It’s the Little Things These Days

Stuck at home now for days on end, I’ve found time for the little things in life. Yep, one thing this coronavirus “shelter in place” deal has done for me is provide the opportunity to stop and smell the roses. In my case, the tea roses that are beginning to bloom at my house.


Strolling around the yard as I often do these fine spring days, I’ve noticed other first blooms. My traveling rose campion has lovely small, hot pink blossoms. I describe it as “traveling” because this prolific plant has skipped around my yard. Several years ago, I transplanted my initial rose campion to a bed in the backyard. The picture below is of one growing around the corner next to the driveway. A garden club friend told me the plant has little black seeds easily transported by the wind.

Rose campion is an old-timey flower. Mine is the offspring of one my grandmother had years and years ago. I love that I can look in my yard and see something from hers.

first bloom

With all the coronavirus downtime, a chore I’ve requested for a while has finally been done.

Two years ago, I enjoyed watching a mama bird go in and out of my hanging pink bird house. Last year, I thought maybe she’d return or I’d have another tenant, but I guess birds want new nests.

“Would you please remove the bottom of my bird house and clean out the nest so another feathered friend can move in?” I’d asked my husband. (On more than one occasion and maybe not quite so nicely.)

Along with my grandson, who loved the drilling part of this project, he picked a sunny afternoon to grant my request. My birdhouse was disassembled, cleaned out, and reassembled. I hope to see new activity soon.

charlie drillingbird house

The square bird nest they removed, which fit the square bottom of the bird house, is the stuff of “show and tell.”

bird nest

Usually when I have bananas that get soft, I pitch them. Or if I have a minute, take them outside to add to my mulch bed. Since I now have lots of minutes, this week I made banana bread. Did you know most banana bread recipes call for three very ripe bananas? I had to do a little googling to find one that called for the two I had. I don’t need the calories, but the bread has been a treat.

banana bread

I’ve been cleaning out closets (see last post) and came across a dress I made and wore when I was fifteen (1969, the year I learned to sew in ninth grade home economics). Hard to believe that was more than a half century ago!

What’s even harder to believe is my granddaughter wants to wear this dress. It fits her and she thinks it’s in style. The only problem is the dress spent decades in my parents’ attic and thus has some discoloration.

With time on my hands, I’ve been researching home remedies to remove brown spots from clothing. I used a concoction of lemon juice and salt to soak the affected areas and then dried the dress in the sun. This procedure has helped quite a bit, but the dress isn’t yet perfect. I plan to try cream of tartar and white vinegar next.

dress on rack

The yard, the kitchen, the laundry. It’s the little things that fill up my “shelter in place” coronavirus days.



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4 Responses to It’s the Little Things These Days

  1. Lovely that a little bird fancied the pink birdhouse. I was amazed at what was removed from it when it was cleaned. What a great ‘show and tell’ indeed. I’m also enjoying discovering the little things in life.


  2. carolee says:

    Amazed that you still had a dress you made in school! Yes, we are all finding new ways to use our time and viewing things a bit differently these crazy days. May some of these new habits continue in the years ahead!


    • patsypridgen says:

      The dress spent about 40 years in my mother’s attic; hence, the extensive treatment of stains. My granddaughter wore it to her aunt’s bridal shower this past weekend (a small, socially-distanced event), and I had one of those circle of life moments. Thanks for taking the time to comment.


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