Cobalt Blue Beauty

Project 365 - Day 65

Thank you all for your comments about the fence.   You had some great suggestions.  I was particularly fond of the idea of planting Jasmine, but unfortunately, it is not in my zone.  I also loved the idea to paint it pink and hang allergy causing foliage, but I will try and restrain myself and exhaust all other efforts.  Like having Carrie have at ‘em with her Stunmaster 2000 that she has threatened to bring on the plane. 

I know she can take him.

Moving right along, I took Kimmie’s suggestion to try out the farmer’s market for some shrubbery.  We woke up this morning at 5:00 am, (kids and all) and went to the farmer’s market in Hartford CT. 

I must say, I MISS seeing the sunrise.  And I love being up early.  I am an early girl.  The earlier the better.  The peace, the quiet, the birds.  I love it all.  So this morning was quite a treat for me.

But the best part…..eeeee……I snagged some climbing hydrangeas for my fence from a wholesaler, so they cost me half the price.  They already have a few years growth, so they are very tall, which means, I will have covering sooner than later.  And did I mention they were hydrangeas?  They are one of my all time favorites and if you haven’t seen a climber, I found a picture to show you.

After my morning fun we spent the rest of the day outside planting, digging, grilling, swinging and many of the other ing’s you might be doing in your back yard on a sunny day.  It was a great day.

Until….

Bella got a bunch of dirt in her eye.  Not just a little, but chunks.  Stringy chunks.  Yes, I did say stringy chunks of dirt.

She wasn’t sitting still enough for me to get it out.  We tried to rinse her eye, but she was screaming with her eyes plastered shut.  So I did what I always do in these kind of situations…. prayed for immediate assistance.

Then I remembered the eye cup.  That beautiful vintage cobalt save-the-day piece of glass that sits in my mother’s cupboard.  Thank you Lord.

She let me put it right up to her eye and even found it a bit interesting. 

After a couple of rinses, the dirt collected right at the corner of her eye where I gently wiped it out.  Trauma over and forgotten.  For her anyway.  I have had a child scratch an eyeball at the age of two and it ain’t fun.

Then I thanked God and kissed the cup, which I will inherit some day.  If you only knew how many eyes it has saved.