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“Sweet Autumn”

I had wanted a Clematis vine… Those beautiful purple flowersthat I had seen growing at my brother’s little house in Bethlehem, Indiana on his side porch … Afterwards I found myself focusing on them wherever I saw one…

I finally bought one… but, it did not survive…Who knows why…the soil…the sun  … the shade… hard winter freeze  … the vine itself…

So, my wish was still not fulfilled…

One day over at my niece’s house we were talking about the lovely vine she had growing all along the top of her porch  Slightly fragrant…with dainty little flowers…

I told her about wanting a Clematis…So one day I found on my porch…a plant she had gotten for me from her Mother-in-law…saying, “It is a Clematis”   …

I was thrilled! My husband planted it back by the fence since it’s a vine… and would give it a place to trail

The first year…it grew but, had to still baby it…

The next year it grew…and started to have little buds…Not like I was expecting…but, I watched it closely…

To my surprise… and maybe a little disappointment… it was not that gorgeous purple flowered plant I invisioned  …but, the tiny white flowers that my niece had on her porch… Pretty… and I love all flowers… so I was happy and grateful for the gift…

This couldn’t be a Clematis!…It was not purple…it didn’t have a big bloom…the leaves were smaller

But, to my surprise…That’s exactly what I had!…Just a different type

and has grown to be one of my favorite flowers in my yard…

It has outdid itself this Summer…and the light fragrance is so enticing…

It is said it can reach 30 feet… but, with me trimming it back in the Spring it can remain on my fence for a long time…

It is a late Summer bloomer… so I still have flowers in my yard up to frost… It’s pretty name is “Clematis Paniculata” or “Sweet Autumn”… I like the fact that “Sweet Autumn” is my first Fall flower…

and Yes!… I am still wishing for the big purple blooming one to put on the fence next to “Sweet Autumn”… maybe

 “Jackmanii”

or “Danielle”

My “Therapy Sessions”

Gift…

I find that being outside is the best way for me to clear my mind … My flowers  … my little birds  and animals  … and the lovely sunshine … Sometimes even rain … is like therapy to me…

And guess what?… It’s totally free!…

I sometimes just have to make myself get out of the house  … No, I’m not a hermit!… I love to go… but, I sometimes just find myself sitting… thinking way too much… and as I say sometimes… “Just borrowing troubles”…

I make myself into someone “I ” don’t even want to around… This doesn’t happen very often… Thank goodness!… But, even ME!… even tempered… forgiving… patient… loving  ME!… can get down in the doldrums  … Shed a few tears… For you see… I’m only human!

Oh, my!… You’re supposed to be the uplifter… the helping hand… the one that listens … the one always ready to do what we need done…

Sorry… I too, have my days…

So, as I walk around outside doing my therapy… I find some new flowers coming up and blooming … Asters… Their name came to me today… because I had planted them a couple of weeks a go… Pink with tiny yellow flower centers… Fragile and so pretty!…

I then decided yesterday the “Little Red Birdhouse” needed a coat of paint… because I know we will have new “renters” next spring

 

Leftover spray paint became another therapy session after the birdhose… I moved on to paint the old park bench… that is not used for sitting anymore… just for holding pots of flowers

I hate throwing things out… I’ll keep it and use it in some manner until there’s just nothing left of it….

I washed off my little glass birds hanging in the big oak tree next for my third  or was it my fourth therapy session…

So I want to say thanks to all of my “doctors” that have helped me so many times…

in getting me back to my true self

Dr. Bird … Dr. Flower

… Dr. Sunshine

… Dr. Rain

… Dr. Squirrel

… Dr. Butterfly

… Dr. (Nurse) Rabbit

… Dr. Bee…

and all of the other “Therapist” who live in my backyard…

I highly recommend you!

After The Rain

Gift…

After a good rain like we had this morning… I love to walk around and look at everything… The flowers… grass… and backyard in general has had a good bath… all shiny and clean

I go barefoot all of the time… I really like the feel of the grassdamp and cool…the ground… slightly muddy and soft… and the roughness of the concrete pavers and stones

The sun is coming out again… leaving some of the droplets on things sparkling in its light…

New seedlings are lifting their tiny heads…wanting the warmth of the sun to shine on them…until they grow taller and eventually bloom

The baby bird in the red bird house is resting… until he peeps so loud that Mom and Dad begin to look for food for him… He’s quite a talker!..

We sit in the swing that needs a second coat of paint…although I kind of like the rustic look it has become with the first…Might even leave it that way…

The bird bath that I turned into a little flower-pot of sorts is showing off its little leafy sprouts of Marigolds…

The bench that no one can sit on anymore… will get painted eventually… and hold more flower pots… too rickety to sit on…but, like it for another purpose now…

My new brightly colored tins attached to the deck rail are showing signs of filling with yellow… gold… and orange Marigolds when they mature…

  

The deck has had its rain wash… so I can just sit on its steps and enjoy the evening… maybe lighting a fire in pit… The concrete stone it sits on is from my Mom and Dad’s house that my Dad built with his own hands… and Mom so tenderly added to over the years…

My yard is not fancy… but, is shared with my little family… and adding memories every day…

Enjoy the tour of our backyard… It’s quite peaceful…

     

Weekly Photo Challenge: “BLUE”

Gift…

I picked these from my flower bed a few days ago and put them in my little “Blue” vase…

I call them “Pin Cushions”… Flower name is “Scabison”…

The centers look like little pins sticking to a pin cushion

Attracts birds  and butterflies

Extended bloom season…

Provides a source of nectar for bees  and butterflies…

and I just love their color… “Blue”

“A Feel-good Moment!”

 Memory…

I had posted a picture of my cat, Jill on FACEBOOK… eating my first Spring Flowers … They are white with yellow centers… a type of Daffodil I presume… transplanted from my Mom’s yard many years ago… I thought they were the yellow Daffodils … but, I had dug the bulbs after they had bloomed… and surprise, surprise!… they were so different… not what I expected at all… when they bloomed… But, I love surprises if they appear like that!… A pretty row of green stems came up from the warming earth… and then all in one day I have the most beautiful row of these dainty white flowers … They seem to say, “I’m just as pretty …not yellow!…but I can hold my own with my star-like looks … my pure white color …my simplicity!… and by the way… you can call me “Narcissus” after the Greek God!”… and I have to agree!… Each Spring as they begin to show themselves… I of course think of my Mom tending to these delicate gifts of nature… I feel her presence as I clip a few to bring into the house to brighten the day of anyone who sees them… A feel-good moment!  

     

  

“Bathroom” On a Budget!”

Keepsakes…

After clearing out the Christmas… I put together a little “bouquet” for my bathroom with the leftovers …My colors being red, coral and aqua blue… I liked it!

Some of my other items collected from my bargain hunting trips for this room include…

                 

Red Roses … Pink Flamingo… Coral Flower

Little Girl Tea Light Holders

Pink Roses/White Vase/Aqua Blue Base

These “finds” came from… Big LotsHobby Lobby… Dixie Peddlers Mall and Unique Thrift Store

I find it fun to decorate on a budget… More from necessity at first …now one of my passions!

“A Rose is a Rose is a Rose”

My Mom had a friend we just called “Booker“… She lived around the road from us … about a mile I guess… She was a neat lady… very interesting… She was always a little messy… always had a tale to tell… always had a flower or plant to give to my Mom … She had an overgrown yard filled with the most beautiful flowers  and her house reminded me of a stone cottage … She was married…her husband always seemed old to me …but, I didn’t see him often… He mainly stayed inside the house… I was never really inside the little stone house… but, I sure wanted to … It seemed a little mysterious “Booker” had an ugly bulldogfat and white in color … chained in the back yard… I had no desire to go near him… He was quite scary to me being 4 or 5 years old… This kind neighbor bought a scooter…almost like a golf cart  and she would be-bop up and down the road… going wherever she wanted… She would drop by unexpectedly early in the morning… She might have gotten a sale on bananas at the store and would have to share her bargain… And that is how she was… Friendly, sharing, caring… She knew everyone on our county road … and she loved my Momma…who she called “Nina”… My mom’s name was Hazel Niner…so it seems that last names were used a lot with these friends… When she came by early I remember her eating anything leftover from breakfast … that my Mom had saved just for her in case she came by… and enjoying a hot cup of coffee anytime of year… Later in her life “Booker” bought a van… reminded me of a Hippie Van …and she would buzz around in it just as she had with the scooter… She would take us to the bus line … take my sister to work up at the drug store … She was always available for anyone in need… I started thinking about the Rose  that I have planted in my yard… It has the sweetest fragrance and is a long-stemmed bright red rose “Booker” gave one rose to my Mom, telling her how to get it started… and it grew and grew… When my Mom moved to an apartment  after my Dad passed… she took her Rose and planted it… When Mom moved in with me I transplanted the Rose to my flowerbed … I just recently placed a cutting of it in my sweet unique vase on my windowsill … As I look at it the memories abound as you can see… and by the way, The Rose has a name…”Booker”… with “Hazel” not too far from it only it’s a white Rose … probably should have called it “Nina”…

Gertrude Stein  coined the phrase “A rose is a rose is a rose” meaning…”Things are what they are”… in 1913,  for a poem “Sacred Emily“…

 

“My Kids!”…

I know Joy, one our Special Ed students didn’t know where the phrase “Stop and Smell the Roses” came from, but she loved using it… and seemed  to at least know the meaning… A cliché“Take Time to Enjoy the Pleasures of Life”… “Take a Little Time for Yourself  EveryDay”… “Don’t Get Too Busy to Enjoy Life”… But it might be a variant on a similar saying, “Stop and smell the flowers” – which is a misquote of advice from the golfer Walter Hagen   that appeared in the 1956 book “The Walter Hagen Story”…

“You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry. Don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way”.

However this saying began… I’ll always remember it as “Joy’s Advice” as she shared these words of wisdom to those around her… Joy, I hope you… will always have a fragrant rose  to perfume the air around you…