If you build it, they will come

I am the house!

I'm still trying to remember my dreams. The project is not going so well. Sometimes I get a snippet, and it is just as dull and mundane as can be. I think, this is the best you can do? Even in dreams? Sheesh.

But recently I did dream of a house. And because it was a different house, I also recall that through the years I have dreamed of a series of houses. Many I can't recall, but one that stands out was huge. We went in through the basement, and there were a multitude of rooms with old stuff stored in them, probably junk but possibly usable and potentially valuable. Something to go through and sort out sometime.... but so many rooms, so much stuff.

There were about 5 or 6 stories to this structure; it was most like one of those hotels that used to be built in the early 1900's. It was solid, but it had been vacant for a long time. We were able to get the first floor into very good order, beautiful living room, plenty of bedrooms, good kitchen. That is where we lived while contemplating renovation of the rest. I don't think the renovation ever happened. The only other noteworthy part of the house was the roof terrace. The view was grand, it had formerly accommodated a banquet kitchen and sky top dining, but we just occasionally used it as a height to look out from and enjoy. The fact that 75% of the house was a wreck and spooky weighed it all down, but there was beautiful living space on the first floor, and it was enough.

Its Worth the Wait!

Yesterday on my way out to work, I noticed that there is finally a bloom on the Clematis. It grows prolifically every year, foliage only. But it finally bloomed, and I caught it with the camera. I am hoping it will bloom some more, it has such a beautiful and delicate flower. (click on the image to really see it.)

New Growth

I love the garden process, more than the results I think. I like to pull weeds, clear out space, plunk plants in here and there. Every now and again I will sit down and enjoy the garden, but it's not why I mess with it. What I really love is new growth.

Sometime when I get a new plant, I will split off a piece to see if I can make it two. This year in planting the new space, I decided to take bits of my tried and true plants and see if I can get them to take in the new spot. I took some of the rose that is in the header, and they are doing really well. Even John Cabot Jr. is showing me signs of new growth, albeit very slowly.

Sarah is just fine. I went and embarrassed myself by getting panicky about her, when I know perfectly well I don't hear from her as much when she is busy and happy. Ah well, it is what it is.

Digital Black Hole

Good Lord, I get on this thing and then I'm lost. I can lose half a day, and accomplish very little. I got on at about 9 this morning to look for information about feeding pond plants. It has taken me two hours to find out that I should go and buy fertilizer. I was trying to find my way around that!

New camera is very fine, it was a gift. I ran right out and bought a camera case, pink, so I can see it. The picture on the header was one of my first taken with it. It is a bloom from Therese Bugnet that has managed to survive for several years.

Have to go....there are 842 shots left!

Synchronicity

I'm don't remember my dreams. I wake up clear headed (most times) and after coffee I'm ready to go. I'd like to take a look at what goes on in the other 40% of my life, so lately, when I open my eyes I try to remember to think about where I might have been. Usually nowhere.

But, the other morning, I was in my garden, and I remembered! Dr. Darling was in my dream. I was disappointed when I could dig up no more than just that, but.....I was definitely feeling better. Interestingly enough, that day's entry in 'My Year with Rumi" by Coleman Barks went as follows:

The Doctor Who Comes

In his dream an old man appeared,
Good King, I have news.

Tomorrow a stranger will come, I have sent him.
He is a physician you can trust.
Listen to him.

As dawn rose, the king was sitting in the belvedere on his roof.
He saw someone coming, a person like the dawn.
He ran to meet this guest. Like swimmers
who love the water, theit souls knit together
without being sewn, no seam.

The king opened his arms
and held the saintly doctor to him.
He led him to the head table.

At last I have found what patience can bring.
This one whose face answers any question,
who simply by looking can loosen
the knot of intellectual discussion.

Now Husam touches my arm.
He wants me to say more about Shams.

Sarah has landed safe and sound, and is still recovering from the long trip. Pictures to follow.

Fabulous Friday

Sarah called, she's landed in Dubai, 2/3rds of her trip done. She sounded tired, but OK. I am a bit until unsettled she gets where she's going. Soon, mama, soon.

I was in the yard this morning. The baby hummingbirds are out. There were three of them on the clothesline, smaller than the clothespins they sat next to. The were testing the world for tastiness. NG on the pink lidded bird feeder that holds sunflower seeds, but the red roses were tasted, as well as a lavender flower I don't know the name of right now. Of course, the hummingbird feeders were well attended.

I hope to have a new camera soon, but don't have one yet.....type and cost is being decided. But, the above is a picture of a hummingbird rescue from last year. The little darling fell off the feeder, I think after loosing a battle with another hummingbird. Les picked him up, held him for a minute, and then put him into a box. He rested for a while, and then took off.