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- a rusty garden -

One of the hallmarks of being a 'Careless Gardener' is a pile of rather expensive but rusty garden tools.  Every spring I find at least one of my favorite garden tools buried out in the garden or, even worse, sitting all alone in the bottom of a dirty bucket that sat all winter - collecting water.  

In my garden, a well-loved garden tool is a rusty tool.

While it may be wishful thinking I just felt that if I had somewhere to put all my gardening tools and gear away every fall that I could become an 'Organized Gardener' instead of a careless one.  So, with this in mind, I had a little garden shed built.   

Hallelujah, now all my gardening junk has a nice dry home for the winter.

In my wildest dreams, I am uber organized and neatly put all my tools away at the end of each and every gardening day but in reality I know this will probably never happen.  At best,  I hope that I can manage to get most, if not all, of my garden tools put away in the shed for the winter and not leave them buried somewhere in the garden.  

- time will tell -

Either way, I love my new garden shed, it's not big but it's all mine!  It's a mess right now because late last summer when it was finished being built I just threw everything in it for the winter.

Today, I will go and get it organized before I head out to the garden but before I do I want to share the DIY instructions for restoring your rusty tools.

Soak rusty tools in a weak vinegar solution. 

1. Remove them from the solution and wipe down with paper towel to dry them, then clean the rust off with steel wool.
2. Heavily rusted blades may need a second soaking after the first layer of rust comes off.

www.wikihow.com

'In the spring, at the end of the day,

 you should smell like dirt.'

Margaret Atwood

my constant grief

                                       
    

April 9th
my day of constant grief

it is, I have decided,  just luck

it is not destiny, not a gift

or divine intervention

i was just lucky

some are

some aren't

and like most things in life

it just is what it is

for some

grief comes much too early

and stains their life 

forever a dingy white

for me
it came later in life

but still,  i was not prepared
and it was, what it was
i could not change it

death came - into my life
cloaked in hushed voices
 lowlights & soft touches
a last breath, 
exhaled
 over a sea of grief

 there was no lifeboat,
no anchor or mainstay
and no chart 
to see me safely through 

'hold tight', i whispered
as grief's savage waves & fury 
tossed me about
alone, lost in a sea of grief

suspended
on the edge of time

was it for a second, a minute,
an eternity, i do not know
but now,  a familiar state of emptiness
our grief - has become my familiar
and even as the harsh waves abate 
and even as my grief finally settles
it is still near
It is always
my constant companion
.....

Sounds I Love & Noises I Hate

the truth about sound is 

it can be noisy

it isn't always 

musical or soothing

often, it is

pushy 

intrusive

threatening

noise, any kind of noise

is pure emotion

and it never travels alone

it is always accompanied

by a 

memory

noisesoundloudquietnoisesoundsongmusicscreechnoisesoundloudband

sounds that

comfort

me

 keys in door

he's home, safe

cats purring 

contentment

baby giggles

happiness, joy

sewing machine

comfort, tradition, family

bird chirp & chatter

peace, tranquility

lawn mower 

calm, placid, home

choir music

hope

falling water

endurance 

dishwasher

order, control, completion

noisesoundloudquietnoisesoundsongmusicscreechnoisesoundloudband

everyday

noises that

disturb or sadden 

me

 

whistling

 revulsion, anger

slamming door 

fear, dread, panic

yelling, ranting

broken, hurt, damaged

humming

hostility, disgust, fake forgiveness 

static

irritation

loud footsteps

doom, anxiety, trapped

engine 'clicking'

irritation, defeat

whispers

paranoid, anxious, fearful

noisesoundloudquietnoisesoundsongmusicscreechnoisesoundloudband

the sounds of life

strung out along a musical staff 

& 

held together by a treble clef

 often

overwhelm me

in the most beautiful way 

possible

nature's music

                                but interested

     

Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.  

 -  Mary Webb -

one the greatest things about nature

 is that it's free 

all you have to do

 is go outside

&

listen

~

fear

 about being afraid

             fearlessfearlessfearlessfearlessfearlessfearlessfearlessfearlessfearless

fear
it doesn't run my life
but

i avoid it at all costs

meaning

i usually don't go, do, eat, drink or partake in anything that frightens me
...
 i scare easily
i like safe
i like secure
i'm not much of a risk taker
i've always been 
a
lukewarm, not-too-deep, not-too-fast, watch out for snakes, don't open the door to strangers
kinda girl

but 
lately
yesterday, to be exact

i decided i was too old
to keep playing it safe
mine
has always been a 
life half lived
it is a great life, don't get me wrong
but i've heard  it said 

that

yep
i've always lived right on the edge
 of my comfy zone that is
never quite brave enough
to step
over it
but 
now
i'm ready 
to jump in head first
feet first
without over-thinking
questioning or second guessing
i'm just going to 
throw caution to the wind
and
do the impossible
i will

i think
maybe 
growing old
has made me braver
or maybe just a little
less cautious
either way
i'm ready
 to look fear in the eye
and stare it down
because 

the full force of

knowing 
that my climb up the hill
is done 
and i'm on the downward slope 
is suddenly
 very motivating

10 fears i want to overcome & face before i die:

1. speak in public. because let's face it - speaking to a crowd of one in the bathroom mirror does not count
2. eat Indian, Greek and Lebanese food without making a face, gagging or plugging my nose
3. go on a vacation by myself for week - in another country
4. learn the art of small talk - meet, smile & engage strangers in conversation 
5. give stinky cheese a fighting chance
6. learn to speak in botanical latin and talk to my plants in their native tongue
7. overcome my fear of heights & ride in a hot air balloon
8. revisit and walk all the way through the roman catacombs this time and not giving in to fear and just hitting the gift shop
9. stroll across the capilano suspension bridge, eyes wide open (tightly gripping the railing is allowed)
10. learn sleep at home, alone, in the dark, without a cache of makeshift weaponry beside me & the door barricaded by piles of dirty laundry and luggage

and

to my daughter

Katy

you are smart 

you are brave

and I love you

i wish you

godspeed

and

happy travels

smile

and sleepless

onesheeptwosheepthreesheepfoursheepfivesheep

i

spent the night

digging around in old files

reminiscing

and

rediscovering

SMILEBOX

i'd haven't play with it in forever

and i'd forgotten how much fun it is

and

i was too busy strolling down 

memory lane

to make a new one 

so i decided to repost

an old one from long ago

smileboxsmileboxsmileboxsmileboxsmileboxsmilebox

i found this one

in the files
and it brought back
and it made me
smile
i still love it

nothing feeds the soul 
like great & wonderful memories

it was a beautiful day 
spent with
 wonderful friends 
at an absolutely amazing garden

smilewalksharethebeautysmilewalksharethebeautysmilewalksharethebeauty

i simply love 
to take pictures
of the beautiful places 
i am lucky enough
to stroll through
and all the beautiful 
nature i meet
along the way

WALKABOUT NO. 57
09.20.12
Bloedel Reserve
Therese, Patti & Nancy