Monday, September 1, 2014

labor day. . .

"Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day." ~ Mark Twain 


Breakfast 
in my garden 


 Before There is Beer
in my garden 




























Purple Haze 
in my garden 

Fall is just about my favorite season here in the PNW. The sun stays around, usually for the month of September at least, and the days are perfect. Tomorrow the school buses start to run, and overnight the nights are cold enough for the comforter to come back onto the bed.

For years fall signaled the start of school, first for our boys and then for me. But now it signals slowing down, a time to savor the last of summer's leftovers as we ease ourselves into the season full time. 


I will be doing my best to take it all in over the next few weeks, before the rains come. . . 


have a great labor day, 

xoxo 

ps: no frogs were hurt or eaten in this production


Sunday, August 31, 2014

weekending. . .

“Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, you'll land among the stars” ~ Cecelia Ahern, P.S.  I Love You







weekending. . . 
the move is done
Justin was here the last couple of days helping
Kacy and Cannon came to help too
there are still boxes to be unpacked
but the end is in sight
Cannon asked to spend the night:)
it rained hard overnight and it sounded wonderful
i made him sourdough pancakes for breakfast
Brandon and Courtney are on their way down to spend the night tonight
it is good to be home. . . 




Saturday, August 30, 2014

it's a Zen thing. . .

 “Canning is a whole world of a thing to do. It requires that you get out of your head. It's a Zen thing. You cannot be wondering about your inadequacies and how they drove Bob off and be making jelly. You'll wind up with big, cylindrical jujubes.” ~ Debby Bull, Blue Jelly: Love Lost and the Lessons of Canning





Brandon made this jalapeno jelly and brought it to the lake. It was my afternoon snack most days. I ate it with these crackers with a bit of cream cheese. I was sad when everyone else discovered how good it was and I had to share. I am hoping to get some made this week while the peppers are still in season. Here is a recipe if you are so inclined. Brandon added about 2 tablespoons of red pepper flakes. Yum.... 

i hope your weekend is being good to you, 
we are unpacking. . . still! 
xooxo 

PS:: I guess some habits are hard to break. I am back blogging daily over at Nibbling on Life. I missed it. What brought this on was I was going to close it down and I sat and read past post and remembered all that had gone on, day to day, over the past couple of years. I understood then that I still want to do it, so there you have it. I have changed it up a bit and  opened it up for comments I hope you will stop by now and then. xooxo

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

walking the dog. . .

Dogs are here to remind us life really is a simple thing. You eat, sleep, take walks, and pee when you must. That's about all there is. They are quick to forgive trespasses and assume strangers will be kind. ~  Jonathan CarrollThe Marriage of Sticks


One of the things I am looking forward to so much, after I get this hip done in a couple of weeks, is walking. I have not really been able to walk very far for the last few months. I miss it. Basil misses it.

Yesterday I leashed him up and took him across the street to the vacant piece of land that we gaze at out our front window. It's a nice parcel, the only parcel left in our small neighborhood with nothing on it because it won't perk. So there it has sat all these years, growing wild and wonderful, with the Seattle watershed behind it. He loved exploring, oblivious to the fact that we were just across the street and had not gone very far. Of course I took my camera.

I kind of got lost in these wild phlox that are going to seed. So many textures and patterns and the light was so good coming through them. Actually they look like a big fat mess, but were pretty interesting. 


There were blackberries and we each had a few. But mostly I just let him sniff and think he was out in the wild, free and exploring
. . .  FINALLY!




It really did us both good.

Fall is upon us. . .

happy hump day!
thanks so much for stopping by,
xooox 

Monday, August 25, 2014

the lake. . .

A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his one nature. ~ Henry David Thoreau


Last week was a blur; coming home from a week at the lake, the last of the packing on the east side, two doctor appointments on the west side and then unpacking at our real home. I am just now having time to really sit down and take a look at the lake photos. Justin was so excited to share the lake and the cabin with Cannon and Kacy, he could hardly wait to get Cannon out in the boat. So even though it was nearly sunset, they did a quick spin around the bay with their poles. 




I know that the lake holds something special for all of us and when I think about the fact that this is our 20th year, and that we have stayed a week most of those years, we have been here almost five months. Even as the boy's lives started going in different directions as they grew older, the lake has always brought them back together. By now we know it almost better than we know home, as it has not changed in the 20 years we have been coming. There is something comforting about that. 




For me it is like stepping back to my childhood as we spent almost every vacation in Northen Idaho somewhere. I was that kid who had never been to Disney Land (still haven't) but I have been to every shore, on almost every lake in this part of the world. The water is cold and clear and perfect for swimming and at sixty I can still do a double summersault, both forward and backward, even with a bad hip. It is the place where peace and tranquility come easy to me, even when things are crazy or confusing in my everyday life. And there have been those years for sure. 




There is a routine we count on here, one that has fallen into place over the years as we each take on certain roles and chores.  It is dependable and familiar and we all seem to fall into it the moment we hit the cabin. The light is magical and we all seem to let go of baggage that can sometimes can get in the way of family. Everyone has his or her spot to put their things, and everything we bring has a place: fishing gear, water toys, food, wine, beer and games. I never misplace my keys or my books because I have put them in the same place over the last twenty years. And we all know where everything is, be it an extra blanket or the old-fashioned egg beater we use to make scrambled eggs or French toast. 




The cabin lies in a small bay on Priest Lake, which is over 19 miles long and 300 feet deep. There is a tiny airport landing strip at the end of the bay and we watch planes fly in and out, especially over the weekends. This too holds a place dear to me as my father flew planes just like this, probably in and out of this very airport. 




Every year I wonder if it will be our last year. I wonder if the kids will get to the point where they don't want to spend their hard earned vacations with us. I wonder if it will lose its magic for them, if the cabin will become too crowded, or the drive too long. I wonder if there will be a year when it is just Gary and I and maybe invited friends. 




I wonder. . .  

But so far, if they can make it they do. And as long as they are willing so are we. 

i hope your week is starting out grand. . . 

xoxoo