. Yep. Glad to have a rib cage, for sure. Cage indeed!
      Yeah. I used to be a better writer.
      Sigh.

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  3. ***but Mary what if they’re actually alien pods waiting to absorb you in your sleep***




    love you

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    1. I think maybe they did. I slept eleven hours last night.

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  4. Your peppers look like an oil painting and your fence is graceful and lovely. But that tree god well that is something else.

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    1. I know- that tree. The guy who used to live there had it tattooed on his arm. I miss him.

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  5. Dear Miss Mary, it's Stella, Linda Sue's pal. Sorry about your mishap. I am sending you a little something Linda Sue and I picked up in Amsterdam a few years back. So if you get an envelope in the mail it is from me. Sorry no hints but I will make you feel much better. Promise!

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    1. hmmmm Amsterdam...drugs or red light district?

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    2. Inquiring minds want to know!

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    3. Miss Stella! Now I am very excited!
      You're a sweetie. Thank you!

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  6. They are tough, gnarled old trees. Trees with character and beauty. Tom Sawyer would have got your fence painted in double quick time.

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    1. I have often wished for a Tom Sawyer to get that job done.
      When I first read, "...tough, gnarled old..." I thought maybe you were describing me.

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  7. Love looking at the bones of huge, old trees.

    Glad you were able to make a bit of a walk--even if it was probably a bit nerve-wracking not knowing how the ribs would feel.

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    1. That's why I didn't get far from home. I'll try two blocks next time.

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  8. Lloyd DOES have amazing trees. I wonder if the owner of the store still has plans, or if they've simply given up? Sounds like they'd have to tear it down altogether if they want to put something there.

    I can totally understand why thinking about your "crunchy" ribs would be disturbing! GAH! But your ARE healing well, it sounds like, and you'll be back to normal in no time, I'd wager.

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    1. Oh, I went back and read your 2011 post -- so interesting! I don't know Walter Anderson but I do know the name Frank Baisden, and I can't remember why. Maybe I've just heard you talk or write about him. Anyway, let us know how the book is!

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    2. Yes. I'm sure you've read about Frank Baisden here. I've written about him a lot. He and his wife Kay made a huge impression on me as a child.
      No idea about the owner of that store although I believe that a few letters have been sent.
      Trust me- you never want to have crunchy ribs. No. You don't.

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  9. wow. a real well paved street with lanes and lines and curbs and everything. in my mind you live in a more rural area. more like mine with a potholed street, no curbs, deep ditches, no sidewalk though I knew you had a sidewalk cause I remember when they put one in not long ago.

    love those old gnarled trees. we have two huge oaks right next to the house that sort of worry me when I think about it too much. if one goes during a big storm the house is toast.

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    1. Well, there are deep ditches on that road where people dig up worms to fish with. Jefferson County does have good roads. I have no idea why.
      Uh- Ellen- if the house is toast if the trees fall, what are you going to be? I just hope they never blow down.

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    2. me too. I think about getting an arborist to come do whatever it is they do about those two trees. though if it happens at night I'll probably be OK as my bedroom won't be affected.

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  10. Beautiful images. Your garden fence looks like poetry to me, and your trees have always made me think of nature's cathedrals.

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  11. Those trees are just stunning, particularly that last one. And I have never heard of beauty berries so I'm off to look them up!

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    1. Beauty berries are the loveliest shade of mulberry when they are ripe. We don't eat them although I hear that you can make a jam of them. They're sort of crunchy. Like my ribs.

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  12. Those trees are just stunning, particularly that last one. And I have never heard of beauty berries so I'm off to look them up!

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  13. I kept looking at that berry picture. The color variation from the top clump of berries down to the bottom one tickled my fancy. Glad you got out to see a little bit of the world. You are moving forward and that is the good thing. I'm ready for my Biden sign. I saw a homemade one that said ByeDON 2020. Made me laugh.

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    1. Haha! Makes me laugh too.
      Yes. The berries will all be that dark color soon. I look forward to seeing them every year.

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  14. So glad you are getting out and walking a bit. I always feel that's good for people. Your fence is so graceful and beautiful. I'd love a fence that shape.

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