We’re off to Merrifield Garden Center later, to buy outdoor bird seed and shade flowers for the planters under the yellow roses…if not purple Impatients, then white ones. I need something that won’t conflict with the red zinnias and purple verbena that will reside in my big pot in full sun next to the driveway. Besides the pot at the end of the driveway holds a light orange daisy which returns every year. And inside the fence, the tall, yellow German irises are about to bloom….that is unless David’s wild rabbits don’t eat more of the buds.
But they are so cute he says. Oh yeah? Well I’m beginning to understand why Elmer Fudd was always trying to kill Bugs Bunny.
However, the garden center is a slippery place for me, so don’t be surprised if I return with something else, say a pot or two for redoing my orchids. Yes, I have learned how to keep an indoor orchid alive and even get it to bloom. Perhaps repotting them is a future project?
So what else have I been up to? Well nothing much, just enjoying the warm sun and beautiful weather of Spring. I am motivated to do little, although we did make trips to the grocery store and dog park, renew Johnny’s county dog license, get the Virginia Hospital Center to send an itemized bill for David, and pay the electric and tax bill this week. Yes, we are among the folks who stand in line at the post office on tax day. We also did some reading. I finished a Jacqueline Winspeare mystery and started another. David took naps and I fixed a few meals.
As much as possible, we avoided all the political hookah on television. I prerecorded all the shows we like…Vera, Dr Blake, Grantchester, Donna Leon’s Inspector Brunetti, Call the Midwife, George Gently (yes they are old, but new to me, or else I forgot). I don’t know what we would do without the British programming on our local PBS station. And thank goodness for the European and Australian programs out of George Mason University.
By the way, we only watch about 1-2 hours of TV a night. I like to crochet while I’m watching TV, and David could care less. So, it doesn’t matter what we watch, he sleeps in his chair, so I don’t watch national news unless it’s on PBS and even then I watch only parts of it. We watch the local Washington DC news to get the weather report. Some nights I just turn off the TV and read.
The other thing that occupies my time outside birds and dogs is working on my family tree. I’ve discovered a branch of the family, nonConformist, many of them ministers, came from St David’s Pembrokeshire, Wales…with names like Owain and wild tales about their origins from Eric the Red Saxon. Now I know where Dad inherited his love of tall tales. He also said a million times, “I am a nonconformist.” Perhaps now I know why.
The Act of Uniformity 1662 required churchmen to use all rites and ceremonies as prescribed in the Book of Common Prayer; it also required episcopal ordination of all ministers of the Church of England—a pronouncement most odious to the Puritans, the faction of the Church who had come to dominance during the English Civil War and the Interregnum. Consequently, nearly 2,000 clergymen were “ejected” from the established church for refusing to comply with the provisions of the Act. Thereafter, a Nonconformist was identified as any English subject belonging to a non-Anglican church or to a non-Christian religion; more broadly, any person who advocated religious liberty was typically called out as nonconformist. The Great Ejection created an abiding public consciousness of non-conformity. Strict religious tests of the Clarendon code and other penal laws excluded a substantial section of English society from public affairs and benefits, including certification of university degrees, for well more than a century and a half. Culturally, in England and Wales, discrimination against nonconformists endured even longer.