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Decorating Spree

Decorating Spree

Last Friday after work, I embarked on a little decorating spree that lasted through Saturday evening. Around noon that day (Friday, I mean), I received in the mail a pair of vintage McCoy wall pockets—two sunny yellow ceramic flowers that I’d ordered off eBay. I 

Vegan Sweet Potato-Black Bean Soup and More

Vegan Sweet Potato-Black Bean Soup and More

Tonight I’m finishing up a rare four-day weekend. It was so much fun and felt like such a luxury! During most of my time off, I worked on a painting of a chubby baby bunny frolicking in a patch of bluets. I took breaks every 

The Night Before My Day Off

The Night Before My Day Off

On Tuesday, I took the day off from work. I really needed it. Tuesday was my day off, but I’m not going to tell you about Tuesday. I’m going to tell you about Monday night because it was even better than Tuesday. On Monday night, I still had the whole of Tuesday ahead of me—all that freedom, all that possibility.

My fun began at precisely four on Monday afternoon, the moment my workday ended. I raced out to the yard and gardened for three hours, running the weedeater and mowing the lawn. As I worked in my inefficient way, often just standing there “gazing,” as I like to say, I noticed some neat things: roses and Alabama azaleas in bloom, a hawk perched on a branch above the pond, and a box turtle eating a worm. The Ashe magnolias were sporting their pale, gigantic flowers that smell even more lemony than lemons.

At about seven, I took a picture of my teddy bear Paulette sitting under her parasol on a log in the backyard. Paulette is a great model and looked completely captivating in her fancy hat and pearls, but the real reason I took the picture was to celebrate the log. The log is so cool. I love how it’s decorated all over with mushrooms and ferns, and what a nice seat it makes.

After I went inside for the evening, I did the most mundane chores—but everything was fun fun fun because I didn’t have to work the next day. I sang as I fed the cats. I folded the laundry with care because I could—because I had time. When I sat down to watch CSI on Hulu with Buntin, Rob, and a big bowl of homemade popcorn, the lamps in the living room were golden and glowing and I felt like I’d arrived at the most wonderful party.

Our “lawn” is really just weeds, but it looks pretty great when it’s mowed.


A white cottage surrounded by spring greenery

Paulette on the fabulous log:


A teddy bear in a dress and hat sitting on a log with a parasol

Oxeye sunflowers blooming in the meadow. It’s spring!


Oxeye sunflowers
A Very Time-Consuming Painting

A Very Time-Consuming Painting

For the last half of January, all of February, and most of March, I was working obsessively (in the evenings and on weekends) on a small painting of our backyard. The painting was very hard for me to finish because the scene I was trying 

Painting the Back Bedroom

Painting the Back Bedroom

Last weekend Rob and I painted the trim in the back bedroom. The trim in there had always bothered me because half of it was painted and the other half was bare wood. Plus, the bare wood part wasn’t even stained or varnished and wasn’t even completely bare; bits of old white paint were stuck around all the nails.

Good Progress

Good Progress

This weekend was very satisfying, one of the best I’ve had in a while. I got to do all the dorky things I love, like playing with my cats and making cat videos and drinking too much Coke, but I also moved ahead on some garden projects. I mean, Rob and I did. We were outside all weekend, and the yard looked way better today (Sunday) than it did on Friday.

For the longest time I’ve wanted to add some color to our little sitting area under the giant water oak tree behind the vegetable garden. Well, on Saturday I finally found two bold blue pots that were just the right size and shape. I planted rosemary in them and arranged them on the little stone patio next to the cast-iron furniture. The whole area looks so much brighter and more eye-catching now, but I still think I need a third pot, one a bit smaller, to complete the scene. I’m going to try to look for one this week.

To be honest, Rob and I don’t often sit in this sitting areabecause the furniture is rather dainty and we are rather big. Bernie, our stray-cat friend, is much more likely to relax here than we are. The lacy little chairs and settee are quite appropriately sized for cats . . . and gnomes.

On Saturday afternoon we started preparing our fall vegetable garden. The old summer crops looked so tired and bedraggled that it felt refreshing to pull them out, kind of like doing a good spring cleaning. First we removed the worn-out eggplant and tomatoes. Then we harvested all our sweet potatoes in order to make room for our new fall stuff. Rob was disappointed because a lot of our sweet potatoes had bites taken out of them. (I think it was the work of voles or mice.) The potatoes that didn’t have bites were very handsome and kind of reminded me of little pink manatees.

This morning we set to work planting. We’d gone to the nurseries on Saturday and gotten a bunch of starters. We planted nine arugula, eight Red Acre cabbages, 18 Bonnie’s Best white cabbages, nine Red Russian kale, nine Blue Knight kale, 18 Top Bunch collards, six Coronado Crown broccoli, and 18 Packman broccoli. We mixed lots of compost into the beds, along with some Garden-tone. We make our compost from kitchen scraps . . . and bags of leaves we collect all winter long from our neighbors’ trash piles.

We took some little breaks from our gardening to sit on the screen porch and drink the season’s first Rangpur limeade. We picked 20 limes on Saturday and polished them and squeezed them and made limeade in a big glass pitcher. It was so delicious. The flavor of a Rangpur lime is wonderfully complex. It’s not just sour and acidic; it’s also got a flowery taste. I often think I can detect a hint of honeysuckle.

While we were drinking our limeade, Carl was being cute. He’s such a cheerful little fellow, he really brightens up our house. When we first adopted him, we thought he was a girl and we called him Daisy. The name still seems kind of perfect for him because he’s such a sunny, happy soul. He’s friendly to all the other cats, but especially the ones with social problems: shy, timid Foxy and moody Buntin, who is her own worst enemy and a helpless slave to her emotions. He works on them, trying to draw them out, win their trust. His method with Foxy is to bump heads with her repeatedly and purr and rub his side against hers. He likes to stand right next to her and drape his tail protectively over her back.

Oh, I forgot. I also did a couple of inside projects (on Saturday night). I finally figured out how to display my cute little pig-shaped serving bowl, a treasure I’ve had for years and kept buried at the bottom of our old salt box (a piece of furniture that looks kind of like a primitive desk). I put a potted fern in the pig bowl and turned it into a centerpiece for the kitchen table. The cats approve of this new additionthey enjoy walking around on the table in an unsanitary fashion and nibbling on the fern.

Lastly, I found pictures to put in some brass frames that have been sitting empty for several months. It’s quite a relief. Now if only I could find a little decorative item to put next to the frames. . . . I’ll have to add that to my to-do list.

Breezeway Touchup

Breezeway Touchup

On Saturday Rob and I touched up the paint on the breezeway and repainted the door that leads from the breezeway to the Little House. The breezeway gets lots of wear and tear because it’s open to the elements–and because it’s our cats’ very favorite 

A Sweet Sunday

A Sweet Sunday

Rob was out of town on Sunday, so I got to have one of my little “Leslie days.” It was extremely pleasant. I started it with a delicious breakfast of popcorn popped on the stove. There’s nothing better than eating popcorn at dawn. As I ate, I read a cookbook …

Vegan Strawberry Milkshake

Vegan Strawberry Milkshake

I’ve had the nicest morning. I got up obscenely early, which is really fun for me (I feel like I’m stealing time, cheating the system). I was sitting in the sun room in my pajamas when I saw a big barred owl in the backyard, in the dim, predawn light. He took off from the ground (I guess he’d caught something) and flew off into the woods. It was a magical sight.

I brushed Foxy and Carl, and they purred and bumped heads in a drowsy, comfortable, companionable way. Then I went out and swept the front porch (still in my pajamas) just as excuse to admire my caladiums. In case you were wondering, they’re still awesome. I have them in several spots around the porch in fancy urns.

I didn’t have any food in the house except for ice cream and (weirdly) strawberries, so I decided to make myself a vegan strawberry milkshake for breakfast. It was quite delightful. When I was taking the milkshake’s picture, the cats kept horning in, so in most of the shots I got there are ears or perhaps a paw or tail included. Cats make everything more complicated.

Anyway, here’s the recipe:

Vegan Strawberry Milkshake

Ingredients:

1 cup vegan vanilla ice cream
3/4 cup almond milk
1 Tbls sugar
1 1/2 cups fresh organic strawberries

Directions:

Mix everything in a blender until smooth.