I think this is one of the prettiest churches in Lloyd. And you know we do have a few. This is one is named The Greater Elizabeth Missionary Baptist Church and it's down a little side road that I pass on my walk. The field there beside the church is huge and is more lawn than field, to tell the truth. It's lined with woods as you can see and the other side of the road is too, mostly, although there are some houses there including what I presume is the pastor's house and also, a very small cemetery.
I don't usually walk down the little road. It may be a private drive. Its street sign says, "Greater Elizabeth Drive" or maybe road. I'm not sure. Anyway, today when I was on my walk and on the way home, I decided to go down the road because it was so shady and inviting and I did. The temperature in the shade had to be a good five degrees cooler than it was out on the hot sidewalk and I enjoyed my little detour and the clouds were so pretty that I had to take a picture of the way they looked over the church.
I also stopped and took a picture of a Confederate Rose blooming on a tree in the yard of my Trumpian neighbors although the branch this one was on had extended over into the yard of the church next door to me and I did not feel bad about trespassing in that little strip of lawn to get close enough for a good shot. I do not think they would begrudge me that.
Every year when these bloom I am dumbstruck again at how frilly and fancy they are, how baby pink their color. They seem like a lovely folly of nature to me and are a variety of hibiscus, actually, not a rose at all and we do have one in our yard but this year its obvious need for trimming and pruning has made itself clear. There are a few buds on it but no flowers yet. Our yard is so lacking in sun that the branches grow up and out, blindly seeking light, and are spindly. It is definitely on the "to-do" list. I need to inform Mr. Moon of that although whenever he notices the tree, he says, "I need to cut that back," and I agree and that's as far as it goes. He also informs me at least every six months that he needs to trim the azaleas and that, too, is true, but that must be done right after they bloom because if the timing is wrong, they will skip a spring entirely and in my opinion, life is too short to miss a yearly azalea showing.
This day has gone by like so many others since this pandemic began. I get up, I peruse blogs and the news, I let the chickens out, I eat breakfast, I take a walk- it's after noon. And then somehow the rest of the day slips on by too, and before I know it, it's time to make supper and then it's past time and once again, I'm late getting it on the table.
Sigh.
And I don't seem to get anything done. I think I made the bed about two o'clock this afternoon, hoisting Jack up and off of it as I have to do every day to straighten out the sheets and retuck them and spread the quilt over everything. I got a package ready to put in the mail and that took about forty-five minutes as I taped the box together and cut brown paper bags to cover it and taped them down. It was so enjoyable, that simple task, that I wished I had another box to send somewhere.
I've got peppers from the garden stuffed and ready to go into the oven. Two red ones, one yellow, one green, and several little banana peppers. And that's been the sum total of my day. I know there's been other stuff but hell if I can remember what. Mr. Moon, on the other hand, spent a good part of the day over at Lily's, setting fence posts with her help. She sent the group this picture when they were done.
She wrote, "He's a strong and hard worker. He puts me to shame, I tell you what!"
And then he came home and pulled up the rest of the field peas and now he's taking things to the dump. His motivation is still strong, even if mine is completely gone. He still wants to get things done while I think, "What's the point?" and "Who the hell cares?"
But tomorrow is when it's supposed to start getting cooler and perhaps I will be more inclined to get out and plant the garden, do some yard work. I hope so. The pandemic seems to have taken away my need to suffer in order to feel as if my life has meaning.
I do not know if this is good or bad. It is what it is.
Hey! My new shoes were fine on my walk today. I'm so glad. And that refund never came through so I have indeed paid for them. All is well there.
I better go bake those peppers. They're not going to cook themselves. And make a salad. Tomorrow I believe I'll go to town for my Publix/Costco shopping. We are out of milk and tomatoes, pimentos and some other stuff that I cannot remember right now. Oh yeah. Peanut butter M&M's.
I should be ashamed to tell you that but I am not.
Love...Ms. Moon
Cooler here tomorrow, too. Makes no difference to me, I think. I just hate colder and layers and furnace and, and, and.
ReplyDeleteWhat are they fencing in?
They're fencing in Lily's garden! She asked her dad to till up part of the yard and about a month and a half later he's doing everything from fencing to irrigation. He does not do things halfway.
DeleteYou have nothing at all to be ashamed of. I hope you enjoyed your supper and will do the same with those M and M candies.
ReplyDeleteI cannot keep blaming the pandemic for my M&M habit. This is getting out of hand.
DeleteSome days it is enough to just BE.
ReplyDeleteGlad your shoes finally made their circuitous route to your door.
Me too, Mary. And you are so right about some days just being.
DeleteI love that church with the clouds -- so pretty! And the confederate rose too. I think they're somehow related to hollyhocks as well...?
ReplyDeleteI admire Mr. Moon's ambition. It's all I can do to drag my body to work! He's much more energetic than me!
I just looked up hollyhocks and yes, they are all in the same family with hibiscus and mallows, etc.
DeleteGlen slays me. Daily.
sounds very much like my days. I get up, I go to bed, and damned if I can tell you what occupied the hours in between. today though the weather is cool and glorious and so I plan to work out in the yard. we'll see what actually happens.
ReplyDeleteWe are a great deal alike in many ways, Ellen, although you seem to be a more dedicated worker than I am.
DeleteI have days like that too. Or, more exactly, I have days where I have so many plans and get precisely nothing done - but I guess that's allowed too right? And yep that church sure is pretty!
ReplyDeleteYes, m'am! That is certainly allowed. According to the rulebook I got, anyway.
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