Monday, April 21, 2014

These Quiet Hours



The house is quiet now - sweetly melancholy. 

Just yesterday - full of life - joyful noise. 




All of us, together again. 

An Easter celebration, 




And a sweet daughter's birthday. 




As I go about the task of putting things away, 

Sweet memories float to the surface, like bubbles in champagne. 




A day of love and laughter, good food, happy faces. 




As I stack dishes and gather glasses, 




Scrub pans and tidy up, 

I think of how this once bustling kitchen

comes to life less often these days. 




But that just makes it all the more memorable when it does. 

The time we do spend together seems much more precious. 




With all the preparations and hard work behind me, 

And sweet memories of family filling my mind, 

I gather the fruits of my labor.




The delicious remains of the day. 




A rare sunny morning - to savor. 




A sweet reward in these quiet hours. 




A special toast (with leftover champagne!) with a flute that says,

'May the warmth of our affections survive the frost of age.' 

A humorous nod to this time of our lives. 

(And our name)




A quiet day of rest and reflection. 




With delicious sweetness left behind. 


Heather's 'from scratch' decadent chocolate birthday cupcakes. 

With memories of another special birthday celebration,


Jen's dipped strawberry 'carrots in dirt cups', mint chocolate mousse.

And a blessed Easter together. 


The loves of my life
From left to right:
Jen and son Dustin, daughter Heather and husband Eric,
My Mr.,
daughter Jennie (birthday girl), Erica and son Gabe. 

xoxo

Thank you, Dear Friends for all of your Easter Blessings. 

I hope your Easter was filled with many lovely Blessings, too. 

xoxo

Thursday, April 17, 2014

A Saturday Drive - Good Fences


Come along with me and we will go for a drive! 

We are meeting my future daughter in law, Jen, to do some fabric shopping 
for her and my son's upcoming August wedding. 

Off we go in my little gray Ford Ranger. 


Soon to be a classic as they don't make them anymore!

4 on the floor, 4 wheel drive - oh yea, I am a country gal! 

I love country roads and know every route the back way! 

We are traveling to the nearest small city, about 20 miles away. 


Can you see the top of Mt. Rainier behind the trees? 

We are leaving the mountain plateau behind. 


This beautiful cherry tree caught my eye in front of a pretty stone wall. 

Along with beautiful old farms, there are now residential housing developments going in everywhere. 

I am happy that they take great care to plant beautiful entrance gardens. 


There are also home association rules which keep these new developments lovely, 

No garish colors or junk cars..

Although I do love seeing old trucks rusting in the fields! 


..
I think this takes the prize for the most types of fencing in one place! 

The white rail fence is a long drive between two large fields. 


These tall privacy fences are very popular here. 

They rather look like prisons to me, 
but maybe we don't want to see the cluttered wood shed peeking out from the top. 
These fences can benefit both ways! 


An assortment of flowering trees bloom alongside a pretty farm 
with a lovely split rail pasture fence. 

We leave the quiet streets behind to enter the city where my favorite fabric store is. 

We meet sweet Jen for lunch and discuss our sewing projects. 

A beautiful tiered table covering for her wedding 
and fabric for a tea dress I hope to make from a 1910 pattern. 

But when we arrive at the fabric store, we find it is no longer there! 

In its place - a chain office store! 

I am so disappointed. 
This fabric store was so wonderful - stuffed full with every type of fabric you could imagine. 

So we travel down the road to the competition that sent it out of business, 

a major chain store - a glorified craft store. Again we are disappointed  and walk away empty handed. 

That's the way life is - constant change and we must ride along with it. 


So we part ways with plans to shop on-line. 

But there is something lost in doing so. 

The wonderful experience of seeing and touching. 

Of getting knowledgeable help. 

Of sharing the shopping experience with someone we care about. 


So many small privately owned businesses are forced out by large corporate stores. 

I've watched the family owned lumber stores close, one by one. 

And what ever happened to the neighborhood grocery store? 

Even the small Mom and Pop's are a rare thing indeed. 

Factory farms, corporate department stores, big box stores...

It makes me more determined to try and purchase as much as I can 
from those small, family owned businesses. 

But I suppose some on-line stores are just that! 

Etsy comes to mind! 

Well, that cheers me up! 


As I take the quiet country roads back to my mountain home, 

I think of how life is always moving forward, always changing. 

And how we must move forward along with it. 


As I drive along the sweet road to home, 

I make a vow. 

I will try my best to patronize small, family owned businesses. 

Farm stands, specialty shops, owner operated grocery and clothing stores. 

I might not be able to do all my shopping there, but I can try to make a small difference. 


Moving forward, but not too fast. 
xoxo

Out of this modern civilization economic royalists carved new dynasties...
The royalists of the economic order have conceded that political freedom was the business of the Government, but they have maintained that economic slavery was nobody's business. 

- Franklin D. Roosevelt-
Speech accepting renomination
[June 27, 1936]

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