It's true. I'm a homey. I love working on our house and piddling around here in there. Last weekend Lennis and I washed windows and finished painting the south side of our home. We planted flowers and have started cutting down our pussy willow. Poor little tree didn't survive last summers drought. On a good note... A little pussy willow tree is growing next to the dead one. They grow really fast. When I was growing up mom had pussy willows in her garden. I remember picking off the fuzzy little blossoms and rubbing them on my face. I also thought the name was cool. Not sure how it got that name, but is always seemed an appropriate name. If you're thinking of growing one, they're super easy. You can root them in water. Dig a deep hole for the roots. I'd say three times deeper than the plant. My mom used to say her dad taught her that. Having seen how well our little seedling thrived over the years I'd say she was right. I can still remember when Lennis dug the extra deep hole. My mom was instructing him and I remember being amazed on how deep we dug. If I were a kid, I'd be thinking we were diggin to China! Only leave the tip of the tree sticking out or a couple of inches.
It feels spring nice to finally have some extra time to start making outdoor home improvements. In addition to home work I'll soon be starting summer soap manufacturing. Not far behind will be autumn and holiday batches. Yes, I know it seems early. Trust me, it's not! Remember Bittersweet soap has to cure for a couple of months before you can slap on those rich suds!
For now though I'm enjoying time spent around the house.
This old house is more than a home. It's a soap and skin care manufacturing plant, a supply warehouse, fabric shop, post office, shipping and receiving as well as laundry facility, bakery and dining establishment, botanical club headquarters, herb apothecary, etc. It's my adobe! Home is where the heart is.
I'm having some creative blocking lately. It happens... This is the first time since I opened the shop though that I've experienced it. Not sure where it comes from. It's a lonely place that I'm not fond of. However, I've learned to go with the flow don't push or rush. Simply take a deep breath and wait for it to return. That's when home life happily fills in the gap.
Creative flow may return today as I've been invited to a dear friends house to go through her fifty year old fabric stash. She wants to share the textiles with me. You may recall me talking about Evalyn. She was my neighbors nanny for many years. We first met standing, waiting for the school bus to arrive. Patrick is the same age as my neighbors children. Each morning we'd stand and talk while waiting for the school-bus. Our conversations varied from world problems to what's for dinner. All of which we always had the answer and really didn't understand the confusion. Great minds think alike, I thought, think!
I'm hanging our sheets and pillowcases on the clothes line today. There's no better feeling than to lay your body on fresh clean outdoor dried sheets and pillow cases. No better feeling...
Enjoy caring and sharing days.