Thurs. June 10, 2021: The Scent of Sea Air (For Just A Moment)

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Thursday, June 10, 2021

New Moon in Gemini

Pluto Retrograde

Saturn Retrograde

Mercury Retrograde

Sunny and cooler

Not much to say about the garden. The grass is growing. I’m vigilant about watering it. Because of the intense packing, there’s not much time to spend on the deck these last few days here. Plus, it’s been so darned hot.

I woke up just before 2:30 this morning, and actually smelled the sea air for the first time in months. Humid, but salty.

Of course, a few minutes later, the traffic started up again, and all I could smell was car exhaust.

I’m so tired of the beauty of this area being destroyed.

There are lots of coyote tracks in the back yard. They’re busy, even though they’re stealthy about it this year.

Thurs. May 27, 2021: Carpenter Ants

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Thursday, May 27, 2021

Last Day of the Full Moon in Sagittarius

Pluto Retrograde

Saturn Retrograde

Cloudy and pleasant

The lilacs are absolutely magnificent this year. It will be sad when they fade. I’m so grateful we were still here to enjoy them.

The grass is coming in well. I’m conscientious about the watering. It’s fun to watch the difference from day to day. If anyone makes a derogatory comment about “watching grass grow” as something boring, they are sadly mistaken! It’s quite fun.

Monday morning, I discovered a swarm of carpenter ants coming out of the seam between the deck roof and the kitchen door. I had a fit. Hosed them off, used ant killer. Called the landlord, so we could form a plan of action. I can’t stand ants. I didn’t even really know what carpenter ants were, except that they were big and scary. When I looked it up online, it was even scarier.

But it’s being dealt with.

The landlord mowed the front, so we’re not suffering from vacant lot syndrome. Per his request, I removed the cedar barrel with the chrysanthemums from the front.

I have to talk to our neighbors down the street, who are avid gardeners, to see if they want our potted lilacs, roses of Sharon, and some of the other big plants we most likely can’t take with us. Otherwise, they need to go up on Craigslist this week or next.

No takers for the electric shovel yet.

Garage is getting there; I still have to sort out some of the broken saucers that can be tossed, and get more recycling to the dump.

We’re getting there slowly, but have to accelerate over the next few weeks, even though we don’t yet know where we are going.

The tourists are already swarming, even worse than the carpenter ants. They are nastier than ever. It will be good to be out of here before the summer gets even more intense.

Enjoy your Memorial Day weekend! Hopefully, you can spend time outside.

Thurs. May 20, 2021: Brilliant Lilacs!

photo by Devon Ellington

Thursday, May 20, 2021

Second Quarter Moon Waxing in Scorpio

Pluto Retrograde

Celtic Tree Month of Hawthorn

Sunny and pleasant

The lilacs are absolutely magnificent this year. I’ve never seen the heritage lilac so laden with blooms. The scent is amazing. I have my windows open, and every time there’s a breeze, it’s heaven.

I’m grateful we were here to see and smell them one last time, and that they’re so magnificent.

The grass is growing, and it’s exciting. No, I’m not being sarcastic. It’s actually exciting to watch the grass grow. There’s a difference, not just every day, but between morning and evening.

The pollen, however. . .my goodness. I sat outside for an hour the other day; when I came in, I had to shower to scrub off all the pollen. Then I had to scrub out the tub, because it was all in a lump at the bottom of the tub. Tessa, my black cat, sat in the window for a stretch; the pollen came through the screen, and she had gold highlights. I cleaned her off so she wouldn’t groom herself and ingest the pollen.

I need to run the little push mower over the front grass, which is starting to suffer from Vacant Lot Syndrome. I didn’t hire the lawn guy this year, since we’re leaving; besides, that little patch isn’t worth anyone’s time. Let’s hope the push mower can get it done.

I’m cleaning, sorting, and stacking the pots we’ve accumulated over the years. Boy, do we have a lot of pots. They’ll have to go in storage, if we move somewhere without a garage or a basement (which seems likely at this point).

Trying to get rid of the big lawn mower and the electric shovel, but no takers so far. I’ll just keep trying.

How are things blooming in your area?

photo by Devon Ellington

Thurs. May 13, 2021: Lilacs!

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Thursday, May 13, 2021

First Quarter Moon Waxing in Gemini

Celtic Tree Month of Hawthorn begins

Sunny and pleasant

The lilacs are blooming! My lovely white Edith Cavill lilac in the pot blooms, and the heritage lilac tree that came with the house. I’m so grateful to be here for the blooms one last time. I will miss them when we leave. When I’m out on the deck, every breeze is filled with heavenly scent!

So what does Celtic Tree Month of Hawthorn mean? Instead of regurgitating information, I’m linking to a delightful article on Eco Enchantments here. I can use some of the protection, relaxation, and happiness!

I’m tending the irrigation on the newly sodded patches. The landlord set it up after the septic guys sowed last week, and I make sure to turn it on in the early evenings, when it looks dry.

I’ve been so sick since the last vaccine dose that I haven’t done much anywhere. The landlord has landscapers looking at the space, so once the sod comes in, I assume they’ll get to work. I’m going to ask him to let me know when, so I can get the big potted lilacs and azalea out of the way. I hope we have green space where we’re going so we can take our big pots, but if we don’t, neighbors down the street will give them a home.

This weekend, I plan to clean out the garage, while still packing and trying to purge more from the basement. I especially want to get the garden things sorted out and packed.

It’s supposed to be lovely and finally getting warmer (we still have flannel sheets on the beds and are using hot water bottles). But I bet the pine pollen drops soon and then, it’s one big Achoo! For a few weeks.

How’s your May shaping up?

Thurs. May 6, 2021: Room For New Growth

photo by Devon Ellington

Thursday, May 6, 2021

Fourth Quarter Waning Moon in Pisces

Celtic Tree Month of Willow

Pluto Retrograde

Still dark outside

It’s been quite a tumultuous week, on the yard front.

The landlord had a new septic system put in, so the entire back yard (terraced area and meadow) was dug up in order to install it. The guys were terrific – it was like watching precision dance. The guy manning the digger was so skilled. The guy working the pit was amazing, too. I’d be terrified to have several tons of machinery moving that close to me. The level of trust involved is enormous.

They were fast, they were tidy, they were nice. They made the whole experience as stress-free as possible.

As you know, I have a medical condition where repetitive machine noise can cause a lot of pain. While the vibration of the heavy machinery was a bit wearing at times, it was high-quality equipment, and the actual noise was much less than the neighbors who are always puttering around running their tools just for the noise. I think the neighbor across the street who rides his bulldozer around just for fun had Heavy Equipment Envy.

They raked, added topsoil and grass seed before they left, flattening out the meadow, which has always been lumpy and a problem to mow. They managed to work around the retaining wall. It’s going to look beautiful once it all grows back.

Che Guevara Chipmunk was upset, though. His actual home, under the bush at the retaining wall, wasn’t hurt. But, the first day, after they started digging, he sat on the step on the deck and stared and stared, with the most devastated expression on his little chipmunk face. I felt terrible for upsetting him so much.

image by Devon Ellington

The lilacs on the big old lilac tree are starting to bud. I’ll be able to cut some this weekend and enjoy them when I get back from my second vaccine dose.

There’s been a lot of rain this week – the poor guys worked right through it. Today is supposed to be nice, but I think the weekend will be kind of damp.

We need it, though.

Thurs. April 29, 2021: Sadness

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Thursday, April 29, 2021

Third Quarter Waning Moon in Sagittarius

Pluto Retrograde

Foggy and cool

We’ve got the Adirondack chairs and the small table up on the deck, along with the big table that lives there all year round. The few big pots we have out are doing fine.

I’m thinking about getting a few pansies and putting them in the hanging pots in the front, even if it’s only for a few weeks. It would be cheerful.

The new septic tank goes in on Monday, and they might need to pull up part of the deck to do it. Which means we won’t be able to sit out and enjoy the deck after that, will we, for however long we still have here.

I hate not knowing where we will be, or being able to plant a garden. It hurts my heart.

Hopefully, we will find a place that has at least a little bit of green space that is just our own. I would hate to give up the plants in the big pots that I’ve nurtured for nearly ten years.

Thurs. April 22, 2021: Earth Day

photo by Devon Ellington

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Second Quarter Waxing Moon in Leo

Celtic Tree Month of Willow

Sunny and cool

Earth Day

The photo is of the forsythia in the backyard, with the chimes from the deck. It’s in full bloom now, and lovely.

The lilacs are starting to bud, and the maple is showing red buds. We still have daffodils and hyacinths in the front yard, although the rain battered them a bit. I’m enjoying whatever time we have left with this yard.

Today is Earth Day. I still have the tee shirt from the first Earth Day.

How much do you want to bet the jackasses will be out today, since it’s sunny, cutting down more trees and destroying more habitat on Earth Day? Pretty soon, there won’t be any trees left on Cape Cod, except in the Audubon sanctuaries.

Weather’s been all over the place this past week, reeling from snow to warm enough to sit on the deck. I’ve taken Willa and Charlotte out in their playpens a few times. The other day, I took Willa out, but it was so windy, her playpen got blown over, so I took her back inside.

I hate not having any tomato or lettuce seedlings, but it doesn’t make sense to plant them, since we don’t know where we’ll be, or if we’ll have any green space.

The indoor plants are doing well.

I just want a nice, safe place to live with a little green space. I hate being in limbo.

April 15, 2021: Spring in A Changing Neighborhood

photo by Devon Ellington

Thursday, April 15, 2021

First Quarter Waxing Moon in Taurus

Celtic Tree Month of Willow begins

Cloudy and cold

Yes, that is a photo of my potted forsythia, started a few years back from cuttings from the forsythia in the yard. It started blooming in the garage. Last weekend, I moved the forsythia, the potted lilac, the two potted Roses of Sharon, and the clematis onto the deck, with the Adirondack chairs and the small table. We might as well enjoy whatever nice days we have left here.

We have a few daffodils blooming at the front and side of the house.

It’s been much cooler here than in the rest of the state, although Worcester is set to get snow tonight into tomorrow. Here, it will be heavy rain, which we desperately need.

People move to Cape Cod, claiming they move here for the beauty. Then, all they do is cut away trees and bushes and add chemicals to grasses and make it look like any subdivision in any bland spot in the world. Why do people come here to destroy? Why can’t they ever appreciate the beauty that’s here?

Coyote mating season is February/March. This year, I didn’t hear a single coyote call. Not one. Usually, they keep me up for at least a few weeks while they get busy. This year – not once.

Between the idiot with his landscaping and heavy machinery across the street, and the sketchy neighbors on the property behind with their late-night deliveries, odd heavy machine noises, and stack of old mattresses stacked in their back yard, this neighborhood is turning into a mix of industrial park and short-term rentals. It’s very discouraging.

On a happier note, we are moving into the Tree Month of Willow. I love Willow trees. They are about healing, growth, and protection, all of which I could use right now.

Yesterday was a nice enough sunny day, albeit a little chilly, to sit outside. Willa and Charlotte wanted to come, so I put them in their playpens, took a book and a glass of white cranberry peach juice, bundled up in a jacket, and sat outside for about an hour.

The traffic is as bad as it would be in midsummer. The neighborhood idiots keep buying bigger and louder leaf blowers, and running them all day every day EVEN THOUGH THERE ARENT’ ANY LEAVES. Quiet enjoyment of one’s space is no longer an option.

But the perennials in the terraced bed are poking up again, determined to make it for another year. The lilacs – both the old lilac by the fence, and the two potted lilacs I have near the fence – are starting to bud. There are some birds. Somebody built a big old nest in one of the oak trees.

Charlotte was a good little princess out there on her playpen. She sniffed the new smells, gave herself a bath, played with the toys in her playpen, and settled down to enjoy being out.

Willa did sniffy-sniffy and paced like a caged lion. She had a few things to say, and also played with her toys. But she’s learned how to roll her playpen, and I have to keep an eye on her, because she’s gotten pretty good at it, and can cover a lot of ground fast. I don’t want her rolling down the steps and across the yard.

Tessa, meanwhile, was up in the window, and in her new bed (more about that on today’s Ink in My Coffee post on the other blog).

Even with the noise and the chaos, it was nice to sit outside in semi-fresh air (all the leaf blowers and heavy machinery leave a weighted scent of machine oil around all the time, so it’s hard to smell what’s budding).

Maybe, just maybe, it will clear up a bit over the weekend, so we can sit out again.

In the meantime, how’s your garden growing? Have you started any seeds?

Thurs. April 8, 2021: A Hint of Spring

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Thursday, April 8, 2021

Fourth Quarter Waning Moon in Pisces

Celtic Tree Month of Alder

Cloudy and mild

There are finally signs of spring. The potted forsythia in the garage is blooming, and I’ll move it out on the deck soon. But even the in-ground forsythia are shyly starting to show yellow buds.

I love forsythia. They’re such a cheerful plant, and to me, mean spring. It makes me feel cheerful and hopeful, something I desperately need right now.

I have some daffodils in vases – not ones from the house, ones I bought. They’re lovely.

The hyacinths I planted out front about eight years ago bloomed. Another spring favorite.

We had a smattering of snow into Saturday morning. Woke up with it on the roof and the roof of the deck. Barely saw it on the ground; if I hadn’t looked out of the window early enough, I wouldn’t have seen it.

The bunnies survived the winter, living under the deck. We saw them last night, coming out for their supper. We love our bunnies. We’ve lost so much wildlife in the neighborhood, due to people cutting down their trees and overbuilding. Fewer birds, too, although a fresh robin watched me pull out of the driveway yesterday, and I can hear the mourning doves when I wake up.

We still don’t know where we will move, and I haven’t done any planting. I will be so sad if I don’t have any garden this year. The stress of not knowing where we will end up is taking a bad toll.

But I am trying to enjoy each moment still here, and I’m trying to stay optimistic that we will end up in the right place.

Thurs. April 1, 2021: Much-Needed Rain

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Thursday, April 1, 2021

Third Quarter Waning Moon in Scorpio

Rainy and cooler

We’re getting some much needed rain today, and temperatures are dropping. Upstate NY was supposed to get snow, poor things.

I like lying in bed listening to the rain. I find it soothing.

Not much to say on the garden front. The potted forsythia in the garage has started to bloom, and it’s lovely. The forsythia outside are still bare and shivering.

Since the landlord will be doing work on the house, and we will be moving soon, we aren’t doing any yard work. It would be a little early for yard work anyway, in spite of the neighbors’ incessant leaf blowing for non-existent leaves.

We’re taking care of the indoor plants, although I haven’t started any seeds.

I will be sad if there’s no garden at all this year.

One step at a time, though. One step at a time.

How’s your April starting?

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