Monthly Archives: June 2011

garden path

I am making a brick path between my garden beds. The brick comes from a neighbor, and is very old and uneven. The result will be that the path will look like it has been there a long time. The space is not quite 3 feet wide, because we started at 3 feet, but the edges of the beds take up a few inches. The size of the bricks doesn’t match the size of the space. So they have to be farther apart, thus making space for weeds to grow. Not having grass or weeds was the first reason for making a path. So, now, I’ll be looking for some ground cover plants to put in those spaces. I want corsican mint, but so far I have not found it here. Something else will have to do. It’s a lot of work, but I will like the result.

House Sold

My husband sold the house in a cash sale. Time to close that chapter of my life. The world situation is such that we must count it a great blessing to complete the transaction so quickly. We sold for a low price, but now we have no work to do, no worries, and a little money in the bank. That is, if everything is completed on schedule next week. You never know how things will go, until they’ve gone.

house for sale

The time has come to sell a house we have in Indiana, my birthplace.  The house was my home from the time I was 10 years old.  It is the place we held our wedding reception.  Just a small cape cod style house, nothing much as the world sees it, but the fixed point in my memory–the place to which I took my children to visit their grandparents, the place I went to “get my bearings” during turmoil.  It’s been a rental for several years, and — it isn’t what it used to be.  I do hope we can recover something of our investment.my early home

 

small wonders

I love the postal service. I find it amazing that I can walk a few blocks from my house and put a piece of paper in a blue box. Days later my sister in another state will receive that important paper from me—just as if I had walked to her house. Another time, I packed up some books and sent them to a friend in another country! Then, she emailed me (another modern wonder) to ask if I had sent them. I found out that they had been sent, and that they had been received in a post office in that other country. And that they had attempted delivery. So my friend went to her post office, and there safely on a shelf was the box of books. One line in the address was amiss, but they did not open the box to find the phone number I had enclosed.
Recently I received a letter from an old friend. This letter had traveled several states and went to people who knew of me, but not the current address. These people made guesses, and sent it on its way. Eventually, it came to me. So, even though there are occasional errors and difficulties, I find it amazing that the postal services exist around the world and that they are still efficient. There is also the service of “general delivery” which is a way to contact someone who is travelling for an extended time. Send a letter or package to your travelling friend to a city you know is on the itinerary, and sooner or later, that person will stop in that post office and receive the mail. Perhaps the post office is a leftover of another age. Young modern people use electronic devices for everything, including legal documents. But, in my world, not everyone has access to those devices. And you can’t send a hand crafted unique gift to someone through an electronic device. So, I still love the postal service.

rhubarb pie

Yesterday my neighbor gave me some rhubarb. Today, early in the morning, I made a pie. First, I thought I could remember my crust recipe, but I put in too much oil, so I had to add more flour. When I rolled it out, there was a lot extra, but not enough for another whole crust. So I rolled that out too and put it on a baking sheet. When I completed the filling and read through the recipe again, it said “top with lattice crust” a detail I had missed before. But, there was the extra so I cut it into strips and made the top for my rhubarb custard pie. I love how things work out like that.

I love the spring

I love the light — the long days of spring —the hope it brings— everything seems possible in spring. Bright flowers after the long winter. Summer is almost upon us now, going by the calendar, but by the weather it is already here.