The gals and I are heading to Portland for Art and Soul. Talk to you when I get back. In the meantime I hope you all have a wonderful couple weeks!
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Bon Voyage....
The gals and I are heading to Portland for Art and Soul. Talk to you when I get back. In the meantime I hope you all have a wonderful couple weeks!
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Friday, September 15, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Sunday's doll
the words are: "he confided in her, chattering on about swaying treetops against azure skies"
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
Thursday, September 07, 2006
I made a nice big batch of plum jam yesterday and got lots of housework done too, so today was my day to work on artwork. Here are a couple of the dolls I've made over the past week. They will be for sale at vendor's night at Art and Soul Portland. I've got lots on my mind but it's not spilling into words so this is all for now....
Saturday, September 02, 2006
This morning I woke up with energy, feeling really good. I started my day walking our trail that starts behind our house. The sun was bright but there is always lots of shade in the woods. Such a peaceful forest.
Part of my breakfast was a handful of wild plums that grow along the trail. They are small, the size of a ping-pong ball, deep purple in color. And they are oh so delicious. Can you imagine how delicious a small soft plum, the flesh warmed in the sunshine, and picked right off the bush would taste? It is a bit of heaven, truly.They will only be around another week at most and then just a memory. We'll go out tomorrow with a ladder and a tarp and shake the branches; the easy way to get the ripe ones :-)
I ate them until I was full and then picked enough to fill up my camera bag to bring home.
I also noticed lots of filbert shells, tell-tale signs of the robber blue jays that stipped both our trees a day last week. I hope they all have an abundant stash for winter. I think Walter and I must grow the trees for the blue jays, as each year as they start to ripen we know what will happen and we make no effort to net the trees.
And last but certainly not least, is a photo of my little Violet Summer; gosh I love being a grandma - or "meema" as she calls me. And the big news: Violet and Ethan will be getting a baby brother or sister come next spring :-)
Part of my breakfast was a handful of wild plums that grow along the trail. They are small, the size of a ping-pong ball, deep purple in color. And they are oh so delicious. Can you imagine how delicious a small soft plum, the flesh warmed in the sunshine, and picked right off the bush would taste? It is a bit of heaven, truly.They will only be around another week at most and then just a memory. We'll go out tomorrow with a ladder and a tarp and shake the branches; the easy way to get the ripe ones :-)I ate them until I was full and then picked enough to fill up my camera bag to bring home.
I also noticed lots of filbert shells, tell-tale signs of the robber blue jays that stipped both our trees a day last week. I hope they all have an abundant stash for winter. I think Walter and I must grow the trees for the blue jays, as each year as they start to ripen we know what will happen and we make no effort to net the trees.
And last but certainly not least, is a photo of my little Violet Summer; gosh I love being a grandma - or "meema" as she calls me. And the big news: Violet and Ethan will be getting a baby brother or sister come next spring :-)
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