My Dearest Lydia

Dear Lydia finally got a make over.  She is very pleased and happy - singing a Prine tune.

She's doing Prine with her friend/caretaker, Bev.

Lydia

My dearest Lydia suffer an attack from a bear.  I am not certain what the bear had in mind, but Lydias' head was severed.  Oh my, it was much stress, indeed.  
The bear had been hanging around for a couple of days, but I never believed he/she would attack my darling Lydia.

A New "LYDIA"

Oh my dearest Lydia has received a revamp!  She is a Beauty, for sure.

Lydia now awaits a visit from her Donald.

Donald and Lydia - John Prine

Oh My Dearest, Lydia

She had to have received a visit from 'The Donald'.

Here hat/head-dress looks like a bird nested in it.

Lydias' legs are not like they were yesterday.

She is looking a tad on the side of confused.

But then ...she whispered in his ear ~ Exactly Odo Quasi Moto

lol

and, then we hugged.  We are kind of like two of a kind ~ and it is great fun on the mountain side.  Lydia, is a very good Prine friend of mine.

Lydia

Oh my, my Lydia is not a happy camper this spring.  She has missed her Donald for two years in a row.  Can you believe that the Donald has went elsewhere.  How could he do that when the great Lydia with her beautiful eyes is gazing out on the pastures, awaiting.

Lydia received a new head this spring, complimented with new eyes, lips, and rosy cheeks.  Her headdress attire completes her ensemble.

...Donald - there were spaces between Donald and whatever he said, strangers had forced him to live in his head...John Prine 

~Donald and Lydia~

A Quiet Sunday Afternoon On The Mountain Side

A very quiet, spring day on the mountain side.  This is the latest installment of my knitting projects - ode to color, I love color.

Can't believe spring is upon us.  I anticipate the tulips will be in blossom soon.

I love to sing with the birds - even though we are not singing in tune.  It is a happy time to see the snow melting and new vegetation coming on it.

...another day passes on the mountain side...

Oh yes, and Lydia, she is going to get a new head this spring.  Donald has not been around for two years, her head fell off.  My Lydia...here in better days 

Yes, my dearest Lydia, we will have to do a bit of resurrecting this year.

My Wagon

Recently, I purchased a wagon at a garage sale for $10.00.  

A paint job and Lydia is very happy!  It is a brand new wagon.  I love it.  Maybe on Friday I will take it for a walk down the road and see home many people will think as they drive by me...that woman is crazy, she has gone pure to loonsville.  I will keep walking, singing my Prine songs, and laughing in between.

Oh yes, and while painting up the wagon, I came out with a new tremclad dye job.  Lovely, isn't it - hahaha!

Lydia

Lydia loves her new wagon...and so do I.  What a bargain I found at a garage sale on Sunday.

Lydia now tells me she would like Donald to trip and fall on into the wagon.  I replied to her, Lydia - I think the Donald is a thing of a realm to be forgotten.  I leaned on my left leg and spoke words only the Lyd would understand...

Lydia - Donald will always be in your mind and heart.  He is a fixture.  Like I made you Lydia, a fixture - strong, full of love, and happiness.

...but dreaming just comes natural...like the first breath from a baby...like sunshine feeding daisies...like the love hidden deep in your heart.

Donald and Lydia

John Prine

I love my Dear Lydia, I love the words and music of John Prine.

Lydia 2015

My dearest Lydia.  She is all deck out in her 2015 ensemble.  New make up, new eyes, a beautiful rose colored dishcloth adorns her neckline.  An outstanding polka dot red and white bow teamed up with her yellow hankie compliment her beauty.

She now awaits her Donald.

There were spaces between Donald and whatever he said, strangers had forced him to live in his head

He envisioned the details of romantic scenes after midnight in the stillness of the barracks latrine

~Donald and Lydia~ John Prine

My Dearest, Lydia

From This To ...

She still seems to have somewhat a sparkle in her non eyes.  A major windstorm took her eyes and sent to a non-returnable address.  They shall return in the spring.  Lydia is eternal.

Lydia, my dearest....

My dearest Lydia is sad.  She missed her Donald this summer.  No one came to pay her a visit. No Hans or Jose.  Her heart is near broken and she knows winter is coming on in.  She rests her head and dreams on.

Container Garden

A few of the vegetables from the garden.  I love the reward of fresh garden vegetables.  I had lots of red potatoes, enough beets to do pickled beets and lots of cauliflower and broccoli for homemade soups and stews.

Gardening passes time for me.  I generally am out there everyday in the summer - lip flappin' with Lydia - singing the tune of the day and seeing what is new in the pots of love today!

Lydia

Being as that Donald, Hans, nor Jose have not been around this summer, (yet) I have given Lydia a friend.  Someone she can look out for.  Although beatle head brush is no where near the likes of Donald ~ the Lyd did seem pleased.

As John Prine wrote a Long Monday - my Lydia sings - it is going to be a long, lonely summer. 

 Oh my darling, Lydia what will we do...

Lydia - She Has Risen!

Lydia has risen!  Oh my she is a beaut this year.  Blush, new eyes, eyelashes - She knows Donald is out the somewhere. . .

The ensemble 2014 consisting of a Levi's shirt - thank you Noisemaker (it has not fit him for years).  Many new accessories and she wears them very well.  I had such a fun time outfitting Lydia this year.  We do have great times together, we Prine!

Donald and Lydia - John Prine

Oh My Dearest, Lydia. . .

Is not my poor Lydia a sight to behold.  She still retains her Prine on the left.  Her hair is in shambles...I am truly wondering if Donald visits in the months of winter.

Lydia does appear happy ~ with no eyeballs, no hat - but eh, she has Prine!

Lydia has gold, gold inside of her.

She has no wheels so she does not spin well...

Lydia is on a post secured in the ground

My Lydia, in the spring will be dawning a new ensemble

She tells me today, she must be perfect - wanting Donald to come spin her around.

Cause you got gold

Gold inside of you

Well, I got some gold - inside me too

~John Prine~

Egads ~ One Eye Lyd

Oh my word, is not she a sight to behold!  No hat, no eye - good grief!

 

I managed to set her hat back on her bald head.  She tells me today oh how she yearns for Donald to return. 

 

Donald and Lydia ~ John Prine

 

And writing of John Prine he is home from the hospital.  Great news.  Lydia sends big huge northern get well wishes for him. 

One Eye Lyd

Good Lord, it appears my dearest Lydia has only one eye now. 

 

One Eye Lyd!  too funny.

 

I was not able to bring Lydia into her resting place this autumn - the blast of winter came on very quickly this year.  I decided Lydia will stay up until next spring.  I shall give her a new ensemble at that time. 

 

When I noticed Lydia was with only one eye I trotted on down in the deep snow - my word, I found her eye!  I made it safely back into the house and promptly slapped the Lydia eye on my eyelid.  Showed it to my Noisemaker and gave a big roar of laughter.  Noisemaker shook his head.  He does not understand Lydia and I.  teehee. . .

 

Lydia continues to be such fun for me, my one eye Lyd.

My Lydia

Lydia's Winter Ensemble Debut!

 

Major giggling.  Lydia is going to stay for the winter months.  From when the picture was taken until today, well - add one foot of snow.  I am fine with her staying out for the winter months.  She can dream of her Donald, Jose, and Hans. 

 

When the snow hit this year we got blasted, mega.  I try to walk but my god, I was up to my knees in snow.  The Noisemaker is out there making noise as I write this - doing machine talk and blowing the snow off the driveway.

 

Welcome to Winter, Lydia ~ Enjoy!

Sunset

Sunset - taken on the road to where I reside.

 

All has been relatively peaceful on the mountain side.  Lydia continues to lose her hat.  I have major plans to revamp her next year.  I have started to search for a new, more female type ensemble for her.  Oh my dear, Lydia.

Hans Helmet Wearer, Strikes Again!

Oh my word ~ my poor, poor Lydia.  I do so wish I could protect her but I cannot be outside all the time.  I have lady bug chores to do.

 

I am thinking perhaps that evil witch of a little Agnes has changed her ways thanks to Hans Helmet Wearer.  Lydia told me, she does believe Hans and evil Agnes are an item.  Lydia yearns for her Donald.

 

...but dreaming just comes natural

like the first breath from a baby

like sunshine feeding daisies

like the love hidden deep in your heart...

John Prine - Donald and Lydia