tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57503972528758889332024-02-18T22:06:28.115-06:00DakotaQuilterSDQuilterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518627373023482150noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397252875888933.post-61836126261442931142018-02-20T15:23:00.000-06:002018-02-20T15:23:35.361-06:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day saying "I'll try again tomorrow.”</span></h2>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Mary Anne Radmacher</span></h2>
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I lost a best friend in December, her name was Schuster and she was a few weeks shy of twenty years old. She saw me through good times and unfortunately, some really bad times. She loved Bruce so much. We will both miss her.<br />
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Just an image from online that I love and want to recreate in my own garden, maybe in a barrel of garlic.<br />
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I bought this lovely necklace from an amazing artist. It is my favorite scripture, our minister even included it in our wedding ceremony.<br />
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I believe this was from 1968. Our old blue Dodge van, my older sister Cathy, whom we lost last August 9th, and one of my younger sisters, Maria. We were at Little Rock AFB in Arkansas. The tree casting it's shadow was a Mimosa, otherwise known as a sensitive plant. If you ran your finger down the leaves, they would curl up. I was 10 years old.</div>
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<b>It doesn't take much--it can be just giving a smile. The world would be a much better place if everyone smiled more.
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day. </span></h2>
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We are planning an addition on the house...right over the top of my beautiful rosemary bush. I took cuttings before we try to dig it up to move it, you know...just in case.</div>
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I have been anxious although the problem is not mine alone and I am not at liberty to share. This passage comforts me. May I ask you for an unspoken pray, please? It is life and death.</div>
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I have shared my dill with a tribe of these greedy bastards. It is okay, it will grow back and we will be delighted with the black swallowtails that will follow.</div>
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<span style="color: #45818e;">People often say that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.
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Gardening from a wheelchair is a challenge. First two ghost peppers.</div>
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Schuster's catnip, she is 19 and we were told she has a lung mass. A large one.<br />
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We have the best looking basil, headed for frozen pesto for a taste of summer this winter.<br />
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We have baby figs!<br />
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I want her to have quality of life. She has been my constant source of comfort. She has seen me through pain and happiness. She was there through divorce, surgery, the lost of my dearest friend. She loved my Bruce the first time she met him. She was happy to move here so we could marry and start a new life together. He loves her, too.</div>
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Every year I grow a yellow Gerbera for my friend, Penny. I miss her everyday, Yellow was her favorite color. These flowers comfort me.</div>
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The love if my life and I take care of a feral colony of cats. A momma cat started bringing her three babies around. This little Miss has adopted Bruce. She runs to meet him and loves being rubbed and scratched. She will be coming in the house very soon. A door begins to close, a window begins to open. There will be pain and loss. There will be comfort. Life marches on.</div>
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A trip to Philly to see my Neuro. The new MS drug is not for me. More risk than benefit. We talked about Biotin.</div>
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This is a Passion Flower dug up from my friend, Vicki's, garden and gifted to me, How wonderful is that?!<br />
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Hostas in pots really do come back stronger some years.<br />
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Outdoor succulents on a shell from the fair Bruce and I went to last week. A lovely memorial for a great day. We have an Amish market and a Church Farmers Market tomorrow.</div>
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We have a family pass to the Philadelphia Zoo, A very large group of us go often. The meerkats have always been my favorite. These little African birds were very friendly, staying one step ahead of my wheelchair.</div>
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Time moves on. Happier than I have ever been, this is a good marriage. The MS progresses but I fight. I lost my physical therapist, he moved on to more pay, a job closer to his home. Now we start over again.<br />
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I looked out the French doors to see this bird. He remained just so until Freddie Peepers (a wild cat Dear Husband feeds) spotted him and decided this could be dinner on bird feet. Very interesting face, don't you think? We do feed birds, just not these.</div>
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I am ready for Spring. This Bleeding Heart was a $1 special at Lowes last year, I am very proud of it. Turned out much better than I thought it would after the first winter in the ground. It is well mulched.<br />
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These are a new kind of chives for me. Instead of sending up blossoms, it sends up tiny plants much like an Egyptian Walking Onion. I bought the plants last year from Burpees after having read an article about them. Dear Husband is going to help me bend wire so I can peg the little plantlets into pots to start new plants to share.<br />
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The little plantlet. I feel so proud. They are doing just what was advertised.<br />
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I told my Husband a month or so ago that the pole the wren house was on was crooked. Last week he decided to try straightening it. The little wren came flying out, probably off her eggs, cussing up a storm. She flew up in the tree right above, flying from limb to limb and chirping in short bursts, most likely asking just what he thought he was doing! She did eventually go back in. She blocked the door. Not a happy camper and you should have seen his face.</div>
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I don't know about you, I am ready for fresh tomatoes and herbs from the garden. It is time to get my fingers in the dirt. Right now, it is snowing but I am looking at seeds and dreaming. We have been talking about the greenhouse and trying to plan where everything will go.<br />
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We will still be putting in lots of different cherry and grape tomatoes. All of us miss the colored jewels that graced the family table last summer.<br />
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I am looking forward to the rosemary blooming again. Summer garden dreaming, on such a snowy day. Homemade pesto :)</div>
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Last week, the first week of March, our Queen Elizabeth rose decided to put out leaf buds. I really need to get it pruned.<br />
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Rose is the theme. My friend, Vicki, gave me a wonderful present, a rose scented geranium. the scent is wonderful, I am ready for Spring.<br />
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The Rosemary made it through the winter! It has a new little buddy from Vicki's shop, a concrete bunny.<br />
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While I was there for a visit, she broke off a bloom from her pretty camellia. There was enough that I am trying for a groot.</div>
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A friend gave me this young bulb last summer, it was left outside after the first few frosts. I thought it was dead, but brought it in anyway and my man closed it up in a cardboard box. My dear husband checked it for me every time he watered the lemon and lime trees. It threw up three tiny leaves, we put it in the sun. It has four blossoms. I have never had one rebloom before.<br />
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Today, we enjoyed weather in the 60s, in February. In celebration, my Granddaughter and I planted amazing tulip bulbs. Granted, I began and my hands would not cooperate. I gave instructions and she did a fantastic job. I am very proud of her! My dear husband gets credit for the soil work.<br />
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I hope we really will have an early Spring. The hellebores are not blooming yet but we have tulips and daffodils are coming up. The fig tree, as well as the cherry and peach are pliable. Chives, all three kinds, are coming up, the cats have catnip coming up. I am wondering if I will be able to garden this year. Need to be stronger.</div>
SDQuilterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518627373023482150noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397252875888933.post-27204406650800430762016-02-22T19:10:00.001-06:002016-02-22T19:14:36.484-06:00As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat. Ellen Perry Berkeley<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Schuster has been my companion for a few years, almost 18. When she was 16, her vet told me she had the body of a 6 year old. Pretty cool. She has been there through good times and bad. She loves my Husband and he loves her. That was one of the ways I knew he was a good man. Love me, love my cat.<br />
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And now for Freddie Peepers, peeping at us through the French door. When we first met him, he was so thin you could see all his ribs and you could count his spinal vertebrae. My soft hearted man started feeding him. Outside. In return, Freddie Peepers was pretty much responsible for decreasing the mole, vole, groundhog, and chipmunk population on the property. We haven't even had many squirrels! He is a keeper.<br />
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Until he started limping. We were afraid we might have to put him down. We worried and fretted until he finally tripped the trap. The vet had him for about 4 hours, his wound was cleaned, he was tested for diseases, all negative. He was neutered (sorry about that, Peepers, but who wants those child support payments anyway?). He was vaccinated and spent the night in one of the sheds. He is so much better now and we are relieved. Love him, Love his cat.</div>
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It has been a long while. Loss is always hard to cope with. I have been married to a wonderful man for a little over a year now. He helps me, he loves me. He is my soulmate. He talks to me, he hugs me. We do everything together. From the beginning, we agreed to never fight, life is to short. I am so blessed!<br />
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This man loves Christmas! I mean he really loves Christmas. I have teased him for years about his 'blow-up dolls' that decorate his yard. He has Santas and snowmen, he has angels and stars. This year, thanks to a wonderful woman one town over, I have helped him branch out into vintage wicker. He restrung new lights inside this little guy and he is marvelous!<br />
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He even has a sleigh and a few reindeer. We added a little lit squirrel to the porch rail. We have been blessed with unseasonably warm temperatures, we are still pulling turnips, chard, carrots, beets, kale and salad greens out of the garden.<br />
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For the first time since I was alone on the farm back in 2005, my nativity is up. Our nativity. He was excited to see each one as it came out of the box. He was my photographer. My ladies, my Christmas present from last year, look like they are rejoicing.<br />
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I am in a wheelchair full time. It took a while to knit my last sock. 18 months. How hard was that? Thanks to <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCSPrWB2SZXVCj2-PH-36xBA" target="_blank">Rox</a> over at YouTube, I have learned different way to use my fingers to knit. I believe this second sock will only take about 3 months. She also has a group over on Ravelry, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/groups/rox-rocks" target="_blank">Rox Rocks</a>. It has an unbelievable amount of tips, hints and instruction. Grab a cup of tea (or coffee or cocoa) and set aside some time for interesting reading, <br />
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We are all settled in and we are all happy. Life is better and I want to start journaling it here again. Time to start over.<br />
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God bless and Merry Christmas.</div>
SDQuilterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17518627373023482150noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750397252875888933.post-35197028331391142122014-11-26T20:05:00.001-06:002014-11-26T20:05:48.349-06:00New Beginning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I did it! I married a good man. I married a man I have been friends with for a lot of years. It is time to start again fresh. Fresh and happy. We married in my parents living room, they signed as our witnesses. All my sisters and my brother were there. Most of their spouses made it, too. Some of their kids. My daughter and granddaughter were there. It was a wonderful day. One I hope to remember all the days of my life. I want to remember how lucky I am to have him. This is the man I want to look at every morning and smile. We deserve this. We deserve now. I hope you are all as blessed as we are. </div>
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I have sad news. My best friend passed away in August from small cell lung cancer. She fought valiantly for a year before it stole her away from us. She and I were supposed to grow gracefully into old age, sharing events and secrets and just life in general. I loved her like a sister and still do today. I always will. I still talk to her and sent her emails to tell her wonderful and disappointing things. I am not sure how to heal from this. I know it will take time. She won't be here for my wedding...more on that in a minute.</div>
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On October 11th, I was marrying the love of my life. His name is Bruce, I have known him for years, and he is a very good man. When we found out 5 years ago that I have a very progressive form of Multiple Sclerosis, I was afraid it would scare him off. He said "We will get through this together." He meant it. He has been changing his house for me, moving into the main level bedroom, adding a ramp for my wheelchair, widening doors. My Grandmother, Lillian, told me to marry my best friend. This time I listened.</div>
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He lives a two day drive from me. He was one day into the drive, 12 hours on the road, when he decided to spend the night in Indiana. Early the next morning, I checked my messages to find his beautiful daughter's water had broken early. I told her I would turn him around and I did. He didn't make it in time for the birth of his first Granddaughter, Cassidy, she was in a big hurry to meet her Mother in person. He did get there soon afterward. He is a very proud Grandpa!! My daughter is calling Cassidy the wedding crasher. lol. We have postponed our marriage one month to November 8th. I am excited to meet this little girl! This was the perfect reason to delay starting my life with my soulmate. </div>
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My best friend won't be standing with me. Her name is Penny. I have ordered a special necklace from Etsy. It has a silver disk with her name and the year. It has a penny and then a heart on top. I have asked her husband for a penny from her purse. My Dad and Bruce will use my Grandfather John's handmade drill press to drill the hole in Penny's penny and we will exchange the pennies in the necklace. I will show you when it is done. I will have her with me on my wedding day.</div>
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Things are busy around here. Sorting, donating, throwing away, packing and moving! I have spent a long time being afraid to marry after a bad marriage. I have spent a long time healing. I am ready for my happily ever after. :)</div>
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I am retired. Kicking and screaming. 27 February, 2014. Yesterday, I had a new addition to my life, his name is Bob. Or 808, Sue couldn't tell. I prefer 808 of 9. He lifts, he tilts, he whirls 180 degrees!!! He is a snazzy red and will take me to places I can no longer go without him. For that I am grateful. Today, as part of my physical therapy, Bob and Sue and I went for a "walk" to Walgreens, crossing two streets. In and out of doors is still a challenge, heck, going straight poses a challenge, as the gash in the paint on her wall will attest. Now, someone needs to teach him to open doors. Maybe I need a guide monkey.<br />
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I am just finishing a pair of socks tonight and am hoping to get them blocked. I joined a sock swap and am hoping she will like them. You know how it is when you knit for another knitter. Will she see my mistake? Will it fit her perfectly? Will the color be alright? I will post pictures after I have them blocked, she does not visit me here, yet.<br />
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My life was not supposed to move in this direction. From early on, I imagined a life similar to, but not the same as, Tasha Tudor. I learned to knit and crochet. I took a class to learn to spin with a drop spindle (I still want to learn to spin). In a previous marriage, we had goats because of Tasha. I learned to can and dry food. I blended my own teas. I quilted. I gardened. I loved animals. I had a turkey named Eep (because that is what the turkey said when I asked her what her name was not long after she hatched). I envisioned retirement to be full of all the loves I had cultivated throughout my life. I really loved rummaging and going to garage sales with friends. </div>
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In my header picture, all of those things (the pots and tables and iron obelisk) were found that way. The cherub tables, there are two, were purchased at a garage sale for me by my friend, Penny. It was one of the last ones we were able to go to. I got so tired, I went to sit in the Jeep to wait for her to finish. Waiting was not a problem, it gave me time to rest. There had only been one table when I was in there, but Penny talked the woman into selling her the second one the lady had decided to keep so she could give me a pair. She really is a great friend. I will have them always. I hope I have her always, too. That is a story for another day.</div>
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I needed time to rest, I found out a few months later, because I have Multiple Sclerosis. That sure explained a lot. I was always tired, my legs, the left one especially, were not working well. I soon went from a cane to a walker. There were a lot more symptoms going on, but I refused to cave. I told my Supervisor and Commander I refused to quit. A lot of people worked through this and so would I. I have, for 4 1/2 years. I can't anymore and will be retiring very soon. </div>
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I have a wonderful man in my life, Bruce. He has always told me, since my diagnosis, we will get through this together. Even before he would read about what this would do to me, to us. I loved him before that, but let's face it, that clinched the deal. We will be starting our lives together this summer most likely. </div>
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Bruce is a gardener. We will have at least one tall raised bed so I can help. We will need to put in wide paths so the wheelchair can navigate. I still knit, just very slowly now. My physical therapist has told me never to stop, it is excellent therapy. Our animals will be cats, he has one, I have one who is a little old lady at 16. We both like reading. My canning days are surely over, but I should still be able to dehydrate and freeze. I still enjoy tea, my favorite drink. </div>
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My life is changing. Not the way I wanted. It looks like it will be okay, though. I still have a lot to learn and a lot to be thankful for. I have wonderful family and friends who have all helped me and still offer help. Marge, another good friend just did and always does. I have Bruce. I have Schuster. I am not sure how, but things will always be fine.</div>
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