Billy wrote:
Happy Solstice :-)
didja notice that my "Happy Solstice" message was dated 2003? I haven't
had time to write anything lately.....but happy solstice
anyway....gbseg and Happy Yule to all and hopefully the new year will
bring incredible things to all of us. I am gnashing at the bit with not
knowing what or where I'm going with the displacement after January 3rd
when they sell my house from underneath me. Digging up perennials seems
useless...........but it's good therapy. I've cut back the Deutzia and
will dig it up and put it into a pot in a couple of days and winter it
at a friends along with other plants I just can't seem to part with.
Still packing, and in the middle of that, I'm working a full time job as
a baker and all round kitchen person at a retirement village 17 miles
away from where I am at for now. I come home a nub........., gather my
wits and third and fifth wind and cook, do a little packing if I don't
fall asleep on my feet and go to bed like some old farmer's
wife........but in the wise words of "Weezie" in Steele Magnolia's"
"that which does not kill us, only serves to make us stronger"
sigh......right now I'm about 90! it's cold outside and we're safe and
warm and there will be a Christmas dinner and some small things for
Boxing day in honor of James and Patrick who are now a huge part of my
life and new family. My love to all my friends here on the garden
newsgroup. Please bear with me as I get my life in order. I promise to
communicate when things are more settled. I appreciate each and every
one of you. You are very precious and dear to me and I couldn't make it
without the moral support and love that I feel coming at me from all
over the world.

In the middle of it all, I used all the suet and filled all the baskets
outside the bedroom window, the thistle socks are being emptied as I
don't have black sunflower seed (it's too dear to buy right now, and I
already had the thistle and suet as a stash). the sounds of the birds
as they scrabble over the pickings, their fussing at me since I dug up
the clump of Heavy Metal ornamental grass and it's sitting there beside
the shepherd's hook feeder pole reminds me that where I wind up will
never be as populated as it is right now and I relish and cherish every
moment. I count at least seven different birds at the feeders and in
the remains of the Faerie gardens which look stripped but still
partially intact somehow........
While I can........

Madgardener, up on the ridge, Back in FAerie Holler, overlooking English
Mountain in EAstern Tennessee near a drought stricken Douglas Lake in
Dandridge, Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36