Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Saturday, March 30, 2019

Our Corgi puppy Abigail (mostly called Abby) was outside with me last night around sunset and I was pretending to "get" her and grabbed her as she ran by me. We were having such fun. Then she disappeared. I walked over to the deck stairs and saw her. She was standing completely still at the top of the steps. I think she thought she was hiding. She didn't move. I took this shot of her playing hide and seek with me. What a character. I love this puppy.

Monday, February 11, 2019

My robe hangs in the garden,
dripping like a tree.
One day I'll step
out of my body
exactly like this.
It's easy to die.
Just give your breath
back to the trees
and the wind.
-  Peter Levitt, 100 Butterflies 

 It snowed yesterday. 
It was too much for the geranium.
The cold... the snow... 
Too much.

Sunday, February 3, 2019

The most extraordinary thing happen this afternoon. We had a rain storm that was, as they say, a gully washer. It rained so hard that new small "creeks" formed on the road and down the hillside. We also had a thunderstorm that rattled and rolled across the foothills and scared every animal far and wide.... including us. Surprisingly... it all settled down and for a very short time a sliver of sun hit the ridges on the other side of highways 49. Then I noticed something ...

Toward the southeast, a rainbow was forming. It was just a flag of color that looked like it was coming right out of my neighbor's pasture... like one of his cows was turning into a magical unicorn.

At the same time, from the north end of this rancher's property... right over his house, another rainbow started. Another cow exploded. It was as if something very special was going to happen... you know... one of those magical experiences that changes your whole life. I expected small spaceships to arise from both of these colorful spots.
Then it kind of did. The color grew and lengthened. I tried to find a place to take pictures that would do this whole transformation justice but I wasn't far enough away. I had to split the images up because I could not capture the whole scope of this.
A huge rainbow grew before my eyes. It rose over south Jackson and came together high in the air.

From north to south, this rainbow arched over our hills like a beautiful luminous ribbon of color and at the top, right in the middle, was a star like light.

Maybe the rainbow was going through a cloud or something but I think this is what they call a sundog. It wasn't very strong and didn't show up in my photo very well but it was there at the very top of the rainbow.

This was such a pretty rainbow but a little off its feed because the idea that a rainbow is a sign of the rain ending was not true... it rained again later and it's suppose to rain for days.., but while it lasted it was lovely.
I should check with my neighbor and see if there's a pot of gold at each end of the rainbow where it first appeared. We live in Gold country and you never know what might be laying on the ground over there besides cow patties.
Here are more photos of the rainbow. What a cool experience. What a magical happening.

 Do you see the violet color?

 Do you see the second rainbow forming on the right?

Oh my...

Monday, January 28, 2019

“You know, rust is just oxidation. The same chemical process as fire.

 Oxygen interacts with steel, electrons drift from one element to the other.

 So really, rust is a slow fire.

 Isn't that weird?

 Water causes something to burn.”
Leah Raeder, Cam Girl

Sunday, January 27, 2019

I have made a pact with a blogging friend to be more diligent about posting  on my blog. She has set the bar and both of us will work hard to post more often.
It's been over a year now since my last writing. Disgraceful. I promise to do better. I love blogging but Facebook has taken over my time and energy. It started slowly and then I wasn't posting blog posts at all. Beware the FB takeover.
This is Carl. He is still with us in his 11th year. He moves slower now and naps hard...

We lost our other Corgi, Cutter, last year to cancer and the sadness was overwhelming. He was a dear member of the family. We mourned for months... the sadness still lingers...
So, as with all dog lovers, and the fact that Carl was wasting away with a kind of canine melancholy”, we called the breeder and and found out that she had a litter of Corgi puppies. We drove down to the valley one day and met the charming little girl that we named Abby. She is the love of our lives and has given Carl a new reason to get up in the morning.
Abigail Elizabeth Windsor ( in honor of the Queen's Corgis) is five months old now...
 She is a beautiful female Pembroke Corgi.

 Carl is overwhelmed with this little spitfire puppy but he's warming up to her and she defers to him on all things... so far.

 He is constantly correcting her behavior. She is constantly testing his patience.

 She loves her toys and the living room looks like we have a small child living with us. I guess we kind of do.

One of her favorite games is pushing toys under furniture and then waiting for us to get them out. This goes on all day... unless she gets tired and goes to sleep. She is very smart and we laugh and call her a puppy of the "Me too." movement. She truly has a mind of her own and a typical Corgi attitude. We love her... Carl is working on a new perspective. He's warming up to her.... slowly.

In March I will have a knee replacement so that I can be all I can be in my 70's. I'm hoping for a new lease on life and renewed energy. Old knees just give out at some point and need to be fixed. Not looking forward to this operation but I know that it will improve the quality of my life. 
Well... here's to being a more faithful blogger and reconnecting with everyone. It's a new year and we can all hopefully receive some blessings and fortitude for the long haul.
Have a wonderful Sunday...

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Long summer... lot's of fires in Napa, Santa Rosa and surrounding areas
 Horrible destruction of homes... lost human lives and dead animals.
 Now the fires ravaged Los Angeles and Santa Barbara County..
 and continue to burn. 
So, as we head toward Christmas and a New Year...
 lets be thankful for the gifts that we have in our lives.
It's hard to see the blessings when so many suffer around us,
 but do what you can do and try to make someone's life easier.
 Put up that Christmas tree
 and decorate the heck out of it.
 Life is short and we don't know what is around the corner...
 so be happy and live in the moment. 
It's all we have. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Don't you marvel at how nature works... 
how it all seems to find a way to be a part of this world. 
How it pushes it's way through obstacles
 and leaves without the fears that we, the humans, seem to get caught up in.
How it makes allowances 
How it knows things. 

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Well... look who posted. Amazing.... but I'm back.
It's November and I just returned from a visit with my sister and my grandchildren.
I always do too much. I eat too much... and I get too tired... but I love going down there and I always have a good time.
This is what my Sister's house looks like. Halloween is her favorite holiday. These are some of the photos from her decorations and spooky corners of her house.

A small table with all the gifts I have made for her over the years..

The pin, made from a piece of gourd...

The dead storybook reconstructed doll...

The happy little "Boo." gourd...

... and the ugly, burnt face mask with a zippered scar and flaming eyes.
  Got a little bit carried away with this one.

This year I did a collage with a story about witches and the ghosts of the woman who were burned for being witches back in the early days of intolerance and religious zeal... oh, I guess that kind of behavior is still going on... but we don't burn them now, we just fry them on Facebook and boycott Halloween.

I always have a relaxing time at my sister's. I have a comfortable bed upstairs and a safe, warm place to stay... with really good food and I always feel welcome.
 On my  behalf... I did save the quiche a few nights ago by making a homemade crust for the pie... because someone left the frozen pie crust in the microwave too long. We won't mention any names... right sis?
 Good old Joy of Cooking cookbook. It has all the basics. I still know how to make a pie dough from scratch. All is not lost on this old lady's skills. The quiche was delicious. It was a great joint effort.

This is my sister and her dog, Stella, a German Short hair. She's trying to tell Sis that she has been on the computer too long and it's time for a walk. 
She's trying to get some eye to eye contact.
 It finally worked.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

The Agony of Defeat

I went to see my grandson's last game of the season. It wasn't going very well and this picture says it all.
So, before the last inning, Evan's brother, Andrew, stepped in and gave him a pep talk. I love this.
Evan sat on his dad's lap while his brother talked to him. I didn't hear what was said.
They ate some sunflower seeds and I saw Evan shake his head up and down every once in a while.
Finally Andrew said something funny and Evan laughed. It was all good... and even thought they didn't win the game, Evan went back out with his team and finished the game.
I love this wonderful, not always perfect, relationship they have with one another.
This makes my heart happy.