Our little cottage at the edge of the woods, as we fondly call home, has been teeming with life and beauty. Of course there’s often a bully that tries to ruin the fun!
I found some great treasures at a rummage sale Saturday morning, had a wonderful surprise for Mother’s Day and enjoyed a beautiful day with Wayne and the “kids.”
I’m very excited to announce that Wishy the Bookwork Chipmunk, a digital children’s book, is now available for pre-order at Amazon! He enjoyed a fancy feast to celebrate. I’ve created a book page on my blog for all the exciting details. Please check it out and consider sharing the link with friends who might enjoy it!
I am so saddened to learn about the passing of Barbara Bush. She has been a personal inspiration to me for two very specific reasons that I’d like to share here that were encapsulated in this one excerpt:
In 1980, George ran for president. There were endless receptions, luncheons, dinners and fundraisers. For the campaign, Barbara had to choose an official cause. She picked literacy, which became a lifelong passion. “I realized everything I worried about” – teen pregnancy, hunger, homelessness, drug use, crime – “would be better if more people could read, write and comprehend,” she later recalled. She was also pressured to change her image, with some family members urging her to “color my hair, change my style of dressing and, I suspect, get me to lose some weight,” she later recalled, driving her to tears. Jane Pauley of NBC opened a television interview by asking her: “People say your husband is a man of the ’80s and you are a woman of the ’40s. What do you say to that?” Barbara, though stung, declined to alter her matronly image, which instead helped her become one of her husband’s most powerful political assets. A critic, Andrew Sullivan of The New Republic magazine, called her “America’s queen mother” whose “mastery of frumpy do-goodery is, of course, modeled on the Windsors.”
When Wayne asked me to marry him last summer he did not have a ring; he said he wanted me to pick one out. I was truly grateful because I definitely did not want a traditional solitaire this time around. A second wedding later in life is about doing it your way. Any wedding should be that way but we know how easy it is to get caught up in what’s expected or worry about what others will think. For example, there is a stigma against smaller sized diamonds; bigger is supposed to be better.
The next day we went ring shopping locally. A lot has changed over the past twenty years of rings! There were more options, but most everything I saw was NOT ME. There was no dearth of multiple diamonds in garish settings as if marketing departments determined that’s all any bride-to-be would wear. I wanted something sparkly yet low-profile, elegant, understated and vintage inspired (of course). Continue reading “A Second Proposal”
Wishy and I did a little Easter photo shoot. We hope you enjoy it.
Can you spot him on the “mountain” which is my forsythia covered with snow? I didn’t think I’d see him until the snow melted! He’s not as fortunate as Chippie whose burrow entrance is protected from the snow by my deck. (I also shovel a little path to her foyer entrance.) Even so, ain’t no mountain high enough to keep him down! Minutes later Wishy ran over to me and I took some of the more comical pics of him yet!
Last Friday morning I looked through my kitchen window to see if the latest snowstorm had yet begun. I was completely shocked to see a chipmunk sitting on the deck! I didn’t think I would see our court jesters until April. My heart sang as I yelled out to Wayne that it appeared that Wishy was outside. He was last seen at the end of November. I put my coat over my pajamas and ran to the deck. He let me get close to him to take his pic but didn’t visit long before he ran across the yard. But was it really him? And if it was, did my other pal, dear little Chippie, survive the winter or would I soon come to realize she had passed away after her autumn attack?
Now that chipmunk season is almost a wrap-up, it seems like there is a bit of an “after hours” type party happening. I didn’t realize until Chippie’s departure into her burrow that she was quite the watchdog. Chippie reigned from the perch of our deck, chased away other chipmunks from our garden and guarded her territory– that I knew. I also knew that she and her nemesis, El Chippo, were always chasing one another. In her absence he enjoyed a couple of days of playing and jumping on the formerly forbidden places. As an example, I watched him leap from the deck into the garden and then slide down the tomato stakes like a little fireman. Fortunately we had finished harvesting the garden for the season. Then even he went underground and two new characters showed up: Long Tail Sally and Wishy.