Thankfulness and Determination

 

familyThanksgiving.  I am thankful.  I am thankful for the soft, plush fur of my purring kitten that greets me each morning at dawn.  The pink glow of day through the trees as I awake.  The hot coffee, its earthy aroma and taste, filling me with life.  I am thankful and say “wado” do the Creator each day.

“It’s just material stuff.  You can’t take it with you!” folks say, then go to their warm homes and kitchens.  Easy for them to say.

I know friends and family that have lost children, spouses, their health.  They would rather have our lot.  I know.  We have so much to be thankful for.

My beautiful baby granddaughter is with me four days a week filling my spirit with light.  My children are healthy.  Beautiful.  Pursuing their dreams.  What more could I ask for?

I asked an organization in my county how one can be gifted with a basket of fresh vegetables.  They said they were distributing them to the people in the county in need.  Where do all these things get distributed?  They erased my request from the page.  I shiver without a coat.  Wear the same four outfits mismatched so they look like a new outfit.  We have lived on the kindness and loans from friends for five months.  What Doug makes from his new job goes to support the shop and gas to get to work.  He brings home expired pastries for our breakfast.

“I didn’t realize you were still struggling so much,” a friend says.  How do you talk about that kind of thing?  You don’t.

I am thankful that we have shelter.  When I used to say that it meant I was thankful for my house.  Now I am thankful not to be out of doors.  I am thankful for food.  I am thankful for friends.  And hugs and gifts and smiles and visitors and that I could hang on to my cats.  I am thankful for my husband.  I would not trade our marriage for anything in the world.

“We are definitely not living our life,” he says as I tell him about a video I saw of a woman who has lived off-grid for thirty years.

I started to doubt my own words that I write and speak about.  The manifesting your own destiny and dreams seem a little full of it now.  My roommate agrees.  There is great danger in making people feel like they can achieve anything.

I am thankful.  I am blessed.  I have everything I need.  This I know.  I need to get out there and help and inspire as many people as I can.  And mark my words, readers, this time next year I will be writing you from my farm on how to create a homemade Thanksgiving.

 

 

How to Transplant in July (plants and oneself)

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Can you transplant trees and plants in July?  With the right conditions, yes.  This summer is unusually autumn-like again!  Rain, cool mornings, it is an odd summer…again…or maybe it’s the new norm.  Anyhoo, since we aren’t in our usual hundred degree weather pattern, then transplants will generally take.  I moved the trees we planted a few months ago to my friend’s house.  Their roots were still shallow and I was easily able to dig around the base and lift the trees up.  I did the same with five rose bushes I had planted.  Today I will bring over all the herbs by scooping them out of the soil and quickly placing them in pots.

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The other key to successful transplanting is acting quickly.  Dig the tree up, place it in a trash can with a little soil and get in the truck!  Get to your destination, dig a hole, replant before the tree (rose, herb, vegetable…) is any wiser.  Give a drink, some dappled sun, and there you have it, $500 worth of plants moved to their new home.

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I wish I could capture a picture with my old cracked IPOD of all the hummingbirds swarming around me on this cool morning.  I am sitting on my friend’s balcony looking out across the misty forest, and breathing in the sweet pine and hay scented air.  We spent the night last night.  It felt vacation-like and freeing.  The girls are in their new apartment.  We will get bring our kitties over today and finish all of our moving.  It will take another few weeks to finish being completely out of the house.  It is amazing how long it takes to unfeather a nest.

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Margie’s fairy house

To be continued….