I love this town

I am really starting to feel like this town is my home. I have never felt so welcomed any where else. No one ever talked to me any of the other places I lived. But if I am out in my front yard, which isn't often, someone literally stops and pulls in the driveway to chat. Sarah the little old lady across the street also came by in her golf cart last week and said, come on up here honey, as she patted the seat on the golf cart. I sat next to her and she told me the names of the houses, named after people long ago gone, "That's the Lewis house, oh they don't live there any more..." and she told me stories about when her dad owned the home she is in now, 88 acres, told me to come swim in the in ground pool..."Well, we used to have a camp here, we put the pool in back then..." she was like in her late teens and she told me stories of how city kids would come to camp and she would take them to the dairy farm down the street and all the other things you could show a city kid here in the country. I could have listened to her for hours.

The house is coming along too, slowly but surely fixing it up here, decorating there. I am doing it at my own pace which is slllllooooooww, but hey, what's the hurry. I am doing a good job, how do I know? Cuz another townie stopped and told me, "You really did a good job on the house, its looking really nice.!!!  And then HE started telling me stories about my home. How the cops used to stop here at least twice a month.....
My next door neighbor Bill offered to mow the side yard for me. He is now chatty when once he wouldn't even look at me. I walked the dogs to get a Fireball ice cream cone at the Snack Shack up the street and two more neighbors I never met yet waved, nice waves too.  On my porch the birds even stop at the birdfeeders in front of me now and look at me and tweet! YES THEY DO!!!! 

The other night I got ready for bed, and when I walked into my bedroom I just looked and said, God, I LOVE my room, it actually looks like a room in one of my magazines. I love the new blue wall paint I picked and the white trim. It felt soooooo good to lay my head down somewhere where I love, where I feel welcome, where I feel home.

Next week is a big week here in town. 4th of July. Parade, carnival. Fireworks. Curley's has a band, going to a party on the lake that has bands, its going to be a nice weekend! Better pace myself and I am sure I am going to be making a lot more friends!!!!



Gnomes are with us

There is this awesome tree in my front yard, that buying the property alone makes it worth it. That is MY tree!!!
This is the kind of tree faeries and elves would live in. Yes, even Keebler elves. If this tree could talk! I wish it would tell me stories of this town. Stories of when it was only horse and buggies going by. I had dinner in Medina yesterday and I looked at the old buildings. I would have loved to just see it when it was a thriving, bustling town in ohhh sayy maybe 1930. I bet it was something! Meanwhile, my story book tree, it really comforts me, it makes me feel protected.



Around and about

If you go up my road a piece, turn right on Rt 18 in about 5 or more miles after you pass Murphys Berry's and Browns Berry Patch you will come to Point Breeze.

 There are two restaurants there worth the trip. The Lighthouse Restaurant....

And The Black North

I recommend both very highly!!!


And if you are even more adventurous, waaaaaaaaaayyyy down the road about an hour is Irondiquoit. What a beautiful area.

Death in the country



I know it is part of life. I know its the country, but a few weeks ago Jasper and Jeffery caught
a rabbit in the back yard. It could not get out and I heard the scream, the rabbit scream. Jeffery had the bunny. I finally got the two dogs in the house and was going to help the bunny get out I  of the  yard somehow, but when I got to it, it was too late, I could see it was not moving. I could see it was gone. Still warm, but gone.
I cried. I wailed cried. It was raining and I was in the back yard crying because the rabbit was killed, innocently. I was deeply disturbed by this. I went to get the shovel and in the pouring rain, I could not lift the rabbit, even touch it with the long shovel. The rabbit layed there for 3 days in the pouring rain until I could finally muster the nerve to get it into a body bag and dispose of it.
Well, a co-worker after hearing my sad story said "Well, where are the babies?", "Babies????"  I said it was a male bunny, it was rather big it looked more male than maternal. Well, the next week, I was mowing the side lawn, the grass was so high from all the rain.........and there it happened, A baby bunny flew out from under my push mower, dying in front of my eyes....this was worse than anything I had ever experienced. I cried and wailed up and down the driveway, so terribly upset. I had two friends on their way over, we were going to the Lilac Festival in Rochester. It is true, your best friend will help you bury the body. I could not even go over there and look. These deaths have deeply disturbed me. How would I ever be able to have chickens or a goat? Maybe I needed this insight. Yesterday, it was Jasper's 8th birthday. My little love. I spent the day spending money at the garden nurseries with Katherine, I was potting herbs, I left the fence gate open, Mr Houdini escaped and I was not paying attention. I didn't even know how long he had been wandering. I had no idea which way he went. I was yelling up and down the street, was he in the apple orchard behind me? I was frantic, I just gave him a bath and his collar was off. Finally, there he was ACROSS THE STREET. ACROSS ROUTE 63 THE TRUCKING . ROUTE.  18  wheelers all day long!!!!! His only saving grace may have been the fact that it is 30 MPH here. I have been thanking God every 5 minutes. Before I fell asleep cozy with my boys beside me I knew this could have been a different ending to this day and I thank God for saving my little Jasper from harm. I will never never never leave that gate ajar. It reminds me of the first time I went across the street by myself, I was around 3 or 4 on Skillen st and my mom spanked me so hard. My dad came home and I told him mom already spanked me and that didn't matter, he spanked me too. Just now it came to me, a year or two before that my brother Lonnie drowned. I was 9 months old. They did not want to lose yet another child to an accident. I KNOW I should not even be thinking this......but I also had a couple beloved dogs get hit by cars on my mother's watch, or should I call it Un-watch. I had such rage toward my mother growing up. Could it be because of this? And now yesterday, I did what she did. I am not sure what I need to learn from this. Right now it is to be more mindful of my animals and keep an eye on them, which I usually am ever watchful most times. Death in the country is not something I want to get used to.