Thursday, January 17, 2013

Another day at Plum Cottage


It’s Thursday morning, traffic is just waking up 5:50 a.m., I’ve been awake since around 3:30, got up at 4. Had a good sleep last night and I am thankful for that.

Here’s a picture taken looking out into the dark from the scullery. Everywhere I look in our little cottage, and around our little haven/compound, I see love, encouragement, inspiration. Oh how I miss my DH, but really he is here all over the place, if you know what I mean. We have lived here since the summer of 1973. We’ve had up and down times, and were blessed that the up times were much more than the down. My heart and mind are flooded with loving, fun memories, of the hard work done around here. Of times when we were strengthened by God and our love for each other.  I am thankful for so much.


Our winter weather is certainly very mild, bordering on the beginnings of summer, although chilly weather is predicted and that will most definitely be nice.

One of my sweet followers asked me: What is weed wacking? She lives in the land down under and they might have another term other than the one DH and I used. I use my weed wacker to trim around things. I didn’t really take any photos so will have to do that in the next couple of days while it looks fresh.

My weed wacker is electric, you can get gas models, but I like electric better even if I have to pull the extension cord around. I had never had to restring the wacker, so had someone at work show me how to do it. Only when I started using it yesterday, it wouldn’t spit the string out automatically. I thought, oh that’s just great. I unplugged it, took it back to the outdoor workbench, unsnapped the cap, pulled out more string, and tried again. It still didn’t work, so back to the bench once again and I looked at the thing, after taking the part that holds the string out I saw that there’s a little plastic lever in there that I shifted to how it looked like it ought to be, plugged it back in, started wacking and EUREKA it worked. That was another accomplishment for me. Oh, and I cleaned most of the crud from underneath. Smile



Yesterday I repotted this gardenia bush. It is loaded with buds. I can hardly wait to go outside this morning to take in the lovely scent. It is one of my all time favorites and one of my earliest memories of Florida. My grandmother had a bush in her yard and the scent was and still is intoxicating to me.


Yesterday just before noon my boss called and asked if I was ready for him to pick up the dragons pictured below. (He’s putting them in the shop on consignment for me.) DH and I bought these many, many years ago when we had our little antique shop. DH did some restoration on them, then we hung them in the shop. They did not sell there as we lost the shop soon after, because the landlord decided he wanted the shop and gave us 30 days to get out, he was not renewing our lease, after 8 years. (By the way, he lasted 2 years.) We moved to another location, found out after we moved in that it had a leaky roof, and that road construction was going to be starting there shortly. That did it.  We had given it our best shot, and we just wanted out of the whole business, so we auctioned everything off, well, except for a few things, and this pair of dragons was something we kept. We had them hanging on the pole barn front posts until we closed the space in, then we were going to put them over the two windows on the front of the workshop, but didn’t quite make it. They were sitting close and it was one of our next projects. (Actually, we’ve said over and over that the landlord doing that to us was really a blessing, although we certainly didn’t think so at the time. We were devastated.)

These are wonderful works of wrought iron art. The story we got when we bought them is that they came off a mansion in Palm Beach before the mansion was torn down. They were probably made in the early 1920’s. The iron is thick bars in some spots that has been split and bent, and twisted. Just fabulous.




This is how they look upright. This was after they were freshly restored. Being out in the weather has given them a nice patina. They are 8 ft. tall and 3 ft. from wall to snout.


After my boss left I had one of my worst crying jags yet. A piece of ‘us’ had just left. It made me realize just how much I’ve lost physically. Memories are what I have now. No chance to make new ones together, we made our memories. Someone once said we fit each other like a hand in a glove and that was oh so true. Oh how my heart aches.

This is the space where they had been sitting. After my cry, I went out and worked on the space. Dear Mark had a quirky since of humor which I loved. He could always make me laugh. He cut one of the wheels down from this old camper turned stationary caravan, and sunk the hubcap, then put the wheel up to it so that it looks like it is stuck in the sand. I see that I’ve got to do some other arrangement for over the tiny a.c. unit. We just had that there temporarily.


So, that was my day yesterday, a roller coaster of emotions. Some joy and some sorrow. I felt Mark and his love throughout the day. I felt the love and strength of God flowing through and surrounding me also.

The verse for yesterday was this:

Be of good courage,

and he shall strengthen your heart,

all ye that hope in the LORD.


With that I will close this post.

May you all be of good courage.

FlowerLady Lorraine


gld said...

You were blessed to have had each other. Some never have that....

I like that you are accomplishing something each day. My mother always felt like she had to do one thing above her daily chores or she had wasted her day. That may have been a little excessive but I still like the idea too.

I hope the dragons bring a wonderful price. They are special and someone will surely see that.

Bernie H said...

I think your courage is pretty evident every day as you adjust to your new life.

Those dragons are just fantastic. What a shame they had to leave your garden. The story you told about their history was a story of a blessing in disguise!!

I too grow Gardenias and the perfume is my favourite as well. I think it's possibly even better than the perfume of Roses.

As for weed-whacking, over here Downunder we call it whipper-snipping. I think in the U.K. they call it strimming. Isn't it amazing the different terms we all come up with.

I just adore the caravan. Such a great quirky creation. Is there much more to do to finish it off?

Sunray Gardens said...

It's surprising what you can do on your own when necessary isn't it? You will continue doing what you need to do.
Cher Sunray Gardens

Amrita said...

Take care Lady

I like your weed wacker, wish i had one too.
Love the wrought iron piece

Tracy said...

Blessings to you as you take on this new phase of life without your beloved husband! So sorry for your loss...

Coffee Lady said...

Bless your heart.

Lynn said...

The planters beside your new steps to the caravan look great. What a wonderful welcome as you come up the path. At the co-op yesterday they were selling strawberry plants. I was tempted . . .

lemonverbenalady said...

You are just so inspirational, FL! Keep moving forward and oh, yes, keep the crud cleaned from under the string trimmer. It will last forever! Sorry you had to give up the dragons. They are so fierce looking and beautifully made. Nothing is like that anymore! Well, we are freezing here. As it should be! Sending positive energy your way, my friend. xxoo LVL and The Herbal Husband

Leslie said...

Those dragons are really special. You have such an eye for beauty.

Nancy J said...

Lorraine, we call it a weed-eater, when I had to use it after Hugh's hospital visit, he explained how to get more line out, Have the power not on full, and really thump it onto the ground quite hard, Miracle!! The line extends, but I am not sure if yours would do that, ours is a petrol, pull cord start. Dragons, stunning, Yes, another of the material things of life, I hope there is a happy new home waiting. Greetinghs from Jean.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Takc care
thinking of you.
In town today
and I drove by the garden center
to see if anything came in :)
can't wait to get outside.
I miss roses
so damp here by the woods and shady where my garden is located
only one bush lived.
May try 2 climbers in front of cottage on screen piorch - total sun area...

Rebecca said...

You can just imagine how thrilled I was to see another picture of the caravan... :)

Not sure I'd seen those dragons before! Wow. I'll go back and read again, but can't think if you said what you'd done in or planned for the space they'd been occupying.

ANYone would have shed a tear or two at parting with them. You certainly are entitled. ♥

Linda said...

I enjoy reading the comments others leave you. The journey continues doesn't it. I hope it will get easier soon. How are you? Are you taking care of yourself? Hugs.

Cheri Farnell said...

Love you dragons Rainey. They are beautiful, and I don't usually like dragons. I love to watch the picker shows on TV to see what that find and get the history of them. I wish we had places to pick around here. Keep up the good work in your sanctuary. I too remember the gardenias in grandma's yard and love the smell but have a hard time growing them. Much love to you my big sister. Cheri

Rose ~ from Oz said...

Lorraine, I think your garden is oh so creative, the wrought iron dragons are just magnificent! and you've had a time on the emotional roller coaster. Keep your faith and courage flowing dear Lorraine.
PS: I did smile in your last post in that while you 'weed whack' over there we are 'whipper-snippering' down under!

Ruth's Photo Blog said...

With each change we need to make comes another step in moving on. I can't tell you how many times I have cried over what others would think was a silly thing,but to me it wasn't silly.That little camper is cute.

sweetbay said...

There's nothing like the fragrance of a gardenia is there? I'm sorry you had to sell the dragons. They were wonderful.

sharon said...

yes getting rid of things is hard for some of us...we think we can save the person ,the time, the feeling....we have to give up everything...eventually....Lorraine would you feel comfortable with posting a wedding picture..i would love to see that

HolleyGarden said...

Good for you on restringing the weed whacker. I have never done anything like that, so I am impressed. Your gardenia is gorgeous. There is just nothing like their luscious perfume. The dragon pieces are amazing. I'm so sorry that your heart is aching so, but you have so many memories to cherish. I hope your roller coaster of emotions evens out soon.

~Gardener on Sherlock Street said...

My goodness what a day.