Celebrating the independence of our country with fireworks and revelry – the happiness of not being dependent on the rule of another nation – becoming independent in our own right and honor. I love that this celebration falls in the middle of summer, perfect for families and fun – picnics and parties.
Independence = noun: independence = the fact or state of being independent.
synonyms: self-government, self-rule, home rule, separation, self-determination, sovereignty, autonomy, freedom, liberty, self-sufficiency, self-reliance, autonomy, freedom, liberty.
As John Adams said, “I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forever more.”
The day of deliverance settles with me here. Deliverance into freedom.
John has finished consolidation therapy for his multiple myeloma, albeit with some bumps in the road. He had a tough time with the drugs this round and stopped taking some of them at the end – too many side affects left him feeling pretty crappy. We go in tomorrow for a bone marrow biopsy in order to check the status of his remission, then we meet with Dr. CEO on July 10 for the results and next steps. All is well and he is healthy, happy and enjoying life – we both are. For this we are enormously grateful!
On a summertime note, around the homestead lately we are beginning to enjoy the fruits of our garden with many herbs, cucumbers, and still harvesting some fresh greens believe it or not. We watch the tomatoes everyday for their ripening. John won’t let me pick any green ones to fry before we get a red one. I’m itching for a fried green tomato y’all!! I love them – always have – always will!! On a visit to my best friend’s mother’s home one summer, she made fried green tomatoes. As we sat down to feast, Mom said, “Rene’ if you sprinkle a little sugar on’em it makes’em a lot better.” Jane came back with, “Mom, I don’t think she could like them any better.” Jane is always right on!!
Nature therapy = baby wrens have hatched on our porch which leaves us alert to their growth and feeding. It’s comical – momma wren pops upon the railing of the porch dangling worms, then drops down to the porch deck and hops along the decking to get closer to the bag where she has made a nest. The thing is, she has made the nest in Patsy’s dog-stuff bag that lives on a shelf in the corner of our porch – she could easily just fly into the bag and feed her babies. Maybe the origin of the phrase “bird brain”? Instead, she takes a cautious approach because Patsy lives on the porch too. When Patsy notices the action of momma wren, she jumps up to chase the movement, which terrifies momma wren and away she flies. The observation of agility – again, momma wren could easily fly into the bag and be done with it. Are she and Patsy playing a game, or is this momma wren’s natural struggle? We are training Patsy to leave momma wren alone – it works half the time, then we take Patsy inside so momma can go about feeding in peace.
There are three babies and we can hear them chirping for food now. Every year a bird tries to build a house on our porch, but usually abandons the nest because of the liveliness of life we bring outside. We live on our porch when the weather allows. It’s easy to enjoy watching the shift of seasons, the changing of our backdrop, the dynamics of nature.
We are all nature, living together on our planet, hopefully trying to harmonize our habitat. The one thing we can be certain of is the consistency of change. May we enjoy every moment.
Blessings and happy summer!
Do good – eat well – take care!
the nest in the bag