“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


A Little Lonely

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I’m a little lonely tonight. My Geek is out of town on business for a couple of days. How can you miss someone after only 14 hours? I guess it comes with having spent nearly every day with him for the past 15 years. My life is just not right without him here.

But he’ll be back soon, and of course he’ll call me each night he’s gone. Nonetheless, I miss him already and I’m counting the minutes until he’s home again.



Foggy Morning

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Yesterday it rained just a little; and today the air is still, which is unusual for our typically windy lot. The combination has created a perfect foggy spring morning.

I love the quiet of morning out here in the country. There is no hustle and bustle as the world awakens, no sound of cars or buses or trucks whizzing by. The world out here awakens at it’s own pace, peacefully, instead of at the forced pace of the busy city.

As I look out my windows, it’s like there is a thin white sheet hanging just outside the glass, softening the everyday vista. If I gaze very carefully, I can barely see the outline of the tops of the great dark evergreens across the road, though the road itself has been rendered completely invisible.

The closer trees, still bare as their leaves have not yet ventured out of their waiting buds, stand completely still like the soldiers who stand guard outside Windsor Castle. They look regal and ghostly in contrast to their usual playfulness. The arms that reach high above their heads, normally waving in jubilant praise to the Lord of the heavens, are today serene, solemn.

But the birds of the morning are undaunted. I only need to open my door to hear their joyful anthem, possibly the most beautiful of all the sounds to be discovered out here in our new home. The song is so lovely that I can hardly stop myself from flinging all the windows open wide to let it in, despite the chill of morning.

The gloom of fog and the chill of the air cannot daunt me now. Every day, as spring reveals itself in tiny steps of wonder, my spirits rise and my mind is cleared of the fog that has held it captive during the long winter months, which are now finally behind us and soon to be forgotten.

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Dare I hope?

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I am reluctant to do so for fear of once again having my hopes dashed by another onslaught of winter.

I've heard that this long winter has triggered an outbreak of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder). I'm not sure how they can tell that, but I think we will all be breathing a huge sigh of relief once we are sure that the winter of 2008 is gone for good.



6-10 Inches...In April!

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Winter is still hanging on. Is this going on everywhere or is it just us poor slobs in Wisconsin and Minnesota that are still enduring wintery weather?

We had a little hope last week. It got well into the 50s for a couple of days. Snow melted, and the birds broke out their best songs for spring. It was truly amazing. Sure, we heard birds in the city, but nothing like out here in the country. When I opened the door on Saturday morning, it was like opening the door to a choir singing the Hallelujah Chorus. It was beautiful. I just stood there and soaked it in, with a little sun to boot.

But now it’s cold and snowing again, and we’re supposed to get 6-10 inches by Saturday. My husband doesn’t believe me when I tell him that I am despairing of spring ever coming this year. Of course, in my head I know that it will come. Logic and experience and plain old common sense tell me that of course spring will come just like it always does. But the purely emotional part of me really is despairing of ever seeing green things again.

Just to give you an idea, here’s what a part of my yard looked like last week...

...and here’s what it looked like earlier this week...

In the meantime, though, I’m using the sensible part of my brain to make garden and landscaping plans. Here are some pictures I took last week along with explanations of what we want to do.

Right about where the biggish tree is in the middle of this picture, that’s where my veggie garden is going to go. It flattens out just a little there, but there is enough of a slope above it to bring in lots of nutrient-rich run-off each spring, and enough of a slope below it to help it to drain nicely. (That's my very amateur analysis anyway.) The tree can be cut down with absolutely no regret because it (along with 95 percent of the trees on our lot) is a boxelder tree: not particularly attractive even with leaves, and a boxelder bug attractor which means it’s got to go!

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This may not look like much, but it is going to be transformed into a lovely terraced flower garden. It’s hard to tell, but you’re looking downhill here and while it looks straight across it’s actually a curved area that wraps around in front of the house.

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Here is our front walk as it looks currently, complements of our builder. We will be completely re-designing this walk, making it not only level, but nicely curved and inviting.

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We have lots and lots of clay, so without any grass planted yet, all the melt-off has turned our yard into sinky mud...

...which turns boots and pants into this.

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And just to show that there is some glimmer of hope (or was a week ago – at this very moment it's snowing like crazy and there is about 1/2 far) ...
...something green, though I’m not sure what... moss is growing everywhere under all the dead grass and weeds...

...and best of all, the irises I transplanted from our city house last year seem to have survived the winter! Maybe there is hope after all.

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3 A.M. Thoughts

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Thoughts that were running through my head last night while lying in bed, unable to sleep...

If a cat is going to gack at 3:00 a.m., at least he could have the decency to NOT gack on the only clean pair of pants I have to wear to work in the morning. But hey, at least now I'm awake to wash the pants he gacked on. Now that's irony.


How ironic is it that on the very night after my husband tells me he heard that bed bugs are back (apparently they were nearly extinct as of the 70’s), something bites my ankle in the middle of the night and makes it itch.


Am I so dirty that I have bedbugs? Maybe it was just a spider. Yeah, because that’s so much better.


Is that a bug crawling on my leg? Why does my head itch? I just washed my hair before bed.


I really need to wash these sheets tomorrow – and the comforter too.


I am so glad I don’t have to go to the laundromat to wash the comforter anymore. Five bucks is a ridiculous price to rid my head of bed bug fears.


I remember when I was a kid and a load of laundry at the laundromat was like 50 cents. And the washing machines all had the little slider coin plate thing with quarter-sized holes. I used to think that was just the coolest. You put quarters in the slider, push it in, and like magic, the quarters disappeared! Funny how disappearing money isn’t nearly as entertaining as it used to be.


Well, the washer is done. I guess I might as well get up and flip it to the dryer since I’m still awake anyway.


Hmmmm. Methinks I smell a blog post coming on.

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