Be a Ma’am

The first time we met, he called me Ma’am.

I texted him this morning to see when he would arrive, and via text he referred to me as Ma’am.

Who am I talking about? My lawn guy 🙂

I see it at the Pizza place too.

The young delivery guys say, “Yes Ma’am or No Ma’am.” The more mature gentlemen say Ma’am, but it’s the ones who are around my age that don’t know what to say. They are always polite though.

Maturity is beautiful. Wear it like a crown.

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One of my all-time favorite Memes. 

Are the people in your life treating you with respect? Well, let me tell you dahling, you deserve respect. Dig deep and uncover your power.

You are the CEO of your life. Be a Ma’am.

(To my men readers, replace ‘Ma’am’ with ‘Sir.’)

It Took Years

I started pondering my front yard after Christmas. Taking the Christmas wreath off the front door, I wondered about having a year round wreath.

Everything is so pretty on Etsy.

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Brickhouse Design Co. made this.

My daughter and I have a french theme sprinkled through the house. The front door is the entryway to our home, and that french theme, so it makes sense.

That door is where this all began.

Today, I’ve been playing in the yard.

This journey with this front yard began with, A Simpler Life. An update to that post is, I found the perfect bird-feeder. It didn’t take much time.

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Vintage Scrolled Birdfeeder.

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About two years ago, I grew Boston Ferns on our front porch per my daughter’s request. That was the first time I had messed with plants in years, beside growing some Canna lilies while living on 40 acres.

You see, my ex husband and I owned a landscape company during the most trying part of our marriage. We designed, planted and built outdoor living spaces in people’s backyards. We installed some magnificent yards, but he practiced on ours.

Toward the end of our marriage we no longer spoke to one another. The yard was his safe haven and he created such beautiful yards, but the well manicured yard left a sore spot in my heart.

When we moved into this house, I completely ignored the yard and let it go. It was an interesting experiment to see what would happen. I’m pretty sure UPS was scared to walk through the yard to the front porch to leave a package. It was a jungle.

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But remember darling…2019 is the year to bloom!

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Vintage Flower Cart

A friend had this lovely flower cart for sale.

It adds to the french theme don’t you think?

Time has passed and my yard heart has healed. I look forward to planning and planting again. A yard that will bring joy to people as they stroll by.

It will look quite different from last year and they will see this transformation after only one year.

You know the whole story my darlings.

For me to love a yard again. It took years.

A Simpler Life

This year, I’ve been pondering the front yard.

Coffee in hand, I heard someone mowing.

A landscaping company was maintaining a couple of yards nearby. My yard needs help, and today was the day to ask for it. God’s perfect timing.

Last year, I did nothing with the yard. Grass doesn’t grow due to the shade from the ginormous oak tree. That’s okay. I’d rather have the majestic tree than grass in this stage of my life, but the weeds grow.

I walked outside, followed the sound of the mower, and found the man behind it. Long story short, he mowed my yard, and will return once a month. Now, I can begin to envision enjoying my yard.

With the weeds gone, the yard can speak.

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I’ve toyed with the idea of buying a weed-eater, or small mower and maintaining it myself. Most of my life has been spent taking care of things myself. I don’t wish to do that anymore. I can let others help.

This stage of life is to simply be enjoyed.

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We have lots of birds, but I have no feeder.

I wondered if the birds would use a feeder, so I took a trip to the hardware store to see what they have, but didn’t really see one I liked. Drove to another store, but same result. Nothing really pretty.

Before purchasing a feeder, lets do a test.

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Birdseed Bell

The birds landed on it and pecked heartily.

I will find the right feeder, but there’s no rush.

It will happen when the time is right.

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The sweet part of life is within the timing. I’ve learned to meditate and truly enjoy the tools it gives. I’m still trying to find my groove with the morning pages, but I realize that anything in life worth doing takes time and consistent effort.

After working on the inside, it’s flowing outside.

It’s funny how the inside comes first.

Taking a step back, and looking for small tweaks to be made. Change doesn’t have to happen all at once. Do it in increments that lead to a simpler life.