Visiting the Mountain Farmlet: into each life some rain must fall

It rained on Friday.   I don’t do well with rain on the road since my accident in California in the rain.  I totaled my car and permanently injured myself.  Anyway, I no longer spontaneously burst into tears at the sight of a wreck in the rain (It’s PTSD the Dr told me way back then) but OH-BABY I don’t usually go looking to drive in it…  EVER.

That said, I had an appointment with the Octogenarian to see her gardens and I was going to get there!

So, I bundled the dogs into the car, brought plenty of water and a bowl for Tucker, dropped Buddy off for the day at the groomers, stopped 5 times in 80 plus miles for the Little dog to PEE (I couldn’t leave him home all day in his condition now could I?)  paid for insurance on the new Farmlet, transferred the water into our name, found out I need proof of ownership and $160.00 to transfer the electric into our name, and that the trash service office is only open for business for one hour a day (because it’s a one man office and he wears four hats, and three of those hats require him to be out of the office!!!) and somewhere in all that I ate the ugliest lunch in history (normally I would have asked the cook to try again, but under the circumstances I don’t think it would have helped and I was really hungry, and it didn’t poison me) and then it was nearing 2:00 PM and time for my visit!   

In short it was a busy day!

(Insert a rather long inhale here)  😉

I arrived on time and she came out onto the porch to greet me.  We then proceeded to go inside because it was still raining cats and dogs!  He daughter was visiting, introductions were made, and we sat round the table in the breakfast room, drank coffee, and visited for two hours or more!

As we got to know each other better I was struck with the thought, that it was sad that we couldn’t be neighbors.  She is such a lovely and sweet woman.

Later when the rain let up and the sun pretended to burn through the clouds, we peeked at the gardens from the back deck and from the front porch.  Even with all the pelting from the heavy rain, the flowers showed me their potential and it was amazing!  Lilies, roses, iris, and so much more await me when we finally move up on the mountain.  And get this!

Even though she is moving away in a few short weeks, she and her daughter spent quite a few hours out in the garden weeding it!  (I understand this, and probably will do the same before we leave our current Farmlet.  🙂 )

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Now, about that rain.  This was the spent version of the rain that had caused the bad weather in the Midwest earlier in the week, and although we didn’t have severe weather, it was coming down in buckets nonetheless!

This meant that the gardens were tattered and puddled.  I’ll say no more except that I promised you pictures and I am delivering on that promise!  😀

Click the photo to enter the Mountain Farmlet…

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PLEASE NOTE

This post was scheduled to be shared over the weekend, but with all the commotion the severe weather has caused over the past two weeks, I just didn’t have the heart.  In retrospect, my annoyances pale in comparison.

I know very well how awful these storms can be because we lived through them in April of 2011.  The devastation is incomprehensible.  There is seeing it on television, and then seeing if first hand.

INCOMPREHENSIBLE!

My heart aches for all who have suffered the loss of life and property.  God bless these people, heal their hearts, and give them strength.

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Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall…

from The Rainy DayHenry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Wednesday’s Words: the littlest virtuoso

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#69 

The prompt ~ Bah Humbug!

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The Littlest Virtuoso

From the moment the little bug had finished his metamorphosis, he had loved to hum.  In his short time on earth he had learned to hum the many different melodies he had been exposed to.  Such musical masterpieces as Handel’s Messiah, or Debussy’s Clair de lune, were happily hummed in perfect pitch.

One day when visiting a lovely nearby garden, he landed on a fragrant rose.  Becoming drunk off its lovely fragrance he began to hum loudly and most contentedly.

The gardener happened by and noticing him there, reached out to squish him.

“Bah, you Humbug!” He muttered with satisfaction.

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Some extras for your pleasure…

Handel’s Messiah history

Handel’s Messiah the music…

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Debussy a bit of history and other musical facts!   ~Do you imagine I love his music?   I Do!

Debussy’s Clair de lune the music

Do you think you know this piece?  Well of course you do!

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This Misty Morning

I wake up to see Bob off to work with a sleepy hug,  and then with a kiss he’s off.   Looking out the window I watch him drive into the darkness…

Lingering I gaze through the glass as morning comes.   Slow and sleepy it creeps only to be met with mist and fog.  Turning from the window I throw on a jacket to break the chill and go out to do morning chores.  As I open chicken hutches, throw scratch, and greet the geese, the haze begins to burn off and reveal my surroundings.

What awaits me is a dreamy visage of this pastoral life.

Out behind us we have new neighbors who’ve been moved in just this week.

Content to be in new surroundings they chew grass

ignoring me as I spy on them.

I turn away from the fence to go in and chance to see Little Bit entranced with something up the tree…

The chattering tells me it is a little squirrel.   The anger in its chirruping sound tells me it is none too happy about being watched so intently.

Rounding the corner of the house my gaze finds…

the garden’s scarecrow.

Standing limp and faded she gives testament

to a hot, harsh summer we all survived…

The memory of which will also fade,

when fall gives way to winter.

But for now…

The season is dry grass with a slow burn consuming the leaves of the trees.