Monday, April 27, 2009

Best Spring Decor EVER...




A week ago or so, I found that a nest had been built in the old berry carrier I have in my front porch shelf decor. I contemplated destroying it, as I know that it will be accompanied by a rather large mess...but my curiosity as to what might happen there overruled. I left the nest...And now it is home to 3 bright blue eggs, and a rather protective Momma Robin. (See Momma on the right?)




It's just the most natural looking, truly spring themed and beautiful decor I have ever had on my front porch! It surely beats the silk flowers and vintage ceramic lamby...It's a little startling to have Momma Robin rush out with a noisy greeting every time you open the door, but as long as she tolerates us, we'll tolerate her. Can't wait to see little baby robin beaks peaking over the top!




It will be worth the mess!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Parting is such sweet sorrow...

This is where my cute shoes live now...and probably not for long. They will soon be getting new homes and that is some consolation to me...some...


About a year ago I was reminded, once again, that no longer am I a "chick". No – I am more in the "hen" stage of life, and on some days, the stew pot can be seen in the distance.
I was suffering noticeable pain in my right foot. I couldn’t remember any misstep, or injury, or unfortunate happenings – why did it hurt? And worse still, why wouldn’t it quit hurting?



The answer? I had become injured BY WEARING CUTE SHOES!! Perish the thought!! I had just finally accumulated a wardrobe of stylish little shoes of different colors, styles, and no support whatsoever – a nice variety that made me feel so trendy and stylish! But my feet were crying "Foul!" – Well, a little more like whining all the time and crying now and then... When I began to limp, I decided that fashion would have to go. I bought 2 pairs of good athletic shoes and wore them faithfully all last summer. Faithfully, I tell you! Unless I was going out somewhere – then I would don the cutsie ones for a couple of hours...just a couple, well –a few hours...and don’t forget the summer flip flops...Au naturel feet - isn’t that healthy?



Oddly enough, my feet just never got all the way better with this plan. Finally, after 10 months of trying to avoid going to the doctor by fixing it myself, I had to admit defeat (no pun intended) and made an appointment. The doctor listened to my description (as usual, I offered my own diagnosis - I do leave treatment options to him), took one look at my sporty Skecher pseudo-athletic shoes, and said, "You’ve GOT to get better shoes!" I tried to justify my wardrobe choice for the day, explaining that at home I was faithfully wearing better shoes, but he insisted that I MUST get better shoes – for ALL the time! He did order an x-ray and it revealed a heel spur which may be causing the pain, as well as my diagnosis of plantar fasciitis, as the worst discomfort is in the arch of my right foot.



So...all the cutsie shoes were packed into a box (appropriately a Zappos one) and readied to go to new homes. I have since spent a fair bit of time, and an even larger sum of money finding GOOD SHOES. I am pleased to say that, as well as being GOOD, they are GOOD-LOOKING! Whew! But there are very few of them...I’ll adjust...I'll have to.





The extent of my new shoe wardrobe...








Instead of being faithful at wearing the needed supportive shoes, I am being RELIGIOUS about it – and I must say that I am finally seeing relief...not perfect yet, but so much better. Some bright and cheery wool socks have made the transition easier, by adding some fun. It keeps me from feeling too much like an old hen with sensible shoes.

I think that I was so attached to my shoes because, unlike the rest of my body, my feet could easily be dressed to look good...They could look young, even if the rest of me seemed a little bumpy, squishy, lumpy and undefined...Oh well, one must deal with reality sometime...All that’s left to be slim and trim are the wrists and ankles – but they do look pretty darn good!

I think I’ll go shopping for bracelets...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The Farmer's Wife...

I love reading the blogs of new-found cyber friends. So many of them are full of beautiful table settings, mouth-watering pictures of baked goods, clever craft projects, and thoughtful gift ideas, encouraging words of thankfulness... Most times a graceful display of a genteel and dedicated home-making, coupled with determined giving of joy to others.

I wish my blog were like that...

Instead, it’s like this. I spent the day being The Farmer’s Wife – helping to plant 5 acres of raspberry roots, getting filthy dirty, bone-weary and sore...Grumpy too, as this kind of physical labor is very low on my list of things I want to do. Actually, it is not on my list at all. It’s one of those things that sneaks onto my list under "Help & Encourage My Husband". I’m not sure I did too well at that either as my unfit body just couldn’t conceal the tightening of my back muscles, and the lack of mobility that ensued. I tried to smile occasionally, though inside there were times I wanted to growl – if I’d had the energy.

I spent the day filling 5 gallon buckets with raspberry roots....Roots that came from 75 lb. bags and boxes stuffed full. The buckets supplied the material for our workers to plant. I supplied roots to the buckets, standing bent over most of the day, pulling them free from a 2' x 3'x 3' block of massed roots. Nine buckets filled over and over again...Oh, how I wanted to stand up straight and go back to the house! I confess that thoughts of retirement filled my head, and wonderings of what it would be like if Randy had a refinery job...Fickle, fickle Farmer’s wife!

Out of my own weakness, I would have quit...but every time I looked out on the field, I saw this:

In that group of workers were 3 women who CHOSE to be out in the field yesterday. They were getting as tired as I (okay, they were more fit than I) but they chose to be there, to do such tiring work to make money for their families. They kept going, and at the end of the day were willing to stay longer if Randy wanted them to. I couldn’t quit in the face of such strength. I would have to do this for only a day or two. Who knows how many days this spring they will don the field clothes and head out to the dirt to better their families coffers...And I’m not even going to mention the 72 year old guy who was cheerfully doing as well as the younger men...

You cannot call this kind of work "genteel" , but in another way it also demonstrates a dedicated home-making, and a determined giving of good to others...I was inspired again by a group of strong women who take what opportunities they have to make the most of life, encouraging others by their intentional creation of good things.
I must do better when I head back out to the field today...

About Me

Needing an outlet for various thoughts rattling in my head, I've created two blogs -- One about my real life (leslieisverbose.blogspot.com) and one where I can vent. (leslievents.blogspot.com)