The garden is so appealing at this time of year. It’s satisfying to clean things up and trim bushes. I bought some chrysanthemums and snapdragons so I’ll be ready when the zinnias fade…but until then, I don’t know what to do with them. Maybe I was too hasty.
I spent quite a while in the hot sun on Friday and Saturday, enjoying the pungent smell of the santolina that I was shearing down to stubs. It reminds me of the sagebrush of the desert or the bushes that grow at the beach. I met this mantis there. After I studied him and followed him for a while I had to get back to work, and I couldn’t notice if he went into the lavender or the rosemary, both of which had more hiding places remaining. I wonder which herby scent he likes best?
I cleaned up the bed where the Mexican Evening Primrose grows, hoping that it will look like this again next spring. It’s a great plant for dry California summers, only needing water a couple of times all summer long.
My friends and relations have been so good to me lately. I recently told you about Garden Doll who was a gift from my goddaughter. Last month another good friend went to South Carolina and brought me back an Appalachian story-telling doll, who is Little Red Riding Hood, the grandmother and the wolf all in one doll, if you just turn it upside down or switch the bonnet around. I can’t wait to show her/them to the little grandchildren.
My Dear Pennsylvania Cousin and I had been talking about Rumer Godden’s books, when she discovered this copy of The Mousewife on her shelf, and promptly mailed it to me. I read the story last night and — what a blessing! I may never have read that one otherwise, because the blurb I saw about the story made me think ill of the mousewife. Instead, I found her to be nothing less than a kindred spirit and an inspiring example.
Dolls and books, friends and flowers — sounds pretty typical for me, maybe. But no, each encounter has been a unique and new treat. I guess I couldn’t tell you about all of the things I’m thankful for recently, or I’d be writing all day to do them justice. And I like to take some time to browse the good things in other blogs, too.
Which reminds me: I’m pretty sure there are people reading my blog who never comment, and maybe some of you have your own blogs that I don’t know about? If so, please tell me sometime! And to everyone: May your week be full of pleasant encounters with unique gifts.
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I must order The Mousewife! The storytelling doll is wonderful! (BIG HUG!)
Gardening, reading, dolls . . . all lovely pursuits. My mom loved dolls too. Not sure why it didn’t get passed on to her three daughters! But I can appreciate them nonetheless. Your storytelling doll sounds like fun. Something to share with grandchildren! Have you read Miss Plum by Rumer Godden? I cannot remember if you have mentioned that. Dolls are a big part of the story.
The storytelling doll is such a clever idea! Now you’ve piqued my interest about that book. I only have one of Rumer’s books and a long line of books in front of it. I think half the fun of books is knowing you’ll never run out of good things to look forward to reading! I really don’t know anybody in my area who loves to read the type of books I like. That’s why blogging is such a blessing. I’ve met so many wonderful people (like you!) who are kindred spirits in that way. l loved the comment you left on my blog. Yes, I keep buying more books. They just don’t seem to fit in the clutter category! Wherever I live I’ll always have bookshelves full of books! 🙂
I confess to being one of those who often visit your blog, enjoy it, but don’t comment.
Your pink Evening Primrose is lovely.
Such fun things! I’ve been enjoying your blog, and happy to have you visiting mine. 🙂