The Cove in January

It is a bright January afternoon and the water reflects the blue of the sky. I hope that the picture shows you how really gorgeous it is today.

We went down to the waters edge. It is very windy and a little cool – but once we were out of the wind, it was very pleasant, even on the water.

We saw a heron fishing and a few fish in the shallows, so I am certain he will find a good dinner this evening!

This second picture shows a cyclone of midges. If you look closely, you will see little bits of something in the air. The sunlight is reflecting off the tiny wings of the midges.

We are already talking about the summer and having the boat out on the lake. So on this beautiful day in the course of our seasons, we are looking forward to coming seasons too.

The Last Really Good Shack 19

Well, we were in – actually living in this wonderful old house. Now there were many projects in front of us, but we were IN!
One of the most important items on our list was some place to put Bob’s tools and store the outdoor stuff. We needed a shed!
At this time, Bob was working for a glass fabricating plant and the glass was delivered to this plant in large wooden crates – all 2 x 4 and 2 x 6 and 8 and 10 feet long. So we are talking BIG crates. And this wood was just left for recycling. So ….. we recycled some – well, quite a lot actually.
First, we brought the crates home just to store the tools. Remember, the ridge at the back of the house had just been cut away, so with the rainy season setting in, it was pretty muddy. We put the crates against the house and that is where Bob’s tools were put and covered with tarps.
This has reminded me of a story – doesn’t have anything to do with the shed – but the crates. One afternoon, we heard the dogs barking their heads off out in the yard. When we went out to see what was going on, we noticed the tall grass on the path moving. And I swear the biggest snake I have ever seen was moving down the path toward the house! It was an enormous rat snake. And being a smart city girl, I had read that these particular snakes were good snakes, not poisonous, and would eat mice and other snakes. So I told Bob, just get something and shoo it away from the house. Bob picked up a shovel and pushed the snake to try a get it to turn around. Well, that did not deter the snake at all and it was picking up speed and heading towards the house. By this time, I am standing on one of the crates, yelling Bob, Bob, its coming to the house, don’t let it in the house! Bob pushed it one more time and it raised up like a dang cobra and struck at the shovel – ka ching! Well, that was it – the snake was put out of our misery. And when Bob picked it up with the shovel, holding it almost waist high, it dragged the ground, on each side. That was a BIG snake.
The rat snake population and the new inhabitants of the house (us) learned to live in peace. We would see a few now and again but never one as large. We would occasionally see copperheads too and would be very careful when working in the garden.  I learned to live with a lot of the wildlife in our little haven, but we will talk about those in later posts.
And I will get back to the shed too.

Until then…..

Altar of Lost Things

Altar of Lost Things

The keys that unlock
unknown locks and the button
from my winter coat,
motherhood and children,
and one brown sock,
a friendship untended,
an old house and a beloved father,
an umbrella left on the train,
my grandmother’s brooch,
a favorite book.

My list grows longer each year,
words and regrets,
written between the lines
and around the margins
until the page becomes
thin and tattered.

I leave the it on the altar,
light the candle,
the scent of rue and asphodel fill the air.

— Kathleen G. Everett © 2012



Marigolds always remind me of you,
I guess because you despised them so.
Were the flowers too ordinary or
their spicy fragrance offensive
to your superior senses?
Were their colors of yellow, orange, gold,
rust too garish for your discriminating taste?
Too bright, too gaudy, too common?
A lowly flower found in cheap seed packets
and blooming in less tasteful gardens,
their cheerful, happy countenance, a childish bouquet.

We were never the exquisite flower to place in your lapel,
marigolds and me.

— Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

You Bring Me Gifts of Stone

You Bring Me Gifts of Stone

A small white pebble
Smooth as a birds egg,
A rough dark rock
Its heart a crystal of quartz,
A flat rectangle of gravel
Striated with beaches
From eons ago,
You bring me gifts of stone.
Pebbles picked from the ground,
Bits of shiny rock that catch your eye,
Offerings from your day
To remind me of your heart,
Steady as stone.

— Kathleen G. Everett © 2012

The Last Really Good Shack 18

I guess it’s time to tell you about moving day. We had been working non stop for 6 weeks,  most days 18 hours. The house had been cleaned like it had never been cleaned before. Bob had opened the wall between the kitchen and dining room, built an entertainment nook under the stairs in the living room and added a closet in the downstairs bedroom.  He installed baseboards and trim around all the windows and doors. The upstairs floors had been sanded and polyed 3 times. We had painted everything white, put in gray carpet on the main floor, vinyl in the kitchen and dining room.  We bought a new refrigerator and we had hired a plumber to install a new toilet and hot water heater.

So the shack was habitable and our time was up on the rental.  Time to move.

The first sound I remember on that Saturday morning is our friend Jim Womble pounding on the bedroom window  and hollering – ‘Are ya’ll moving today?’ Bob had asked him to bring his truck and help move the big stuff – the washer and dryer and the large pieces of furniture.

Now you need to understand – we had been at the shack every day, all day for 6 weeks. The only time we had been to the rent house was to fall into bed late at night and to shower and dress in the morning.

When did you have time to pack, you might ask. And you can imagine my feeling on being awakened by our friend that morning. Oh my gosh – we need to pack!

That’s right – not one single thing in a box. In fact, not a box in sight. How on earth are we going to get all this stuff over to the new house? Well, I called in reinforcements. I called our friend Kevin Higdon, who had been helping with all the work, and my good friend, Vicki Finn, told them to pick up as many boxes as they could find, some boxes of giant garbage bags and to get over to our house asap.

Our sweet next door neighbor, Justine, came over with an armful of old newspapers and started wrapping my china and all the breakables. By the time the boxes arrived, she had cleaned out the kitchen cupboards and everything was ready to be boxed up.

Bob and Jim were already making their second trip with the appliances, mattresses, sofa, chairs and tables.  So I gave Kevin and Vicki each a box of garbage bags and told them to fill them up. Didn’t care what it was – if it wouldn’t break – stuff it in a bag.

I carted out arm loads of books and pictures and paintings to the car and we started to make haul after haul after haul. Each of us would load our car with boxes and bags and anything we could stuff into the trunk or backseat and off we would go to our new abode, only to dump it out and hurry back to the rent house.

Bob and Jim made the final few trips getting all of Bob’s tools and outside stuff – grill, lawn furniture and lawn equipment, while I cleaned and vacuumed the rent house. It had been a good home to us and we would miss our neighbors.

I headed back to the shack and tried to organize the chaos. We did get the bed set up and found the linens in a garbage bag, so we had a bed for the night. We had arranged the furniture in the living room, so we had a place to sit. But everything else was in giant black garbage bags and a few boxes. No labels and no idea what was in each of these bags and boxes- each one was a surprise.  In fact, one bag had our pots and pans, and since we didn’t have a kitchen, they were put aside into a ‘ to be gone thru later’ pile.  Once we got around to this bag, we discovered Bob’s one missing work boot! How and why it was in with the pots and pans remains a mystery.

So, on a day early in May 1992, with the help of great friends, with no kitchen to speak of, no heating source for the winter, and still a monumental task ahead of us, we slept in our home for the first time.

We were HOME.

Until next time…….