Sometimes Most times I feel so out of the loop it’s a very real struggle to pull up the ole woman bloomers and get on with it. “It” being everything, of course. On November 5, here, I wrote Dave a letter; it was the seventh year anniversary of his death and DANG if it didn’t roll over me like brand new! Well meaning People told me, “It’s been xx months or xx years or “a while” and why aren’t you over it?” Exactly how does one get over such a life changing event? Inquiring minds want to know. Thank God I had strong women on both sides of the family who, by example, showed how to grieve. Some women re-married while others didn’t but it wasn’t easy for any of them. What do women do who have no such role models? My heart breaks (it’s something so many have gone through and will go through, if you know someone who is alone… why?). One sure thing they taught me…grief is something we go through and even though grief comes back with a vengeance it also came to pass.
So, the ennui turned into despondence turned into depression turned into a nasty cold turned into something I’m still battling. Between heart sickness and epizootics, I’ve been sick and desolate since Christmas and posting but now it’s February so reference the ole woman bloomers atop and we’ll soldier on.
There have been good times such as Rosewood Cafe and Tea serving high tea…be still my beating heart…and a group of church women for a chin wag, fun, food and tea (especially blended for the Rosewood). One of my very favorite things in the entire world is High Tea and brings back such fond memories of London. Memories that need to be added to so…anyone up for a trip to London and further afield? Say Iona, Isle of Skye, Edinburgh…
Paul Davies is the real deal and serves the savories and sweets his wife prepares. That’s right, an English gent, aka The London Shoemaker, on the wrong side of the pond but for the right reason…true love! (wonder how that translates to an automobile and driving, eh?) I think these three photos of Paul are priceless!
And the guests (haha) of honour:
While in Tazewell, I bought an old church door, quite literally, off the hinges when the church wanted newer. Bless them! They got what they wanted and I got this
when a Mennonite crew came to work on barn and house. The sliding door shelters a room where smallish machines (leaf blower, weed eater and the like) will be kept under lock and key. Difficult to see but the “ceiling” is galvanized wire panel because I didn’t want a dropped ceiling as I needed to keep the overhead light and things may be hung from the wire, double use.
I envision good times a-plenty! The crew comes back in a few weeks to water seal, put up the screen and do some other jobs for me and, when it’s warmer, my nephew will install the ceiling fans, the propane tank for the grill, put together the cafe heater (one of those tall heaters used so folks can sit outside), then he’ll finish the studio and tack room. The hanging chair frame will be moved to…somewhere else as it takes up entirely too much room on the porch. This area used to be a deck but I don’t like decks nor do I understand their purpose. I mean, why would anyone want to stand out in the sun or rain or sleet or snow when they can have a perfectly good roof over their head?
For those folks who like to see some of what’s been happening on the inside of the house:
I’m still figuring out this new blogging thing and with Inky cat on my lap, both paws around my neck and running his face against mine, it’s a real trick! The person who won the Mary Jane magazine in December never responded so if you want it, chirp. The first to say will receive it next week.
One more thing…p’raps silly but…I’ve got two major projects this month and wanted to know if you have any major projects? If so, would you like to enter into an accountability partnership? Meaning, we don’t whine or complain but, every couple of days/twice a week, we check in with each other to see progress, get help, ask questions, give encouragement, etc. Maybe this is a crazy idea so if you’re interested, shoot me a private e-mail… thistlecovefarm at gmail.
“…in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.” ~ Louise Bogan, the first female Poet Laureate to the Library of Congress, 1945 ~