Friday, September 23, 2016

Two, Four, Six, Eight

WE certainly do appreciate!
It's finch season at the feeders. Just off my front porch, they come in drifts. Two buffets in a nearby tree are also all a twitter.

Keeping that column full to the top means more food ports are available. To the right, you can see that the top ports are empty already. Topping off the feast is a daily "get to" that tickles me.

What a gift to appreciate these lively flecks of gold!

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Not Soon Enough

A resonating read recommended by a traveling friend.
Alice Steinbach: 1933 - 2012
What is that feeling? Discovering for the first time, but only yesterday, a life-long friend who speaks in words only your soul knows. Her stories of travel opening up a part of ones being that has, all this time, begged for air.

Alice has been my best friend forever, though I met her just last week.

Eager to learn more of her life in the period after this book was written, Things I Get to Do Today found instead that she had slipped away before I knew of her at all, before there was a place in my consciousness to stash the deliciousness of her narrative.

Ever elegant and wise, she left behind several books to soothe me. Now that's a good friend!

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

To Light the Day

Night Light

Besides oozing with damp charm, this little structure provides a welcome and necessary beacon as dark falls. The pathway is steep in several places and takes turns one does not expect.

If your eyes and focus are sharp, you'll see
it tucked in on the right on the floor.

A few days at the Oregon Coast just north of Lincoln City can be a revival for dry skin and dry bones. We soak up the moist pleasure of the sights and smells. These cute "houses" are profoundly good at lighting up the night. We notice them with fond appreciation.

Polyphemus Moth--a Silk Moth found in Oregon from mid-July to August!
Wing span can be 4-6 inches. This one was probably 4".

A closer inspection one morning sent shivers of awe through the group. A Silk Moth--we had definitely found something to light up our day!

Monday, August 1, 2016

Drain Mice*

*WARNING* This blog post very nearly, but not quite, contained graphic photos unsuitable for strong-stomached reading audiences!!


Drain Rats are what you tug up out of the shower drain when you finally buckle down to give it a good clean. Be prepared for an ugly, stomach-turning blob of goo that has collected over the last three years or however long you've neglected the job.

Drain Mice are the smaller species of similarly disgusting material, maybe four years in collecting, that have amassed in the drain of your bathroom sink.

My sister and I made a pact to clean our houses separate bathroom sinks a few days ago. She got her's done right away. I left mine to one of the Things I Get to Do Today. With the help of wrenches, boiling water, baking soda, vinegar, rags, brushes, picks and rubber gloves (Oh, please do NOT forget the gloves!) the slimy mouse is gone. The sink drain is clean. The water slips down and out with ease. I conquered the monster. You can, too! I'm sipping ginger ale--my stomach will be recovered by the time you read this

Friday, May 27, 2016

"A Rose is a . . .

Old-fashioned, super thorny, Harrison Rose
Rose is a rose." The quote intimates that things are as they are. And right now things are peaceful. Things are at rest.

This spunky, old-fashioned, yellow rose has helped bring together this sweet peace. My daughter is the keeper of this bush--three years now. Before that its parent bush grew at my mother's house. She hacked it out, but a start of it moved to Oregon to her granddaughter's place. My mother got her start from her most beloved older sister's plant. And that bush was a part of the rambling, thorny, mounded growth that filled a corner outside my grandmother's house just across the road. It is, indeed, a wandering lineage, just like the rose itself.

Monday this spicy, fragrant rose held the presence of Mother's mother and Mother's adored older sister as we laid it on the headstone, bathed in serenity and freshly situated between her parents markers.

June 17, 1921 -  June 8, 2015
Mother rests between her parents, a sprig of yellow holding her eternal love for her mother and sister.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Touching God

I'm not a normal gardener. A tingling warmth radiated through my whole body. As the seeds were separated and anchored to the moist soil with a toothpick, the sensations increased. Touching the seeds and all of their glorious potential was like touching God.

The seeds were from 2013, salvaged from the summer before we sold our house in Portland and moved to Bend. Tomatoes had been cut. A few of their juicy seeds had been spread on a swatch of paper towel and left to dry. The tomato names were marked on the corner. These precious seeds of my most favorite tomatoes were now in my hand. A dozen or so seeds were torn off the scrap of towel (saving a few) and the extra layer of paper was removed. With the towel folded seeds-inward, they would be protected for the next step: nine minutes under my tongue. The seeds hydrated with my saliva. They are gathering my DNA information. Nine minutes is enough time to remember the beauty and bounty of their last harvest, the zinging flavor, the vibrant color, the magnificent blessing of the Divine in tomato form. And I prayed. After the allotted time, I stood outside, seeds now in my hands and held up to the sky to receive their time/date stamp. Two more notes for the seeds as they launch into their life: my breath and being cupped in the energy of my hands. These seeds now know more about me than I do about myself, and they are ready to be planted and to grow to be of superb service to my body. (Will not water the seeds for three days, giving them time to completely absorb my information.)
Waiting now for the seeds to stretch out their knowing into leaves and roots.

It has been several long years since I've partnered with the Divine in planting my tomatoes. When I was finished, I could barely speak, having felt the hand of God moving through me and blessing the harvest to come.

This is an experiment recommended for you to try at home! May you be blessed!

(The above planting ideas came from Ringing Cedars of Russia  by Vladamir Megre'.)

Wednesday, November 18, 2015


Wolves are multiplying.  They've been taken off the endangered species list here in Oregon.  And it's partly my fault.  I added one just this week.  Planning on adding one more soon.  Watch out!

It's knitting season.  I've been bit bad. When I saw this pattern last January, my knitting skills were basic. Knit. Purl. But I bought the pattern and began to teach myself cables.  Even attempted some simple lace patterns.

Then my sister said she wanted a warm hat for her birthday, and the project launched, full-speed. When the baby alpaca yarn arrived in the mail, there was less than a week till birthday day.  No worries.  Wolfpup gestation period is relatively short.  Out it popped and into the mail.

Haven't had so much fun and such happily knitting fingers in a long time.

*"Wolfpup"  a tiny owl knits pattern by Stephan Dosen
available at