Saturday, July 27, 2013

Christmas in July, some really random thoughts...

It's raining today, and that means I can't work outdoors, the rest is  good for my tired bones, and the chance to do some serious daydreaming.   Or TV watching, and it's the Christmas in July event on the shopping channel!  It isn't that long until the snow will be in the air and i will be spending my time feeding the furnace.  No I don't really need reminded of that.  But Christmas, that could be different, the bright lights and carols and the cookies.
Somehow the raging heat and humidity of July seem to make the ice and snow of winter look appealing, the warm glow of an old farm house lit for Christmas, set in a snowy field , with icicles hanging from the eves and smoke curling from the chimney.  Add to that the  candles glowing in the windows, in fact candles in the windows at any time of year, have come to symbolise the warmth and security of home and hearth.  I have heard it said that a candle in the window makes the house feel warmer and less empty when you arrive home on those dark winter evenings, my house is usually overcrowded.   You understand,dear reader, that these are battery operated candles, not the real flame and wax and set the house ablaze type, and I am sorely tempted, because those long,cold winter nights loose their charm after awhile, and I like the way they look.  And while they are at it, they could make one that smelled like really good fruitcake, brimming with rum. Good rum never looses it's charm.
There are cards  in the mailbox, and a box of cards needing to be addressed on the kitchen counter.   The lights need to be hung, and the tree put up.  But no matter because those things are really months away, and of course they will all be left until the the possible moment, rushing around  is part of the tradition. 
A tree? a pre-lit tree that snaps together in three easy steps, well what do you do it some bulbs burn out?  And since you can't take it apart again, where does one store a 12 foot pre-lit artificial guaranteed never to shed balsam? Especially if you also leave it decorated.
Christmas, it is the magic and the anticipation we knew well as children and then again through our children and grandchildren.  Dickens said in "A Christmas Carol" something about keeping Christmas in your heart always, and some of us do.  It feels good, and it is good to let your imagination wander  over what the "perfect"
 Christmas would be like, what memories you would like to make and the ones you would like to leave others with.  It really just might be a whole lot more than it appears, may-be there will always be the hopes and anticipation of a child on Christmas eve somewhere in our heart, and is that such a bad thing?  

It really doesn't matter. I tell myself , that this is all designed to sell stuff, stuff i don't need, it has nothing to do with the true meaning of Christmas, it was just an idea originally cooked up by some shopkeeper who had a bunch of old merchandise and needed and idea to sell it fast.   Or is the true meaning of Christmas to have a happy and grateful heart and to see the world in hope and anticipation. Whatever the calendar says.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Berry picking

Beyond the flavor of fresh picked berries, beyond the pure joy of being outside on a fine summers day, beyond the satisfaction of storing up some of the summer sun for those days when there is 2 feet of snow on the ground, there is the badge of scratches that make one look like they were waltzing with barbed wire.  Yes, the badge of honor, even though one wore a long sleeved shirt and jeans, the the briers  still snagged and scratched ones skin,  The sweat, partially from the extra clothing and partially from the sunshine and humidity, made those scratches sting.
Raspberry picking was almost always a solitary event, no one could see that I ate nearly as many berries as I picked, wild raspberries and their kin the wine berry  don't produce that many berries per cane, and the site of a good patch, especially a good patch of black raspberries is a closely guarded secret.  Walking down some dusty road after supper with my plastic bucket, there never were very many berries to pick, but it was quiet, just me, my thoughts, the wind and a few birds.
Picking blackberries on the other hand was often social event,  I would get a call  from someone who's brother's friend's mechanic's next door neighbor told them about a great place to pick and we would be off.  Well at least they used to be, there just don't seem to be as many berry pickers around as there used to be. There are usually ample berries clinging to the  living barbed wire, canes that can easily grow to more than  six feet tall, and it is a nice, secure feeling when one is lost in this thorny jungle with a mouthful of berries to hear "How's the picking over there?"

There are  curtain shrouded bushes in my yard and those pampered little ghosties are my blueberry bushes, who have been relocated 3 times and have been tended  after contracting Lawn mover Disease several times, and   endured being dressed up in old curtains, fastened with clothes pins, to hide the rich blue orbs of fruit from the birds. Birds do deserve a treat, they do get a few of my berries.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

and heres a frog

I don't read romance novels or watch soap operas, i don't play video games, or watch "reality" TV, except for "Here come Honey BooBoo", OK, that proves there really is no such thing as "Reality" TV, I don't text and my ear isn't permanently stuck to my cell phone.  No Tweeting or pinning or Ebay...but Facebook, is another story.
There is just a ton of interesting things on there, and I spend way tooooooo much time looking at the pictures.
there are pictures to express my every mood, and.....well

simply clever and cleverly simple


and reminders

gotta love those affirmations when you are feeling low

and in case you needed another reminder
or perhaps permission to revel in your own uniqueness

explanations of the hard to explain

serious stuff





totally wonderful
here's a frog 
who knows he/she is totally wonderful

Monday, July 22, 2013

the Mysterious, Blessings moon

After everyone had gone to bed, and the house was quiet, I sat in  my comfortable chair, facing the window and watched the almost full moon. thin veils of clouds passing over it's luminescent facial features, I don't know if the haze and humidity of July causes the luster from which the name Full Pearl Moon came.  As Luna floated there in perfect calm, fireflies twinkled past,  their searchlights announcing their presence.  I would have called this the Firefly Moon, but I already gave that name to June's full moon.
Earlier I had taken these pictures. wondering and hoping that the fireflys who seemed to react to the flash from my camera would  flash back, but I was disappointed  until  I saw the  tiny dots  of magical light on my screen.  This moon is sometimes known as the the Mystery Moon, and surely the firefly's light must be one of those mysteries. 
The more the clouds drifted, the more my mind drifted, gently drifted off nearly to sleep, when the sound of passing Eighteen wheelers  brought me back to where I was, glazing at the clouds and the moon,  whose brilliant lights shown through the holes in the cloud cover, creating a slowly changing arc of smaller moons, I would have thought I dreamed this ,  thinking of taking pictures or deciding to stay and watch, I chose to watch.
The Blessings Moon, the ripening berries and vegetables, soon the first fresh dug potatoes,over half of the growing season is over but there are many hot sunny days to come,  we are still in the Dog Days of Summer (July 3 to Aug 11) and the countryside is still rich, green and growing.  The hay bales are drying in the fields and some already in the barn in preparation for the coming cold months.   But for now, we have time to enjoy. 

Rain and clouds will hide Luna tonight, as a haze of humidity had made her appear like she was looking through lacy curtains.  the full moon of midsummer calm,  looks down and remembers.

Other names for this month's moon include, the Blueberry moon, Buck moon, Lightning moon, Ripe corn moon, Hay moon, Silver dollar moon, Berry moon, Dusty moon, Dog days Moon


slightly wordy Slent Sunday on a road

Not every picture is worth a thousand words, but the memory it represents is.