Muriel Bujega told workers at St. Christopher’s Hospice she wanted to be reunited with her brother Colin, who she’d not seen for almost 15 years. Nurse specialist Phoebe Mooney eventually found Colin volunteering in one of St. Christopher’s fundraising shops. Read more about this story and the reunion in this article from The Good News Network.
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Namibia for Life to Protect 24% of the Country
The Enduring Earth collaboration has secured an initial $63 million in public and private funding to permanently conserve more than 24% of the country of Namibia and to enhance opportunities for 283,000 people. The project, Namibia for Life, was launched on May 20, 2026. Read more about this initiative and Namibia’s history of conservation in this article from World Wildlife.
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A Texas Fire Station Takes in a Homeless Dog and Helps the Man who Left Him
A fire station in Fort Worth serves as a “safe baby site,” where desperate parents can leave a baby they are unable to care for. Recently, a dog was left at the firehouse with a note that said, “His name is Jake…If you really care about helping babies, please help my baby.” It turns out, Tom, who left Jake, had been homeless for two years after his landlord said he could not keep his dog. Read about how the Fire Station gave Jake a home and helped Tom, too. This moving story from CBS News includes a video from Steve Hartman On the Road that’s worth sitting through the commercial.
(I originally found this story at the FB page of Godbey Creek Canine Rescue who rescued Luke in Saturday’s post.)
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Saving Swifts in Scotland
Thanks to Laura Newhampshire for this good news video about swift bricks being included in newly built houses.
Today’sprompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “coincidence.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
Some people do not believe in coincidences. It’s possible that events that seem unrelated are really related in ways we do not understand. I do not believe it’s a random coincidence that David found me again right after my daughter graduated from high school in 2011, five months after I promised myself to stop looking for a partner until after she graduated, telling myself, “Maybe then I’ll have some of my own adventures.
Fast forwarding to this week, it’s no coincidence that my itching and burning skin condition flared up again after I spent a lot of time in the sun volunteering with dogs at the shelter. I suspect brachioradial pruritis – where the brachial nerve is compressed in the neck and sends signals to the arms, neck, or back that are misinterpreted as itching or burning. It’s often triggered by sunlight and common in fair skinned women with a history of sun damaged skin (me)…. either that, or I’m suddenly allergic to the sun. I wore long sleeves and a hat in spite up the temps being in the upper 80s, but my neck got a bit of sunburn… anyway, I’m getting physical therapy for my neck and continuing to explore options. Ice and lidocaine help. Anyone ever have this?
I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that the fifth dog that belonged to the woman found dead in her home last week was rescued right in the nick of time, after I prayed and asked my daughter to pray. The other four dogs had been adopted. But Luke, growled and barked at everyone so was labeled “aggressive.” We thought he’d be euthanized since his week was up. But a rescue organization agreed to take him and with help from Luke’s previous pet sitter, and some chicken, he finally came out of his cage for transport to the rescue. He was just traumatized like the rest of his pack who lost their leader.
The five dogs had been taken to animal control, a small rural county facility, immediately after their caregiver was found dead. One dog, Georgia, kept being on my mind. She’s a big dog, ten years old and has arthritis. Not easily adoptable. I thought David would say no and tried to stop thinking about her, but when I asked, he said, “I have to meet her.” So, we went to meet her Wednesday and went back to bring her home Friday morning. I believe it’s going to work out. She’s a sweetheart, and I’m committed.
Below are photos of Georgia. The first one was taken by an advocate at the county animal control. The other two were taken yesterday in our backyard.
Today’s prompt is“impress” Use it as a verb, use it as a noun, use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
There’s something I want to impress upon you and myself, too. Life is short. We don’t know how much time we have. It’s getting shorter all the time.
This Saturday, I’ll be going to the funeral of my priest’s husband. Robert died at the age of 68 from brain cancer one year after his diagnosis. I did not know him well but wish I had. He was a presbyterian minister and had long hair and a beard. Our priest, Sarah, is also taking care of her 90-year-old mother. She took a sabbatical so she and Robert could take bucket list trips to Tombstone Arizona and the Grand Canyon before he died.
Yesterday, my daughter told me that her neighbor was found dead at home. Debbie was in her early 70s, like me. We don’t know the cause of death, but we know she had 5 dogs, 4 cats and a bird, and we think the dogs were taken to the county animal control facility, but we’re not sure. I met Debbie at county board meetings where we were both advocating for better laws and procedures for animals at the high kill animal control …. I want to say, jail, and this is stream of consciousness so…. you know what I mean. Debbie was feisty to say the least. We weren’t exactly close, but we became closer on Facebook since we are both old hippie types. She would send me memes and videos about animals and peace. She also sent me the following video about “conservative republican” senator Ben Sasse who did an interview with 60 minutes after he resigned from the senate.
Ben has stage four pancreatic cancer.
As you may know, I’m a democrat, but Ben Sasse is the kind of bipartisan person I would consider voting for anyway. He talked about how we need a lot more people in Washington who have a servant leadership mindset. He is one of seven republican senators who voted to convict Trump in his second impeachment trial. He’s the kind of person who maybe could bridge the great divide in the USA. in this interview, he talked about humility and the willingness to learn new things from people who are different. He talked about the center of life being your family, your neighborhood, and your community and that you can love these people, and then the maturity of that love can be transferred to a nation. He says the main job of government is to prohibit violence, so we come together on an equal playing field. Obviously, I don’t agree with everything he says. And obviously this section is not exactly following SoCS rules, but most of this post does.
It’s interesting that Debbie sent me this video about one month ago when she usually just sent me things about animals.
We don’t know when Debbie died. She lived alone except for her pets. Her yard person came over and when there was no answer at the door and she realized Debbie had not put her trash out, she called for a wellness check. The police found her yesterday.
What I want to impress is this: If you live alone and have pets, please make clear arrangements for your pets and for some kind of a check in schedule with somebody, like every day or every other day. I know we need to check on our neighbors and family who live alone, but don’t wait for that. People get busy. If you live alone, and they don’t check on you, just do a quick check in anyway. “I’m still alive and kickin,” Or if sick, let someone know. I know we don’t like to ask for help, but if you have pets, it’s for them.
Life is short. We don’t know when our time will be up. Don’t wait to say, I love you. I’m sorry. Let’s watch the sunset. Hold my hand. Or reach for a paw and hug your pet.
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Last week, I wrote about how much I loved the views driving to the shelter where I volunteer, but I only had photos from driving home. Below are some photos I took on the way there this week when there was no one behind me and I drove very, very slow. Do you see anything interesting in the clouds in the last photo?
Today’sprompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “life hack.” Use it way you’d like. Enjoy!
To be completely honest, I wasn’t exactly sure what “life hack” meant. Do you ever have gaps in your knowledge that surprise you? So, I had to look it up and realized I have always had life hacks. When I worked on my books, I learned I had to do my writing before I opened any social media or even email. Otherwise, I’d get distracted. Maybe I could have set a timer, but better not to even go there on social media.
Social media and I don’t have a love/hate relationship, it’s more like a like/dislike. But is WordPress considered social media? If so, I do enjoy WP, even though I don’t get to spend as much time here as I used to. Of course, we all have choices and so many possibilities. It’s not good for my body to sit too long. I used to stand at my computer for a while, but not lately. Getting up and stretching is maybe a life hack if I want to be healthy. When driving, I’m better off stopping and stretching every hour which slows me down, but in the long run, I can go further once I get to my destination.
Speaking of health, I had a massage today (Friday) which was long awaited after having done a lot of driving, last weekend. Then I had a blood test for Lyme and Rocky Mountain spotted fever. Monday, after taking Marley for a long walk, I found a tick in my hair! and dropped it in alcohol.
The tiny tick next to a penny
The next day, I found what itched like a tick bite on the side of my head. I had sprayed my ankles and shoes but didn’t think about my head. Anyway, I don’t usually get tested or prescribed antibiotics for every tick bite, because I’d be at the doctor a lot during warm weather. (Yes, I need to more careful about my head, but I have bought more light-colored clothes and often pull my white socks up over my pants, not caring if it looks weird. I guess those could be life hacks.) Something told me to go to the doctor this time. Maybe because I’ve been feeling achy and tired, but this could just be a common cold since I have a sore throat. It could also be a reaction to the colonoscopy prep from Wednesday’s routine (10 year) procedure. Don’t get me started (SoC) on that prep, but the first swallow of the solution made think, Is this s#*t safe for human consumption? Plus, I did not get a lot of sleep…
The good news is that the colonoscopy results were okay. Just one little polyp removed. It was recommended that I go back for another in seven years. We’ll see how I feel about that in seven years. Right now, I think I might be too busy.
I suppose I could think of more life hacks, like I just made vegan “parmesan” by putting cashews, nutritional yeast, and garlic powder in the little “bullet” blender. But continuing to think about examples of life hacks would not necessarily be writing in stream of consciousness mode. Life Hack is a strange term to me. Like if you hack away something that’s not good for you, then it’s good for your life. Like a cat hacking up a hairball. The word, hack, has a lot of meanings which makes it a good SoCS prompt. (Linda’s good at that.) Some meanings are negative, like hacking into a computer system not belonging to the hacker. There are also some horses called hacks, hackneys, or hack can mean to ride for pleasure.
Hack can also mean, to cope, in which case, may we all hack on!
Some of the driving I did last weekend was to western NC to take my granddaughter home after her spring break visit. Jess helped me volunteer at the shelter while she was here. One of the dogs was also named Jess. Then, my son drove us to nearby Tennessee for her guitar lesson, allowing me to take pictures from the passenger seat.
Jess and shelter dogsPracticing before lessonTennessee landscape from carTennessee scenery from car
Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “portrait.” Use it way you’d like. Have fun!
Where have all the portraits gone? I still have photos of grandkids scattered around the house and old school pictures of my kids. They still do school pictures, but I have not liked the ones I see lately. So many pictures these days are on our phones or digitally exist in the cloud of something along with our laptops.
The portrait setting on my phone takes good pictures sometimes by blurring the background when you want to focus on one item. I experimented with this today on this apple blossom.
Looking at it now, it seems to have a lot of white on it. Is that fungus? I probably should have sprayed it with neem oil before the blossoms. Now I have to wait till the blossoms are gone because I don’t want to disturb the potential pollinators.
Last spring, I was horrified to find Japanese beetles all over our two little apple trees, devouring the leaves, so I’ve been ready with the neem oil, which is good for bugs as well as fungus, if I recall correctly. I’m going to look at the little apple trees every day and be ready. That’s my goal. The neem oil is supposed to be more eco-friendly than some other options.
I’ll probably think of something else I would like to write about later with the prompt. But maybe not. Maybe that’s it.
Oh, yeah, I was thinking right after reading the prompt about a portrait of America and Norman Rockwell. My parents had a book of Norman Rockwell paintings. The book was falling apart, having provided many hours of enjoyment, so before letting it go, I took photos of my favorite pictures and will look for them in a minute. The stream of consciousness is pulling me along.
Portrait of America. Wasn’t that a TV show?
“America, where are you now, don’t you care about your sons and daughters? Don’t you know, we need you now, we can’t fight alone against the monster….”
That was from possibly the hardest rock album I ever owned. Steppenwolf, Monster. from 1969.
Okay, it’s not really hard rock, just hard truth.
Norman Rockwell was a very talented artist. Many of his paintings were funny. Some were serious, and some were dramatic. I decided to play it safe and just share his most iconic paintings along with the inscription from Mom to Dad.
Inscription
We have choices. Many choices.
Sometimes I just want to take care of my apple trees.
Sometimes I do a little more.
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Today’sprompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “distance.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
You’ve probably read here, and elsewhere, that sometimes we have to love people from a distance. That might be because a person is toxic and we’re trying to take care of our well-being. Or it might be because they moved away, or you moved away, or deployment in the military which makes me think of my parents when dad was in the corps for 20 years. Letters were the thing back then. Talking on the phone long distance was expensive.
David, my first boyfriend moved back to Connecticut with his family in 1972. I loved him, pined for him, from North Carolina. He wrote two letters and I wrote four. It as summertime and I was 16 so life went on. and on… Then in 2011, David found me again online. We had a long-distance relationship. Fortunately, we had cell phones by then, and it didn’t cost extra to call. My heart would beat faster as our regular 9pm calling time approached. Then we visited a few times, and he moved down to NC in the fall of 2012 after his company told him it was time to retire after 30 something years. Good timing! We got married in December of 2012.
Love can transcend distance. Prayer transcends distance. There’s even such a thing as reiki healing from a distance. My younger sister was killed in a car accident on her 16th birthday. A drunk driver hit her boyfriend’s car and killed both of them as they were going out to celebrate her birthday. That was so long ago. March 7 is the day she was born, two years after me. Today is her “heavenly birthday.” Though it’s easier to feel my father’s presence from heaven, I can also feel my sister, Mary Kaye’s presence, if I tune in to her. It’s vague. Or are these just memories?
My little sister, Mary KayeMary Kaye and Lobo
Sometimes, when I watch a Harry Potter movie, Harry’s friend, Hermione Granger reminds me of my sister.
Sometimes I imagine (or do I hear?) my father’s voice. Maybe I feel or hear him more because I have more memories of him. He died in 2017. I’m glad we got closer before he died. I only have 16 years of memories with my little sister. If she had lived, I think she would have been a nurse or something like a home health aid. She did not do well in school, but she volunteered regularly at a small home for disabled children in the 1970s. She was kindhearted and a free spirit. I guess I’m missing her today and wishing we could have had more time to work through our sibling rivalry. I wish my daughter, my son, and my granddaughter could have known her.
I did not mean to go into so much detail, but that’s the stream of consciousness for you. If Mary Kaye had lived and was alive today, she would have maybe gotten me to not take things so seriously. Maybe we could have sung together. My older sister, Linda liked to sing, too….. They would have encouraged me to sing and to enjoy life. Maybe they are encouraging that right now as I write this.
Take time to laugh, to sing, to play. Eat chocolate. Dance. Laugh some more. That’s what they’re saying to me. From a distance, or from right behind me.
My mother collected angels. They’re all angels now. Smiling, dancing, because I am listening to them.
I feel their feathery kisses on my cheek.
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Speaking of kisses, I got sloppy kisses from Cooper at the no-kill shelter where I volunteer.
Cooper is healing from a skin condition and is starting to put on weight. He’s great at fetch!
Cooper just wants to be loved. Not from a distance, but up close and personal. Dogs remind me to enjoy the gift of the present.
Here are a few more dogs from the no kill shelter which rescues exclusively from the high kill county facility.
Apollo Rocky Odie Milo Beautiful Ivy Spanky
There aren’t enough homes for them all. Please consider rescuing a homeless dog or cat.
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I wrote the above Friday night. This morning, I read that US airstrike was probably responsible for killing 165 people, mostly students at a school. I mention this because I want to be clear I am not oblivious to this horrible news. I am deeply sorry for the actions of the US government. This is sadder than anything personal that I wrote above, but it feels personal. Iran does not feel so distant today. It’s not enough, but I apologize for the actions of my government which does not feel like my government.
Today’sprompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘pre’.” Find a word that starts with “pre” and use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
This planet, Earth, is precious. If only more people would realize how precious our natural world is.
Time is precious. It zooms by even when we thought it was crawling. Time can be deceptive in that way.
The word precious means of great value. I didn’t look it up, I just think that’s what it means. Value. We value different things, but we all have things in common.
The word precious has sometimes been used in a derogatory way: Well, isn’t she precious, with a snarky tone (or maybe in a genuine tone which would be complimentary) Gollum in Lord of the Rings calls his object of addiction, the ring, “Precious.” That of course is creepy, so let’s not go there.
Now, I have an earworm of the song, Precious and Few … are the moments we two can share… from the early 70s I think. Sigh. I don’t want to write about that. Why not? I liked it in the 70s. But that was then and this is now. Now as in the present moment, a topic or focus on mindfulness meditation which I am trying to practice more.
Still, there’s something to be said for nostalgia – good memories. Like the ones that came up when we visited Wilmington for Fat Tuesday/Shrove Tuesday, Mardi Gras in a low key church potluck kind of way. We went to our old church in Wilmington because David missed the oyster roast/potluck they do every year instead of a pancake supper. We took Marley who was a very good boy and stayed two nights at a Kure beach motel that was very pet friendly.
Marley at Seabirds Motel Dog Yard
I had not predicted the strong feelings of nostalgia and discomfort as we drove across the Cape Fear River into Wilmington. It felt like we should turn left to go “home” to our old neighborhood. You don’t live in a house for almost 40 years and not feel like you’re supposed to go in that direction. We did not go that way. I miss the old neighborhood, but I think it’s the fond memories tickling my brain. I do NOT miss the abundance of mosquitoes, or the big cockroaches we called “waterbugs” so prolific in warm climates, or the heavy humidity of summer that does not lift at night. David and I both agreed we do NOT miss the traffic of a city growing so fast. I do not miss the parking meters, though I sometimes miss access to all kinds of stores and restaurants. I guess that’s where the traffic comes in. It was nice to smell the ocean, but it’s also nice to smell the earthy freshness of the foothills and nearby mountains.
Where we live now is closer to my grown kids and grandkids. Where we live now has FIREFLIES that will emerge soon! We see snow in winter and sometimes deer from the back deck. The summer nights are cool. Where we live now is where I prefer to be. I want what I have.
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow’s a mystery.
Today is a gift.
That’s why they call it, the present.
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Below are photos of Wilmington traffic, a restaurant I DO miss and a view of the river front from the bridge:
Wednesday noon traffic I DO miss this place. See ya later Wilmington!
Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “chapter.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!
One of the things I enjoyed when writing Trust the Timing, was organizing chapters. My favorite chapters were after the rebound from hell when I learned to love myself better and then of course when David found me again after 39 years. I guess I like organizing things in chapters. Not that I’m a neat person by any means.
Even if we’re not writing a book, it can be helpful to think of starting a new chapter in life, or at least turning the page and moving on from what was hard with lessons learned and still being learned. Moving from the coast to the foothills of NC was definitely a new chapter, maybe even a new part of the book of my life.
Pilot Mountain, aka Jomeokee
Life…… At 70, it seems like this is getting late in my book of life. Not the end, I hope, but there’s a lot more behind me than ahead of me. Then again, who knows what happens after death? Another life? I’d like to see all my dogs and live in a cabin in the woods with them. That would be my heaven. My family members can visit of course, sit on the front porch…., or live there, too if it’s a big cabin. No pearly gates for me, but a big cabin, lots of trees and a lake, that would work well. I’d have like a long vacation in that cabin before any new assignments, like as a guardian angel. God knows I owe them.
Why am I thinking about death? Well, it’s a part of life, right? The Buddhist monks I’m following online and in spirit teach that nothing is permanent. I like their idea of doing good works in someone’s name to deal with the grief of losing that someone.
Did you think you’d get away with not reading about the Walk for Peace in this post? Oh well. The venerable monks are on my mind a lot as they approach Washington DC, having walked through heat, cold, snow and rain after leaving Texas in the fall. I’ve been worried about who in Washington would welcome them and worried about their safety.
Well, I didn’t have to worry so much (my lifelong lesson). I recently found out the venerable monks will be welcomed at the National Cathedral in an interfaith ceremony on Tuesday. I saw this Thursday night on the FB page of Bishop Mariann Budde who asked our current president to have mercy on those who were afraid when she gave the inaugural homily at the cathedral. Makes me proud to be an Episcopalian.
The monks will also be going to the Lincoln Memorial, which is fitting. On Wednesday from 4:30 – 7:30 there’s a loving kindness mediation planned. Can you imagine thousands and thousands of people in the US and around the world meditation on loving kindness at the same time?
Maybe we can start a new chapter in the United States of America, a chapter of loving kindness and more peace. What a wonderful world it would be. I know it might take time, but Anything is possible.
I’m not expecting perfection, but we can do better. It starts with each one of us, individually.
In the meantime, lets enjoy the gifts of the present.
We’ve had a lot of snow lately:
May you and all beings be well, happy and at peace.
A Boy with Hunter’s Syndrome Makes Amazing Progress after New Gene Therapy, Bamboo Bioplastic,
Three-year-old Oliver Chu is the first child in the world to receive a gene therapy for Hunter’s Syndrome, a rare disease causing progressive damage to the body and brain often described as childhood dementia. In severe cases, patients usually die before the age of 20. But a year after starting treatment from Royal Manchester’s Children’s Hospital, Oliver appears to be developing normally.
“He’s like a completely different child. He’s running around everywhere, he won’t stop talking,” Ricky, Chu (Oliver’s dad)
Researchers in China have developed a new bamboo bioplastic which decomposes in soil in 50 days. They tested the bamboo alternative against several other types of commercial plastics, and it “matched or outperformed them in nearly every way.” Good Good Good has details HERE.
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California Bans Declawing Cats
In October, California joined New York, other US states, and several countries to ban the declawing of cats, an inhumane practice which involves amputating the first bone of each toe. Governor Newsom also signed two laws that crack down on “the puppy mill pipeline.” Read more at the Sacramento Bee.
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Louisiana State Prison’s First Father Daughter Dance
Louisiana’s largest maximum-security prison chose 29 men to attend its first father-daughter dance, reuniting fathers and daughters who had not seen each other in months or years. The event was hosted by God Behind Bars with hopes of inspiring hope. AP has the details HERE, and I hope you’ll take time to watch the moving video below:
Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “company.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
We don’t have company often, especially since covid, and I embraced my inner introvert. Who am I kidding. I didn’t have company much before that, though I did enjoy the occasional visit with good friends and have thrown a couple parties in my lifetime. It’s easier for me if there is a specific purpose, like singing or working on a project, not just random, vague socializing.
Dogs are the best company. They socialize by playing ball or getting a belly rub.
Artist: Stephanie Lambourne (found on FB)
I’m thinking about having an afternoon party for my 70th birthday in December. Singing will be a focus. Maybe some Christmas carols and old hippie peace songs. One of the best parties I ever had was over 20 years ago when friends took different parts singing the 12 Days of Christmas in my living room.
Last weekend, David and I went to the annual fundraising dinner for the no kill animal shelter where I volunteer. I participated in the silent and online auction and got this framed print:
We had talked in advance about not staying for the live auction. Last year it was too much noise, and we didn’t want to be out that late. So, we sat at a table near the exit for an easy escape. There was only one other couple sitting at the table – the woman is an artist who donated some artwork for the auction (so did I!)
Did I share the art I donated for the online and silent auction? Here it is:
Angel Dog and Cat on Rainbow Bridge by JoAnna of the Forest
I painted this specifically for the shelter fundraiser and got it professionally framed in silver. I don’t know what it went for. Doesn’t matter. Someone got it. I hope they love it.
Anyway, I enjoyed talking with this sweet young couple (younger than us and with kids at home) who were very much in love and also loved dogs. I found out the woman had once lived in Pilot Mountain like me. Now they have a small farm. I kept meaning to ask her where she had lived in Pilot but kept getting distracted. Finally, as we were getting ready to leave, I asked her. She said she had lived on the same highway that is now our address. Then she said she and her Ex-husband had remodeled a blue mobile home on a lot that is now overgrown.
“Was there was a reddish-brown house and a barn next door?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said with curiosity.
“That’s my house!”
She had lived right next door to where I live now!
I’d been wondering why the place had been abandoned since before we moved here a year and a half ago and wished someone would clean up the mess around the RV I see every time I walk Marley on that side of the property. The young woman told me she and her EX lived in the RV while they remodeled the mobile home. We told her we might be interested in buying the property if the price was right (especially if there is a mountain view.) She said she could see the mountain if she walked out to the pasture and that she’ll let her EX know implying it would be good for him to sell it. She told us about the original couple who owned our property and the woman, Evette, who was from Peru and planted all the wonderful flowers and herbs here. I’ve been wanting to know more about her. I’d heard she used to sell herbs at the farmer’s market.
It’s interesting that we just happened to sit at the same table as this young woman who used to live next door. Sometimes social events are worth the effort.
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The gallery relates to the marigold seed I planted in late summer near a daisy plant that had been slow to bloom from a pot. The marigold plant got really big but didn’t seem to want to bloom. Maybe it needed more sun, but they can dry out with too much sun. Just in the past month it developed an abundance of buds and is finally blooming as we approach frosty temperatures. Plus, there was a Halloween caterpillar that seemed lost, so I put it in a patch of weeds near a tree after the photo.
Anything is Possible! 