Silly Me…

sillyme2.jpgThis is “Silly Me”.  She’s a remarkable FOUR inches tall and perfect in every way.  She was sculpted by artist and sculptor Sherry Rawn and produced by Ashton Drake Galleries. 

She sits quietly in her little bouncy seat beside my computer and smiles at me.  Never critiques or criticizes…never complains or whines…just looks at me with that adorable little grin. 

She reminds me that we shouldn’t take the little things in life for granted.

 

 

So real Pat-A-Cake Babies…

This is the latest little one of a kind Pat-A-Cake Baby that I’ve finished.  She’s “sleeping” peacefully in the antique cradle.  I love the fact they look so real when they’re finished.  Amazing…

I’d hoped to participate in a doll show this Autumn, but the inevitable jury duty will be biting into my preparation time…so maybe come Spring. 

In the meantime, I will put a link on my website to part with these adorable little lifelike “babies” there. 

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A day at the coast…before the rains

 

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Except for about ten minutes one day last week, it hasn’t rained here since June 9.  According to the weatherman, it’s supposed to finally rain the latter part of next week. 

While I’ve missed the sound of rain and definitely don’t care for the summer drab brown grass here, I’m not quite sure I’m ready for “the rains”.  It starts raining and, basically, doesn’t stop for about six months!  Why do you think the Pacific Northwest produces so many lush green conifers?!  Personally, I wish we could spread that rain out through the year, but obviously that isn’t up to me!

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So just in case “the rains” are about to start, we headed to the Oregon coast today…to take advantage of what might be one of the last sunny weekends for a while.  It’s about an hour and a half drive through some beautiful winding mountain countryside.  We stopped in a lovely Myrtlewood shop in Coos Bay.  Myrtlewood grows naturally in only two places in the world and this is one of them; the other is the Holy Land.  The wood is beautiful and the furniture and other things they make with it is astonishing.  They also had homemade fudge there, so we bought delicious chocolate and peanut butter fudge for the trip back.

We toured a few other neat seaside shops and had fresh fish, chips and coleslaw for lunch.  We then drove to the Sunset Bay inlet and enjoyed the view and the cool breeze.    The rains will start soon enough for me.  In the meantime, it was a nice day on the coast…

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The last two miles home…

I had spent the past few hours in town doing a little shopping and just enjoying the beautiful afternoon.  It had started out in the low 50’s this morning, but was now almost 70 degrees.  Fall is my favorite time of the year.  I love the Autumn colors - though I have to admit with all the conifers instead of hardwoods, there isn’t a whole lot of color here.  Now, driving back home through the rolling hills, I think of how beautiful the South would be right now…especially the Smokey Mountains. 

I pass the the forks of the Umpqua River and notice the fishermen out in their boats.  Occasionally, I’ll see a brave fisherman on the large stone boulders casting his fly fishing rod.  There are huge salmon and trout in this river.   

Next, I see the farm that hugs the river with the acres of brilliant green alfalfa; and then one of my favorite spots on the route home…the run-down farm with the herd of mares, fillies and colts.  I keep promising myself to remember my camera to take photos before the horses are sold.  I love watching the “babies”…

sign.jpgI turn left at the house that has been converted from an old one-room school house with a bell tower.  Country Home or Country Living magazines would like to see this one; so would I. 

Here I see the sign that indicates I’ve reached the last two miles before home.  It’s paved part of the way - the rest is gravel.  Once the road climbs higher, there is a steep drop-off to a treed canyon below.  That part of the road is gravel and I always force myself to slow down.  I’ve heard the stories about the drivers who have wound up in the canyon below.

It’s an interesting two miles as I drive past the acres of grape vineyards, the historic vintage home with the sheep and llamas and then the small cattle ranch.  On the left is a little turquoise house that belongs to a 80+ year old widow who has lived alone there since her husband died 40 years ago.  She leases her land to the cattle rancher.  

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Another half-mile down the road on the right is a large two-story house.  It is sheathed in wooden shingles painted brown and a crisp white.  With its angles and porches, it looks out of place on this mountain…and reminds me of the beach houses we saw on the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  This is a horse farm with two large horse barns and two riding arenas - an indoor one and an outdoor one.  These horses are beautiful and obviously expensive.  I’m inclined to think these may have ”papers”, but I think I like the horses at the poor man’s farm even better.   

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Almost home, and I pick up the mail before heading up the drive.  Once, just as I reached into the large rural mailbox, I saw the back half of a skunk scooting under the culvert right beside the box.  Thankfully, he wasn’t interested in me and hurried off.  Now, I’m always careful and check for black & white!

Just as I round the bend and pull up the drive, I’m greeted by four-legged visitors who’ve made themselves at home in the juniper bed.  They have systematically helped themselves to all of my geraniums and every other summer flower I’ve had and NOW they want the junipers!  Hmmm…I don’t think so.  Nope…isn’t going to happen!  And to think - I used to think they were so cute!

 

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Chicago!

I spent a wonderful few days with my son and his sweet wife in Chicago.  They live on a tree-lined street in the very nice quaint neighborhood of Lincoln Square.  Their apartment rather reminds me of the brownstone where Meg Ryan lived in the movie You’ve Got Mail.  The big bow windows let in lots of light, and the vintage wood floors add character and charm.  I kept using the word “cozy” because it was…a very comfortable place to live. 

The first night we walked down to the “Square” for a delicious dinner in a local Italian restaurant.  We had a table beside a border of flowers and enjoyed the scenery while we ate.  After dinner, we couldn’t resist stopping in the wonderful bakery on the square.  We bought key lime pie and Russian cheesecake for dessert and a loaf of chunky apple bread.

The next day I was treated to the architectural boat tour…the perfect way to see the skyline of Chicago!  Lasting a couple of hours with a very knowledgeable guide, the tour was very enjoyable.  I certainly won’t remember the name of every building, but I loved seeing the architecture and hearing the history of this historic, remarkable city!  After the tour, we walked and shopped.  I bought a Chicago Cubs ballcap and t-shirt (I keep rooting for them to make history!)…  All in all, it was a very fun day.

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We had a lasagna dinner the next night which I enjoyed cooking for everyone, including a college friend of my son’s that I had always thought of as one of my own and his fiance’.  It was fun seeing everyone, though sometimes hard to believe that they’ve all “grown up” now! 

We spent the last few days relaxing and catching up…shopping…watching a good movie and enjoying Chicago pizza…visiting…taking walks.  Then, all too soon, it was time to fly home.

It was a good trip to the Midwest…I miss my children and grandchildren already.

 

Fun in Iowa…

The days with my daughter and grandchildren flew by….so much to do and so little time!  My daughter’s days are remarkably busy with homeschooling two of my granchildren (the youngest is in a three-morning a week preschool), taking care of a very active Vizla puppy, decorating an enormous house, cooking, laundry, driving children to gymnastics, swimming lessons, church activities, etc.  She does it all remarkably well. 

dsc03449.JPGTheir home backs up to a lovely wooded area with a creek running through it.  They’ve put the children’s wooden playset there and it makes a special refuge.  My oldest grandchild, and only grandson, loves to study amphibians right now and has built his own little habitat for the creatures there. 

I love seeing what my grandchildren are interested in and watching their development…just wish I didn’t have to do it from so far away!  All of the children love swimming, are taking lessons and are already strong swimmers.  Each of them loves art (my daughter is an artist with a Fine Arts degree); they all do very detailed drawings.  

I had taken my art supplies with me and my 4 year old granddaughter was helping me illustrate my children’s book.  She kept reminding me that we needed to work on it! 

dsc03516.JPGShe also plays soccer now and I loved getting to see her game.  If you want a joyful experience, go see a 4 year old soccer game!  I’m not sure who worked harder - the coach, who happens to be my sweet son-in-law, or the kids!  I also enjoyed going to gymnastics practice with my granddaughters.  Amazing how quickly my 9 year old granddaughter has progressed already in the past 2 years she has been taking lessons. 

When it’s time to leave I try not to think about how much they’ll grow before I see them again…

Green, green grass of Iowa…

One of the first things I noticed flying into the Midwest was the emerald green grass.  I’d almost forgotten the color green and the sound of rain and thunder.  It hasn’t rained on the farm since June 9, and a thunder storm is a rare thing in Oregon.  So, I enjoyed the brief thunder shower this week and occasionally waking to the sound of rain…a nice sound.  

This is the dry “fire” season in Oregon now.  Come October, it will rain every day for at least part of the day,  and the land will once again turn into beautiful shades of green; but, for now, the grass is brown and the trees are thirsty.  

So, in the meantime, I’ll enjoy this brief glimpse of the green, green grass of Iowa…

 

Two weeks with the grandchildren…

The alarm in my hotel room sounded at four a.m. and the taxi arrived at five for the drive to the airport.  We had traveled to Eugene the night before so the alarm wouldn’t go off at 2 a.m. instead.  Sleep is precious you know. 

You’ve heard the expression “you can’t get there from here”?  Seems to be true traveling out of the Northwest.  Took two connections but finally arrived in Iowa in the late afternoon.  My daughter and three beautiful grandchildren waiting for me made the long day of travel worth it all.

We’ve had a busy week of swim lessons, library trips, shopping, playing with the new puppy, playing, cooking lessons with grandmommy, and playing some more.

It’s all about making memories after all…

 

The County Fair…

Pronto pups, nachos, corn on the cob, funnel cakes with honey and powdered sugar, freshly squeezed strawberry lemonade, hand-dipped ice cream - the choices went on and on.  My favorite was the generous plate-sized funnel cake made from homemade bread with a side of homemade strawberry jam. 

Funny how your perspective changes as you grow older.  It was easy to see a younger version of myself in the young people waiting for the tilt-a-whirl and the ferris wheel, though definitely not the rides that turned one upside down and inside out…never could manage that. 

NOW though, I gravitated to the farm animal exhibits - especially all the babies!  I enjoyed seeing the eleven brand new pink and white piglets…pestering their 600-pound mother for a meal, the little calves, lambs, chicks, kids…all clamoring for attention.  And then there were the adorable little rabbits…breeds I’d never seen.  Like the little white Hotots (prounounced OH-toes) with their bright black eyes rimmed in black.  So far, this wannabe “farm girl” only has two Holland Lops and one little Netherland Dwarf! 

For a city girl, a small town fair is a neat experience.  The 4-H clubs and Future Farmers of America commanded my attention and respect, all caring for their animals and keeping everything neat and clean.  I would very much have liked growing up on a farm; unfortunately, my parents sold the farm and moved to the big city when I was two years old…oh, well.

 

A late night visitor…

I was up late last night working in my studio/living room.  It faces the front of the house and has long windows that look out on to the front porch.  The windows were up and there was a cool breeze blowing into the room.  

I was focused on my work but thought I heard a sound.  I knew my farmer husband was already sound asleep.  I stopped what I was doing and listened.  Yep…there it was again.  I quietly went to the glass doors in the dining room and turned the front porch light on.  Ah-hah!  There was the culprit…

I woke my husband up and told him he had to come see this.  Thinking that, at last, the ELK I’d been waiting to see had come, he followed me into the dining room. 

I was afraid he’d be gone, but he was still there.  Happily eating out of the cat’s food bowl was an adorable little skunk, totally oblivious to the fact we were watching him.  My husband sleepily shook his head and grinned. 

“Welcome to the farm, honey”, was all he said.