The Early Days of August

A front view of our home this summer

 

 

It’s hard to believe that here we are, emerged in August! June and July have hurried by and left behind much rain. Summer days  of indulging in iced tea and watching flowers grow have commenced. August brings  steamy yet comfortable temperatures in the 80’s and relaxing breezes in our humble town. Flowers have bloomed and brought vivid colors to yards. The rich green grass is soft to my barefeet and cool to the touch.

 

 

It’s been awhile since I updated you all on our renovation and building projects. Some of you may remember my post last summer of my husband building his beautiful garage/barn. It’s pretty much finished besides pouring a cement floor and we need to purchase two industrial sized doors. We feel very proud of this structure and by chance it’s foundation is built where the old barn stood many years ago. This was done by  accident, for we didn’t know, but what a wonderful coincidence, don’t you think?

 

A look at the garage last summer. Isn’t it spectacular?

 

 

This summer Tom has started siding our house with cedar shingles. This is where we tore down an attached shed, leaving original clapboard ( not in the best shape) and unfinished work and insulation from many years ago before we were owners. I feel like I should help but I’m not too confident of using the nailgun. I hand him the shingles, alternating between fat sturdy pieces and the thinner shingles and of course I gab the whole time to keep him company. Tom was smart enough to keep the awning up to keep him out of the sun and rain. Eventually we can enjoy that side of the house with light brown shingles and a new window installed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer is the one of the best times to create new gardens. Tom helped me dig out a space in the corner of our house facing the diningroom and the kitchen. I planted little purple coneflowers which hopefully will rise towards the sun in magnificent height. To compliment that color, I included coreopsis with a warm yellow glow. While it’s pretty much done, I have a few finishing touches like the gorgeous bird bath my niece made and wait until you see what it’s made from! But that post will come later so be looking for it in a week or two.

 

 

 

August not only brings warm pleasant temperatures, but family! Tom’s mother, Theo, has visited all the long way from Lake Wales, Florida. She arrived last week with Tom’s sister Pam and her husband Jim. After a long tedious day of traveling, I served my chili for dinner. It was a little different than what I usually concoct because at the last minute I added garden zucchini and I think that was a great decision!

 

We’ve spent the week talking, eating wonderful meals and  enjoying the outside with walks(one walk through our town took 4 hours and about 6 miles). We also visited Tom’s sister Bev and her husband Chris last weekend in Easthampton, Massachusetts. It was a great drive down on 91 and the trip was a little under three hours. Bev and Chris are immersed in a challenging renovation project, a huge three story home on a quaint small town street. They are restoring it to its original state, which takes time and patience. They reside upstairs and eventually they will rent the bottom half to responsible renters. I look forward to seeing their progress the next time we visit.

 

During our weekend we explored the bike path on that area, walking in shady and sunny parts and met the nicest people. Bev pointed out how many dads walk their children there and we saw families taking advantage of the trail. Bev served us scrumptious scallops and a lovely hearty breakfast of blueberry oat pancakes. It was special spending time with Bev, Chris ( I love how he laughs at my jokes, one of the few), my niece Michele and of course Theo. It was a magical weekend and I didn’t want to say goodbye but I was itching to hit the road and make the trip up 91 to home.

 

As August has started, the summer clock is ticking away and I glance now and then at the calendar. I believe that I have to be back at school in three weeks. But as the clock continues to tick outrageously fast, I intend to savor the rest of the summer and welcome what happens in those days.

Theo, my mother in law and my husband Tom, after a long day of work for him.

Theo and I are camping in a cabin at a campground north of us for about five days. In that time I won’t be posting or responding to comments but I will rejoin you all when I get back home. I’ll be sure to jot down notes and take pictures of my adventures. Blessings to you all and your families.

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

Happy Fourth of July!

 

Good Morning to you all from the far north of the United States, just a day before our Fourth of July celebration. As a younger girl this holiday meant family cook-outs, festive fireworks displays, watermelon, outside games and swimming and the start of the fun summer season. As I age with a grown family and I’ve seen a little bit of the world, I recognize the true significance of this day in this country. It’s a day of remembrance of when our forefathers came together as one and created this special nation independent of Great Britain and the King. It’s time for Americans to salute the old glory of stars and stripes and pay homage to this great nation!

 

 

 

 

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The Stars and Stripes

 

 

 

I have to dive into politics and recent criticisms of our President momentarily because  I’ve been really discouraged and truthfully, pretty embarrassed while watching all the news of him.  Despite this, four years passes by quickly (let’s hope) and hopefully our people will pick a stronger and honorable leader, someone capable of leading our great nation. Whatever circus is churning and scandals that arise, our country is still beautiful and we experience precious freedom that many around the world just don’t have. Many countries are jealous of what we have and terrorists praise the divisions that exist right now, especially between Democrats and Republicans. This is when we should push our differences aside and get the work done for all of us.

 

 

Tomorrow our family will have a quiet cook out in our yard with hummingbirds racing from flower to flower and hopefully some well needed sunshine to warm our souls. Later we may hit the fireworks not far away and see all the blazing color light up the night. It’s a restful and low key day without the hoopla of big parties or parades, but that’s what we desire and enjoy.

 

 

As we indulge in these little celebrations, I’ll be thankful for my freedoms and put politics aside for a day or two.  This land continues to be my forever home and as an American, I salute all the active and past troops that have defended our great country!

 

To my fellow bloggers, happy writing and have a joyous week! To fellow Americans, I hope you all have a festive and safe Fourth of July!

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

 

 

 

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Tom grilling last year and this year we’re doing a beer can chicken on the grill! Talk about a redneck picnic!

Tall Pine

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A side glance at tall pine to the right during the fall season. 
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Tall pine thriving during a snow storm. What a beauty!

 

 

Tall pine majestically towers over our yard

magically scattering pine needles upon the grass and in the garden.

It’s the last of the neighborhood kind…

except one other

several hundred feet up the road.

Perhaps it’s guarded for a hundred years

and seen families come and go!

If it could murmur our stories

what would it share of us all?

It’s weathered the storms and treacherous winds,

constantly shedding limbs but still remains mighty!

In spring and summer it scatters needles here and there.

Bold frosty winter coaxes pine to  rest

as it holds heaps of snow

upon its branches.

 

Our home was once called ” the Pines” ,

where these giant trees encompassed the acres,

four bold beauties just in our front view.

 

Will Tall Pine remain while we live and love here?

Will it be struck down in front

of our bewildered eyes?

We just don’t know it’s fate!

In the meantime we look up at it

and revel in it’s enormous beauty and stature.

It deserves this place,

a sacred spot on our land

and in our hearts.

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

 

 

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The Jubilant Days of June

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A little Goose family trekking along the town cemetery

 

 

In the jubilant days of June…

I awake to spreading goosebumps

and a chill from cool

and refreshing morning air.

Little enchanting birds

sing their triumphant

melody in tandem.

Their familiar sing song stirs

my rising soul.

A pleasant wake up call

simply soothes.

No shocking alarm clock

this morning!

Thank goodness

for nature’s peace!

 

 

 

A family of geese waddle

along the cemetery green,

parading proudly and always

together.

Suddenly the  mesmerizing sun

glows amid the clouds

and I whisper,

“Welcome back dear old

Sunshine!”

“Please stay awhile!”

 

Long lost winter dreams

melt away with the sun,

as picnics and bare feet

take over.

The jubilant days of June….

must linger and stay.

That’s my wish!

 I  cherish all of its gifts 

with a contented sigh.

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

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Woodsy Neighbors in Spring

 

 

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An early morning presents nature at it’s best,

with my cup of coffee and quiet moments.

Frosty air and clear skies welcome wild

encounters.

Proud and skittish deer skirt the woods edge.

I notice that something lures them closer to the road.

It’s salt that the plow trucks scattered and

they lick it cautiously and look up now and then.

A gray squirrel performs a trapeze act in the nearest tree.

Mysterious tracks were left in the

depths of night.

A fox, perhaps?

 

 

Hilarious turkey theatrics

amuse as the Tom fans his goods

and courts all the surrounding hens.

Chickadee birds flutter and tweet, a song dear to my heart.

All the woodsy neighbors politely co- existing,

share the space with respect

and love for our home.

Upon watching these creatures’ presence

I am simply amazed!

With this week’s sporadic rain showers

and a dampness in the air,

snow piles are shrinking and brown grass

becomes uncovered.

Waiting for heavenly rich green grasses,  

this morn I spied my first robin

on the lawn!

A sure sign of spring!

 

What spring signs are you seeing now?

 

All My Best,

 

Heart and Soul

 

 

 

 

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The Mysterious Motorcycle

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In a quaint little town on its main

an infamous landmark still remains

It’s a wondrous unusual delight

to see such a mysterious sight

It dangles from a twisty tree

For all passersby to admire and see

Rusted chrome and handlebars facing the street

The long lost engine and gas tank, incomplete

Suspended on a limb, it swings in the breeze

This blue motorcycle is quite a tease

As long as I can remember it’s been there

A mystery to wonder about and share

Whose bold bike was this, that is not too clean

A middle aged fellow, a woman or teen

What’s the real story that’s hidden in its frame

Is it someone’s legacy or was it a fun loving game

Did the owner ride with intense glee

and glide with the wind just to be free

I may never know or learn of his fate

But I can wonder and try to relate

I do know whoever rode in its day

Hung it proudly in his yard to stay

A steady symbol for all that love the ride

Grasp the handlebars and drive with pride.

As long as I can remember this motorcycle has greeted me while traveling through Bartlett, New Hampshire. It’s one of those mainstays that you don’t even think about but look for it every time. It handsomely swings in a lone tree in a front yard. This wonder reminds me of years ago traveling through Franconia Notch ( just minutes from my home) and searching for the Old Man on the Mountain. You had to look carefully but it was always there, greeting you, a mainstay until it fell in May of 2003. Now I still forget and look sometimes, missing it’s presence. I feel the same about the dangling motorcycle and secretly hope it will always be there!

All My Best,

Heart and Soul ❤

 

In the Middle of the Night

 

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There was just silence that night. Snow fell continuous but with a quiet voice. Lying on my side, I slept in a dreamy slumber. My husband was out plowing all night, so I’m deeply surprised that I could sleep. My cat Smokey was restless, scampering up and downstairs, instead of his usual sleep on our bed. Whenever Tom is out plowing, the cat patrols up and downstairs, with a determination that’s unmatched. Once he arrives home, our ebony black friend greets him with vigor and then goes to bed.

 

 

 
I dreamt in a tranquil state. Suddenly I heard a loud noise! It jolted me up and I wearily glanced at the clock,  a blaring red 2:00 am shined at me. What in the world? I asked myself. It was my car down below in the driveway, starting up! Light rays glowed over the driveway, projecting shadows on my ceiling. I sat there propped up in bed in disbelief!

 

 

 

 
Half asleep, I lay there thinking that it was just a dream. I quickly went back to sleep dreaming of crazy cars in my driveway and flashes of light streaming from vehicles. When I awoke at 4:30 am, I trudged downstairs, pretty much forgetful of the occurrence. As I padded to my coffee pot and stretched my arms up, I sleepily glanced out my kitchen window. No car was there! I blinked and double checked. Sure enough… my eyes were truly seeing that my car was gone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thrust my pink plush robe on and slipped on my big boots and jacket. The detective in me came to life, as I ventured outside to see if there were any clues around the house.  Frosty air sent shivers up my spine. Clutching our big spotlight flashlight, I spotted huge boot tracks embedded in the snow, right to our doorstep. A little voice within told me to walk around the house. The mysterious tracks wrapped around our house leading to the side dirt road. This led me to believe that the intruder/ thief came from this dark road.

 

 

 

 
Frantically I called the state police, who police our little town. It takes some time for them to arrive, which is quite unsettling in an emergency. I never got a phone call back or a visit but it’s okay and I’ll explain that. There I was in disbelief that this horrendous act could actually happen in my small town. I had left our house unlocked for Tom because he knew he would be tired from work and not want to wrestle with his key.

 

 

 

 

Two hours later while my anxiety was through the roof and I was waiting for the police to call, I messaged my mother in law for support. She’s always been there for me and this was no different. Awhile later, Tom called. He told me to call back the police and cancel. In the middle of the night, he  had gotten the plow stuck a mile up the dirt road. Unfortunately he had to walk down in the dark and cold to our house. Coy dogs chanted their calls and the night was pretty dark as he made his way down the road. Hurriedly he took my car to get back to the shop in order to grab the other vehicle.

 
What’s the lesson from this story? Don’t jump to conclusions right away. Write your wife a quick note that you have the car. Lock the door when your husband is away at night and make sure he has the key.

This proves that a little nail biting excitement does occur in a small town! Now I have a story to tell and I’m relieved that  my car is here! This story has a happy ending and I’m thankful for that!

 

 

All My Best,

Heart and Soul