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hey again y’all,

hate to keep complaining (some of you who know me well, may beg to differ, haha), but this unseasonably warm and muggy weather lately is really putting a damper on my energy levels and enthusiasm to do ANYthing short of taking naps in my dark, air conditioned bedroom.

so last weekend one of my FAGs and i hit the road (the other one went awol on us … okay, she was doing something honorable and noble like walking to raise money for the hope pregnancy center … while the other two of us went schlepping across central texas in search of that PERFECT treasure at all the garage sales, estate sales, church rummage sales, etc.). very selfish, the two of us. out there chasing our dreams and scheming of future jaunts like next weekend’s fredericksburg’s trade days.

but what a BLAST we had. my poor camry hasn’t been that packed in a long time. reminds me of the good old days when FAGGing was in full gear. oh, if you don’t know what FAGGing is and if you’re curious, you can click The Journey is Everything to read all about it. it was our “outting” blog. haha

first stop was an estate sale. i cleaned out an entire bedroom. well, almost. it had the most beautiful PINK ROSE comforter set with matching curtains. for an extra little amount, she threw in the fantastic vintage window w/mirror that was hanging above the bed.

our second stop was a sweet little yard sale run by some v. nice ladies who actually allowed jannetta (the FAG in question) to use their restroom AND write a check for her goods. ohmy. AND their prices were like THE BEST you could hope for.

“oh, 25 cents for this. 10 cents for that.”

that kinda thing. you junkers know what music that is to your ears. i must say, i’d never ever let a yard sale customer use my bathroom. call me not nice, call me anything you want, but i just wouldn’t. nor would i accept a check from someone i didn’t know. very well. but these ladies were better women than i am and they restored (somewhat) some lost faith in womankind.

we hit lots more sales, including the salado flea market thingy where we actually saw belly dancers perform (whaa?!), a church rummage sale where nothing was priced … they only accepted donations at YOUR discretion (not my cup of meat, i prefer to be told what it costs … otherwise i feel guilty because i’m a neurotic middle child) and many other yard sales. we were soooooo hot and tired and sweaty by lunch time.

and speaking of LUNCH, we backtracked a bit in order to eat in salado. jannetta wanted me to try out a quaint little place called adelea’s (i thought it was pronounced “uh-deal-yuhs”. but NO. wrong again, princess smart-ass. you say it “add-uh-leez”. emPHAsis on the first syLLAble.)

her younger cousin michael is the chef there and so we made a big to-do about knowing the chef and asking for him. he recently graduated from a wonderful culinary school in austin. he was v. kind and gracious and even gave me a sample of his chicken and dumplings (my all time fave comfort food). i loved them, but it was so dang hot i just didn’t have the stomach to eat something warm.

but the deli sandwich was delish and the home made pecan pie with chocolate drizzled over it was TO. DIE. FOR. honestly. i thought i’d died and gone to pecan heaven. michael said they get their pecans from a local vendor in salado. locally grown, locally baked, locally eaten, by local FAGs. us. yum.

okay, i have digressed waaaaay more than usual. what i WANTED to write about was a sweet little girl named gracie. she was the daughter of the yard sale lady who had the great prices and let jannetta use her restroom. while i was perusing her mama’s merchandise, she decided to follow me from table to table. she’d hide under something, then spring up and surprise me with a “Boo!”

this went on the entire time we were there. what a darling. probably about 5 years old. not sure why she latched onto me … must be my pied piper charms. haha. when we were loading up the car, she walked over and handed me a little flower. okay, honestly, it was a weed. picked from her front yard. but to me it was the most beautiful flower in the world. after i thanked her demonstratively (my mama didn’t raise no ingrate), i asked what her name was. she said, “gracie.”

“well of course it is. what else would it be?” i said to her. and i meant it. her mom and aunt were v. gracious to us and little gracie was nothing but a sweetheart, providing me with joy and amusement during our entire visit. you can’t put a price on that.

lord almighty. my word count is now officially 860. sheesh. and i didn’t even get to HALF of what i wanted to share with you. maybe the pics will fill in some of the blanks. enjoy!

love and hugs to all,
terry lee

yummy pink rose comforter and curtains and sheets

yummy pink rose comforter and curtains and sheets

close up

close up

old window frame w/mirror. gonna yank off that swag that came with it and use something else. will be part of my bedroom makeover

old window frame w/mirror. gonna yank off that swag that came with it and use something else. will be part of my bedroom makeover

great little turquoise train case. i lerve it!

great little turquoise train case. i lerve it!

find o' the day! a precious blue vintage lu-ray bowl ... got it with a bunch of other goodies at the church rummage sale. gave them $4 for the lot. and i have the matching platter that was my mom's!

find o' the day! a precious blue vintage lu-ray bowl ... got it with a bunch of other goodies at the church rummage sale. gave them $4 for the lot. and i have the matching platter that was my mom's!

with my mom's lu-ray platter in background

with my mom's lu-ray platter in background

this beauty speaks for itself. got it for prolly 25c. hard to tell since i bought so much with it.

this beauty speaks for itself. got it for prolly 25c. hard to tell since i bought so much with it.

like these precious vintage cups and saucers

like these precious vintage cups and saucers

pair of vintage serving utensils and a grrreat pink melmac-ish bowl and platter

pair of vintage serving utensils and a grrreat pink melmac-ish bowl and platter

vintage avon bottle called garden girl (pink!) and sweet little white bird (another vintage avon)

vintage avon bottle called garden girl (pink!) and sweet little white bird (another vintage avon)

another view ... so precious!

another view ... so precious!

great little tins from the church rummage sale. esp love the french girl

great little tins from the church rummage sale. esp love the french girl

oh-so-lovely rose cup, again from the church rummage sale (part of my very well spent 4 bucks)

oh-so-lovely rose cup, again from the church rummage sale (part of my very well spent 4 bucks)

you can't tell by the pic, but this little beauty is VERY tiny. about 1 1/2 inches tall. love its pinkness and rose designs

you can't tell by the pic, but this little beauty is VERY tiny. about 1 1/2 inches tall. love its pinkness and rose designs

a PILE of vintage crocheted doilies for 25c. wow.

a PILE of vintage crocheted doilies for 25c. wow.

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welcome to my garden

hey y’all,

lazy. i must be lazy. i thought it was the heat. even the humidity. possibly my blood pressure? my thyroid?? that’s always a likely culprit. OR … i could blame it on the cancer treatments (some might call that playing the “cancer card”).

but no, it’s laziness. i confess it to you, my dear readers. all 4 of you. i just can’t seem to get myself in gear lately. or perhaps i should say i’m stuck in one gear: neutral. or is that even a gear?

okay, enough whining! i just had my 3 month oncology checkup and all is well. yea! also, i’m about to reach another milestone in this journey of survival: at the end of may, it’ll be two years since my cancer diagnosis. YEA again! thanks to each one of you for your prayers, good thoughts, words of encouragment and support. i wouldn’t be here today without you and your faithfulness.

after every good 3 month checkup, it feels as if i’ve been given a gift. another three months! which isn’t a bad thing for someone who’s learning to live ONE DAY at a time. three months sounds like a LONG time to me.

speaking of living … and having faith in the future, this is the first time in over a decade that i’ve actually planted something. i call it a garden, but it’s just barely. a garden, that is.

if you’ve done your homework, you know that we recently filled in our backyard inground pool (if not, back up and read my blog about it). it was a nasty affair, the pool and filling it in, so it seemed apropos to use that area for The Garden.

at this point, it has a little straggly apple tree (shades of charlie brown’s cmas tree … but sweet and sentimental and represents the ONE life that ben and i are making together), 3 rose bushes (significant number, for the three children i bore … and bore … and bore), two crepe myrtles (one for me, one for my sweet hubby) and a GORGEOUS vintage arch/arbor thingy i found in lampasas a couple of weekends ago. what it represents i do not know. maybe the welcoming of family and friends into our life (garden). i fell in love with it as soon as i saw it at crazy nana’s.

lordy me. but this business of planting is a painful proposition. first there’s the shopping (which i do well, unless it’s walmart and/or a payday … arghh), then the lugging of the plants/trees/soil mix/tools/gloves/pots/watering can/plant food/rose food (see?! i told you i shop well!) TO the car, then OUT of the car, then TO the patio/backyard. already i’m pooped and ready for a nap.

THEN you have the actual PLANTING of the plants. gawd-help-us. now, being the OCD middle child that i am, i had all my ducks in a row, as it were. my plants and bushes were lined up on the patio, sorted by color and variety, alphabetized and ready to plant. okay, i’m kidding about the alphabetizing. but truly, i had a PLAN for my garden. okay, so it was only in my head, but it was there: this plant would go here, that plant would go there. so on and so forth. blah blah blah.

i knew that my dear sweet hubby wanted a couple of trees, which was great (because i wanted them too). but i thought we would choose them.

together.

one day, he came home dragging a big pot with a tall stick shooting out from it.

“what is that?” i asked.

“a TREE!” he replies, and continues to drag it through the house, out the back door, straight to the virgin garden area. he grabs the shovel and before i can even speak (and that’s pretty quick) he’s already shoved the shovel into the ground.

whaaa??? what about my plans? my layout for the garden?? is that where the tree is supposed to go?!?! he has absolutely NO concept of my master plan, nor does he seem to care. i quickly weigh my options. is it worth saying something? stopping him, mid-shovel? he was determined and intent on planting that sad little stick of an apple tree.

right there. in that spot.

in the end, i didn’t have it in me to argue. i’d work around that little tree. i took it as a sign that THIS little apple tree would be the beginning of our garden, and as corny and as cheesy as it sounds, it would be a new beginning … the first day of our future. and so i pulled the bag of miracle grow over to the hole and we planted that little tree together.

i hope it survives. we’re watering it, feeding it, loving it (and yes, i’m talking to it every day … i read somewhere that it’s good to talk to plants). maybe one day it’ll surprise us with grand-apples. haha

geez this is getting long. time to stop the insanity. my word count is already 729. i can’t help it. verbosity runs in my family. my mom could never tell the simplest of stories in under an hour. i guess it’s true the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 🙂 more gardening stories to follow … for now, enjoy the pics. and remember, it’s still a WORK IN PROGRESS!

love and hugs to all,
terry lee

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
~Dorothy Frances Gurney, “Garden Thoughts”

Gardens are a form of autobiography.
~Sydney Eddison, Horticulture magazine, August/September 1993

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
~English Nursery Rhyme

great rusty crusty arch for my garden. it's flanked by two crepe myrtles which are still in need of planting ...

great rusty crusty arch for my garden. it's flanked by two crepe myrtles which are still in need of planting ...

close up of arch design

close up of arch design

our little apple tree. bless its heart.

our little apple tree. bless its heart.

i call these my strawberry-banana roses ... pink and yellow

i call these my strawberry-banana roses ... pink and yellow

i think this is such a beautiful pink

i think this is such a beautiful pink

had to have yellow (rose of texas)

had to have yellow (rose of texas)

my three little rose bushes ... for alan, tara and matt

my three little rose bushes ... for alan, tara and matt

tara admires her work

tara admires her work

my patio table with new cushions and lovely pink begonias ... with a view of The Garden ... love that arch!

my patio table with new cushions and lovely pink begonias ... with a view of The Garden ... love that arch!

searched high and low for just the right cushions. didn't find them high, but found them at lowe's. haha

searched high and low for just the right cushions. didn't find them high, but found them at lowe's. haha

my patio makeover. it used to be verrrrry scary. now it's an outside room! very lovely and inviting. love it!

my patio makeover. it used to be verrrrry scary. now it's an outside room! very lovely and inviting. love it!

found these beads at the GW barn last week for 75c. they were a tangled mess that took hours to straighten out. but worth it!

found these beads at the GW barn last week for 75c. they were a tangled mess that took hours to straighten out. but worth it!

when the wind stirs the beads, it reminds me of raindrops. a perfect place for those silly 70s disco ball beads!

when the wind stirs the beads, it reminds me of raindrops. a perfect place for those silly 70s disco ball beads!

sort've the focal point of my patio ... an old metal shelf i picked up for a dollar. put some real sweeties on it (love my rose plates, saucers, cups, etc) and flanked it all with the two tall white shutters i got for a song at the lampasas city-wide

sort've the focal point of my patio ... an old metal shelf i picked up for a dollar. put some real sweeties on it (love my rose plates, saucers, cups, etc) and flanked it all with the two tall white shutters i got for a song at the lampasas city-wide

another view of my patio room ...

another view of my patio room ...

LOVE these pink hydrangeas! set them next to an old lawn chair covered in a vintage pink and white bedsheet, finished off with a pink pillow from big lots.

LOVE these pink hydrangeas! set them next to an old lawn chair covered in a vintage pink and white bedsheet, finished off with a pink pillow from big lots.

lace chandie i bought from sue a while back. added some color by putting pink roses on the ends

lace chandie i bought from sue a while back. added some color by putting pink roses on the ends

the little white wicker chair (from sue's) is perfect for my flowers!

the little white wicker chair (from sue's) is perfect for my flowers!

this is an old cracker barrel rocker that i found a few years back at an antique mall. painted it antique white and had been using it inside. i think it looks great on my patio. the mosaic piece next to it was marked way down at 'tuesday morning' because of a small chipped area. lucky me!

this is an old cracker barrel rocker that i found a few years back at an antique mall. painted it antique white and had been using it inside. i think it looks great on my patio. the mosaic piece next to it was marked way down at 'tuesday morning' because of a small chipped area. lucky me!

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