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Author: Lindsey (Page 18 of 88)

Functional Art

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It’s nice to make mundane things beautiful.

Instead of purchasing a standard “No Solicitors” plaque to post next to our doorbell, I wanted to make one that was a little prettier and a little friendlier (but not too colorful, and heavens, no smiley faces).

F and I tinkered with wording, trying to state it in the positive — the way a sign at a public garden might say “Let It Grow!” instead of “Don’t Pick the Flowers.”

We thought “We admire your persistence, and yet we thank you for allowing our doorbell to remain un-rung” was nice, although perhaps a bit…meandering.

We wanted our statement to be friendly, yet firm, but “Please no solicitors, Thank you” had the subtlest undertone of ‘beg.’

(This is important stuff. Worthy of lengthy discussion.)

“No Solicitors Please” was F’s suggestion, and it seemed just right.

We like it.

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(And its batting average, you ask? 0 for 2! And they shoved Romney campaign fliers in the mailbox before leaving. Hmph…)

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Soggy Morning

It’s a day for wool socks, tea, and putting off errands.

The rain began ever so gently last evening around dusk, stopped for a while, gained momentum, and is still going.

We haven’t seen rain in so long!

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My Chickadee

Remember how I was telling you about our backyard birds? (Clickie!) Well, a very special Chickadee Encounter has transpired that I have to share with you. I was lounging on the back porch, resting, and my eyes drifted to a particular branch on our apple tree upon which sat a sleeping chickadee! It must have been there longer than I had, since I hadn’t seen it arrive. I watched it sleep, and then tiptoed into the house to get my camera — although I figured this would be futile since it would likely just fly away. But it was still there, unmoved, when I returned, and so as surreptitiously as I could I approached the apple tree. Animals are highly alert so I’m sure it sensed me, especially when a leaf crunched underfoot, but it remained unaffected even as I inched my camera ever nearer to its branch. I couldn’t believe how close this dear little bird allowed me to get; perhaps within twelve inches of it. It opened its eyes a few times to assess, but closed them again and continued resting. I got my pictures and went back to my own business of resting, in awe of what had just taken place.

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It opened its eyes in this one…

A while later, the chickadee was gone from its branch, but a small hawk landed in one of our trees, and a group of chickadees in the lilac bushes near the bird feeder began their chick-a-dee-dee-dee alarm call. I spooked the hawk so it would leave, and went to the bushes to see about the little chickadees. They really are such cheeky little things, and not nearly as flighty as other birds. Again I grabbed my camera and one, perhaps the same one, allowed me to approach quite closely and capture its beauty on camera so that I might share it with you all. What an experience, to be so close to these endearing creatures.

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I love this one especially…

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Do you have a special bird story? Please share!

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Gratitude Sunday * September 9, 2012

~ I’m once again joining Taryn over at Wooly Moss Roots in her Gratitude Sunday tradition. ~

Gratitude Sunday is a time to slow down and remember those thankful moments that graced our week. One reason I love keeping a daily gratitude journal is because it helps keep things in perspective for me. Each Sunday, I open my journal and share some of those moments with you here. If you’d like to join in, just leave a comment!

Gratitude is powerful energy. I love hearing others’ gratitudes!

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– An chilly early morning outside with a cup of tea, a blanket, and a book. Catching the long rays of morning sun sitting out on the lawn in my wicker chair and watching steam rising from my mug. Marvelling at the freshness and beauty around me. It was a wonderful way to begin a day.

– The sound of sweeping. It’s homey.

– The complete silence of the nighttime and early morning in our new area. After 5 years of unrelenting traffic noise every minute of every hour of every day of every year…this is such a relief. And I’m grateful for our time at our apartment for the very reasons I disliked it — so that I can appreciate that much more deeply the way things are different now.

– Giving myself a hair cut; I was gonna grow it out but decided I didn’t want to right now. I like it much better at this shorter length. And for fun I calculated how much money I’ve saved over the years by always cutting my own hair. Being that I haven’t had a professional haircut since about October of 2008, I’m figuring roughly $1300 saved over these last four years. Yah!

– Feeling inspired and hopeful, two underrated emotions!

– The freshly mowed lawn.

– Retreating from the world for a while. I’ve been feeling quite inward lately, and just want to kinda lay low and cocoon myself. In fact I feel like I’m incubating, although I can’t quite put into words what that means; it’s just the feeling I have. And how lucky to be able to withdraw from the world for a while, to rest, and to not have to shove myself into it by way of a daily job. And the setting couldn’t be better. I think I may have already said this in a previous post, but finally I can rest and hang low without slipping into feelings of depression and isolation. This new environment… this beautiful and quiet home in a quiet neighborhood with good vibes, surrounded by our own territory, being able to spend all my waking hours outside in our private outdoor space, immersed in nature, is truly making all the difference in the world.

– The mix of summer and autumn right now; what an ideal time of the year. The earlier darkness (I welcome it), yet still warm enough for evenings outside and cicadas and crickets. The chilly mornings and the calls of blue jays in the distance, yet still the summery-hot mid-days and gorgeous garden food.

– The distinct feeling of being at the beach on Friday — the cool, humid air, the fast-moving clouds, and the beachy smell of decomposing sea life rising from the garden after a thorough dousing of Liquid Fish & Seaweed on Thursday night.

– Finally completing some of the pesky tasks that do nothing but follow me around and take up space in my day planner. I often have to remind myself that “It probably won’t get done if you don’t do it.” Indeed, probably not.

– The garden glowing in the long golden shadows of the setting sun, and everything perfect, still, and peaceful. These are the best evenings of the year.

What are some gratitudes from your week?

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Birdwatching

When we first moved in to our new house a month ago, F mentioned wanting to have birds in the yard. So I set up a bird bath, certain they’d all flock to it, but only the chickadees came by to use it once in a while. A few weeks later I rummaged through the garage to find the bird feeders my parents left behind. We shoved the feeder pole into the ground one Friday evening, full of doubt, and filled the plastic tray with black nyjer seed that was surely too old to be appetizing.

So I thought.

That very next morning, as I came into the kitchen to begin the day, I heard an unusual amount of bird activity close by.

The feeder?!

YES!

They had found it! And when I rushed to the back window and saw finches tussling over a dining spot, I was overcome with the same deep feeling of thrilling excitement that I remember experiencing as a little girl, walking into the dark living room on Christmas morning and discovering that Santa had come!

The feeder has been so popular. The chickadees are a definite favorite. They’re such cheeky, fearless little things. I can stand within an arm’s length of them! (Click here for pictures of my close-up encounter with one~)

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We love the sense of being much closer to nature than we were in our apartment. Soon after we moved in, I began hearing a bird call I’ve never heard before in this area. The bird species do ebb and flow around here, and the birdsong I woke up to in second grade is not the same medley I awake to now.

But this one was completely new. Finally I caught a glimpse of this skittish and swift little newcomer — beautiful yellow! I’d never before seen this bird, so went inside and pulled out the Birds Golden Nature Guide — a family heirloom of sorts from 1960. Matching a bird to a bird book can take a while; where do you start? But would you even believe, the exact page I turned randomly to, and the first bird illustration I laid eyes on, was my very bird — a Wilson’s Warbler it turns out.

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And isn’t this sweet — journal-style notations written by my Mom in 1989 that I discovered at the back of a birdfeeding book.

I love these little captured moments in time.

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Do you have a bird feeder? Who comes to visit?? Please share, I’d love to know!

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