If you missed Weeks One, Two and Three, you can find them by following the links.
This weeks prompt is Top 5 Places I’d Like to Visit. This one is hard for me since I can’t really travel much anymore.
Last year, we drove all the way to Florida to see TimberLeaves and the trip was super hard for me. By the time we got there, I was exhausted and in a lot of pain, not exactly how you want to start your visit with someone you haven’t seen in 20 years.
Now, when I think of the places I’d like to visit, I wonder if I’ll ever actually get to see any of them, but it never hurts to dream!
Scotland – It’s beautiful. I’d like to see the lochs and rolling green hills.
Whales – I found out I’m Welsh on my bio father’s side. Explains the red in my hair and the blue eyes, I suppose.
China and/or Japan – I’ve always felt a connection to Asian art and culture and I think it looks beautiful over there.
Titanic – Again, something I’ve always felt drawn to. I’d love to spend some time over where the remains of the Titanic are and pay my respects to those who perished.
New Orleans – I’ve always wanted to attend Marti Gras and walk the Garden District that I heard so much about in one of my favorite Ann Rice series, The Mayfair Witches.
An odd little list, but those are my top five places I’d like to visit one day.
I won’t lie and say that I have a huge Beltane post ready for you today, I don’t. It’s actually kind of snuck up on me this year with all the other things I’ve had going on and I find myself unprepared.
I did manage to get out and do a bit of gardening yesterday, but that’s about it.
The kids were supposed to come over today and get some yard work done and I’d thought we might have a little bonfire to honor the season tonight but I woke up to rainy, dreary skies and a wet ground this morning, so I guess it’ll be more of a personal day with everyone working.
I did realize yesterday, with more than a little dismay, that all of my gardening tools have disappeared over the last two years. At least, I couldn’t find them anyway.
Even so, I managed to get my green onions transplanted into the dirt and out of the kitchen window.
I spent some time out on the porch both alone and sitting with Chicklet. After waking up to my soggy world this morning, I’m glad I took the time yesterday.
Dinner was kind of a throw-together event that mostly featured my harvested green onions.
These are marinated steak bites. A very throw-together kind of main dish, but they were very good.
I’m not sure what it is, but I’m finding a special kind of joy in eating things we grow ourselves and I’m thinking I want a garden again, even if it’s a container garden on the front porch with a herb garden over the sink.
Right now, the apple tree just finished blooming and I’m excitedly watching to see the process of the apples starting to come out since this is the first time I’ve owned an apple tree.
We also have some wild cherry growing out there, too.
Mini-Me and The Pain found several places when we were cleaning up the yard for Easter/Ostara, where blackberry vines are coming up in the yard and I’m more than a little excited about that.
Every time I open my door, I get hit with the sweet smells of honeysuckle and I have found where it’s growing all around the edges of the yard.
I want to look for ways to use honeysuckle before they fade away.
I also think I may have found some wild lettuce growing near my steps. It’s said to be nature’s morphine and one of the strongest natural pain-killers available. If I find out for sure that it is wild lettuce, I’m going to be harvesting it and finding out how to use it as a natural pain alternative.
Here’s an article I found over on Ask A Prepper about wild lettuce.
Something about foraging my own property is appealing to me, just like intentionally growing my own food.
There’s something that I don’t think I’ve mentioned on this blog before, and today’s post seems like the right place to bring it up. Paul and I used to have our own little homestead.
We used to live in a camper in a “friend’s” yard. We shared a communal garden with them and there was talk of chickens, but then the accident happened and my entire life got put on hold. It’s taken two years (it’ll officially be two years on June 13th) for me to even consider picking up the pieces of our old life.
While I’m fully aware that my physical limitations will prevent me from doing a lot of the things I was doing two years ago, I see no reason why I can’t do at least some of those things, just from a more modern-homestead approach.
The few years we spent building our homestead was when I fell in love with making my own things like butter, cool whip, bacon bits, laundry detergent and skincare products.
It was the time when I also learned a lot about using what you have and reusing and repurposing things.
Life has changed a lot in the last two years and there are some things that will probably never be the same, but since Beltane this year is going to be a solo day, I think I’ll spend the day looking back on what life used to be like and making some plans for what’s to come!
So, what is SOC Sunday? Some of you may have seen a SOC post on other blogs. There are a few of them out there, not all of them on Sunday, but for those who don’t know, let me explain.
Stream of Consciousness is supposed to be where you just write whatever is in your heart or on your mind as it comes to you. No specific topic, at least not to start with (I usually find that my mind picks it’s own main topic while I write). It’s a mind-dump. No editing, beyond fixing typos.
*Note: I’ve found it difficult sometimes to get this post done in real-time on Sundays and get it posted by a decent time, so going into the future, SOC Sunday will be like a weekly dump of “what happened this week” and will be posted on the Sunday after it’s written.
I’m running behind today, which seems to be the story of my life. My kids laugh that I’ll be late to my own funeral, and I probably will be.
This week has had a lot of Spring Cleaning involved, and not just the physical kind. It’s been spiritual, too.
I have been off my path for a long time and I finally started to see how it was affecting all the other aspects of my life. My relationships with those I love, my relationship with my home….it’s all interconnected. When I get off the path too far spiritually, the rest seems to start to fall apart as well.
So this morning, I took some advice from my sister of the heart, Timber Leaves, and went out on the porch for a while.
While there wasn’t much sun on our porch this morning, I did get to enjoy the sights, sounds, and scents of nature. I heard more wildlife than I saw although I did enjoy watching a carpenter bee making its way lazily from bud to bud on our apple tree.
It was peaceful, and just what I needed. That’s one of the things I love about my sister-of-the-heart, she understands me and my needs, even before I do sometimes.
Before the day was out, I actually ended up out on the porch a few times. DH and the oldest were doing some yard work and even cleared out around the bottom of the magnolia tree.
My hope is that the front yard will be ready for next Sunday so that Squishy has somewhere to hunt eggs.
In other news, my Dad is seeing someone. She sounds like a lovely woman but this is new territory for me and I’m not completely sure what to do with it.
Mom has been gone for nearly 4 years, and I know he’s lonely. I’m being as supportive as I know how to be and even extended an invitation to the cookout next Sunday. Dad said she has things with her church and her siblings going on and probably won’t come, but I did offer, so I felt good about that.
I managed to hurt myself on Monday while taking Mini-Me and her family out to do some stuff, so I’m struggling to get on track with everything. The blog is beginning to grow slowly, almost on its own so now I find myself looking at scheduling things in advance to give me a little more time to write and get things rolling around here. Wish me luck in getting into the swing of things!