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Sunday, February 7, 2016

Spaghetti, Simple Flowers and Solitude

As the crepe myrtle blooms are fragile, I float all the tiny fallen blooms in this dish.  I did not light the candle because I kind
running in circles to do some house and garden chores.
What a title for my blog today!  Spaghetti, simple flowers and solitude---the three s's that summed up to a spectacular day!  

Life is pretty much challenging to me and my siblings.  One of my sisters is awaiting a result of a biopsy.  Are we worried? I am!  I am reminded however, as always Why worry, when I can pray?

I pray. Why not? Why not? Although, I have to admit I find it hard to laugh, to smile and to be happy.  I retired last night not having a good laugh, basically because Everybody Loves Raymond, the show which inevitably   makes me laugh had not been  rerunned in the usual screening time.
I put some of the flowers I picked from my front yard in this snail-shaped container which I also sat on that rattan-woven duck figurine on the coffee table near the sliding door of my house extension.  I have books here so when I sat on the floral arm chair for a break, I have something to browse or skim through.


So I went to bed asking God to make me happy. I remember when my Mum was still around, I was usually singing a song as I made breakfast for her.  Truly, life had dramatically changed for me since that day she went to be with God.  Yes, It has been quite awhile and I should really have been used to being alone. I am! If I am not called to work, then my world stops at my gate.  

I am not working today.  When I woke up and checked the time,
I put also some flowers on the big study table in my now big
library.  I put pictures of my Mum under the  glass on this
table to look at when I get tired of reading, writing or
studying.
I accidentally pressed internet on my phone.  I smiled because I saw a message from my young nephew.  Funny, because once we start messaging each other, I do not know when to stop.  So sometimes, he has to tell me not to reply anymore.

I thank God for the opening smile He gave me for the day.  Actually, I did not just smiled, but really laughed out loud! Even if this nephew is across the miles, I really like him and he always brings me out a smile.

After breakfast, I trimmed the overhanging plants by my front gate because I do not want them to come in contact with my skin.  Also, when my brother came to trim the hedge
These are some of the jars I collected and grouped together.  I put with these, that dish where I
floated the tiny blooms of  crepe myrtle as I brought them inside from my front yard.
I put this vase of flowers in the round table also in my big
library now.  The green stem is actually Agapanthus which
already shed its purple florets.  I did not throw it so it will
complement those red blooms I also picked from shrubs in
my front yard.



























between my house and that of my neighbour and I helped my dragging all the cuttings to my backyard, my skin developed an allergic reaction as these came in contact with my skin.  So to do myself  'bien' (as my mother always said then), I trimmed all those that might come in contact with my skin, including all those African and yellow irises that lined the footpath from my gate to my house.

Ah, there are still tons of work to be done in my garden.  But I take my time.  I do not need to stress.  
As I finished my garden chore for the day, I was ready to do a bit of laundry.  I wanted to just throw in the machine the jacket I bought in France (Who-oooh!  when "live",  I got to say the phrase I rehearsed a couple of times till I got the pronunciation right  "Acceptez-vous la carte de credit?).  However, I noticed that it has got a delicate design which the washing machine might damage, so I decided to hand wash it.  On my way to the laundry, my eyes settled on the picture of my Mum below on my big study table.  As always, I said "Hi" to my Mum.  I like this photo of my Mum because she is looking at me and seems to be smiling to me all the time.


I also put some flowers here.  Flowers made my Mum always glad then.  I thought maybe these will do the same
trick to me--- and they did.  I felt like singing the song I learned when I was a  pupil at SDA school back in Manila.
"God made the sun, the moon and stars.  He made the  flowers too. He made the birds that fly so high.  Just for
 you and me."



Well, that should be it for the morning.  And now what?  Awaiting
for me was  plate of spaghetti!  Yay! Cooked by whom?  Myself, who else?  Hahaha!
I don't have any beef mince on the fridge---so here it is my vegetarian spaghetti with parmesan cheese.  Thank God for provision of my daily food.


That was my spectacular solitary day today with vase of simple flowers and a plate of spaghetti---plus a big smile! ...and this blogging! Thank God!

[...and domesticated Lilian is now signing off to bring her  washing..." ]