Happy May Day, Dear Family and Friends!
I hope that you are finding time to enjoy
the sweet, simple pleasures of life.
The spring wildflowers have graced us with their
gentle beauty. Whitey Bear and Kai are enjoying
the mild weather.
Whitey Bear is really slowing down these days.
I can relate.
I can relate.
He's my sweet old boy.
Forget-me-not.
Wild Bleeding Heart.
Such tragically romantic names.....
Wild Pink Currant - a favorite of the hummingbirds.
Crab-Apple
Bracken, waiting to unfurl.
Wild Pink Currant - a favorite of the hummingbirds.
Crab-Apple
Bracken, waiting to unfurl.
The springtime forest beyond.
Soft shades of spring-green:
chartreuse, moss, fern, lichen.
The birds are singing beautiful songs.
I notice these things while I am working outside.
So much to do, so little time.
xoxo
But I hear the wind, rustling the new leaves.
A woodpecker searching for a meal.
The hawks flying over with their high-pitched keening,
I love the sound of small airplanes; the droning
coming closer and closer and then turning into a low, rumbling growl,
which always gives me a momentary scare.
Helicopters and larger aircraft let their presence
be known far in advance, sounding like distant
thunder, then roaring overhead.
Sound echoes through mountains and canyons
in strange and mysterious ways.
Sometimes, just as the sun sets and the forest becomes very still,
we can hear the glacial creek at the base of our little mountain.
The faint sound of rushing water can be haunting, rising and falling like
murmuring voices, revealing ancient secrets to any who will hear.
There was once a busy coal-mining town down by the creek,
with a hotel, cottages, and a bridge
to the next mining town.
It's all gone now, even the bridge, but the ghosts remain
in the name of the county road that now ends at the creek,
and continues on in old maps and historical legend.
We found an old home site years ago, my children and I, along
the well-worn elk path leading down to the creek, where we
would cool off on unbearably hot August days.
We discovered old bleach bottles and cold cream jars.
Medicine and perfume bottles.
Broken crockery and dishes.
There were plum trees, and roses still blooming,
near the remnants of a crumbling stone chimney.
Someone had bought the land and opened a clearing,
crashing over this forgotten pioneer stand in the middle of the forest,
breaking all in it's path.
We tried to save what we could, and I still
have the bleach bottles and cold-cream jars in my laundry-room and bath.
My son found a coal cart wheel lodged in
the stones by the creek.
It took both he and his brother, along with Dad
to rescue it and carry it home.
The coal-cart wheel rests in the garden
by the front of the old tool-shed.
I used it for years as an anchor to tie out
the children's ponies on the lawn.
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| Fresh snowfall in the hills, just the other day. |
Sometimes, just as the sun sets and the forest becomes very still,
we can hear the glacial creek at the base of our little mountain.
The faint sound of rushing water can be haunting, rising and falling like
murmuring voices, revealing ancient secrets to any who will hear.
There was once a busy coal-mining town down by the creek,
with a hotel, cottages, and a bridge
to the next mining town.
It's all gone now, even the bridge, but the ghosts remain
in the name of the county road that now ends at the creek,
and continues on in old maps and historical legend.
We found an old home site years ago, my children and I, along
the well-worn elk path leading down to the creek, where we
would cool off on unbearably hot August days.
We discovered old bleach bottles and cold cream jars.
Medicine and perfume bottles.
Broken crockery and dishes.
There were plum trees, and roses still blooming,
near the remnants of a crumbling stone chimney.
Someone had bought the land and opened a clearing,
crashing over this forgotten pioneer stand in the middle of the forest,
breaking all in it's path.
We tried to save what we could, and I still
have the bleach bottles and cold-cream jars in my laundry-room and bath.
My son found a coal cart wheel lodged in
the stones by the creek.
It took both he and his brother, along with Dad
to rescue it and carry it home.
by the front of the old tool-shed.
I used it for years as an anchor to tie out
the children's ponies on the lawn.
I wonder about the people who might have lived there, 100 years ago.
Who used the bleach bottles, the cold cream jars,
and planted the plums and roses?
A little family, perhaps?
An Immigrant from a far-off land, coming to make a new start?
Historical records reveal people's from all corners .......
miners and stonemasons, lumberjacks and land surveyor's,
builders and pioneers,
all looking for work in the mines and the forests.
Maybe the husband worked the mines, built the house,
while the wife created a home, possibly
taking in laundry and sewing to make extra money, maybe with children
who walked the 2 miles to the old brick schoolhouse, still standing downtown.
Dreams come and gone. Fortunes won and lost.
Did they stay? Did their children have children
who played with my own?
The graveled county road leading to the creek
is bordered by foxglove, comfrey, bergamot, wild oregano and garlic.
The progeny and legacy of escaped herbs from pioneer gardens.
Will someone, someday find my lemon balm and spearmint gone wild,
growing alongside some long-forgotten lane?
Already a plum tree that we planted over 30 years ago, a gift from a
long-gone neighbor, has seeded itself many times over along the edges
of the forest, courtesy of grateful, hungry birds.
Who used the bleach bottles, the cold cream jars,
and planted the plums and roses?
A little family, perhaps?
An Immigrant from a far-off land, coming to make a new start?
Historical records reveal people's from all corners .......
miners and stonemasons, lumberjacks and land surveyor's,
builders and pioneers,
all looking for work in the mines and the forests.
Maybe the husband worked the mines, built the house,
while the wife created a home, possibly
taking in laundry and sewing to make extra money, maybe with children
who walked the 2 miles to the old brick schoolhouse, still standing downtown.
Dreams come and gone. Fortunes won and lost.
Did they stay? Did their children have children
who played with my own?
The graveled county road leading to the creek
is bordered by foxglove, comfrey, bergamot, wild oregano and garlic.
The progeny and legacy of escaped herbs from pioneer gardens.
Will someone, someday find my lemon balm and spearmint gone wild,
growing alongside some long-forgotten lane?
Already a plum tree that we planted over 30 years ago, a gift from a
long-gone neighbor, has seeded itself many times over along the edges
of the forest, courtesy of grateful, hungry birds.
I day-dream about these things while I pick Dandelion blossoms
to make infused oil for lotions and balms.
Something, maybe a woman might have done 100 years ago.
Dandelions are completely edible and are a good
source of vitamins A, C and K.
A gift to man-kind right under our feet!
To make Dandelion Infused Oil:
Pick enough Dandelion flowers to fill a jar.
(I use a pint canning jar.)
Let blossoms dry on paper towels in a dark, dry place,
a few days to 2 weeks.
to make infused oil for lotions and balms.
Something, maybe a woman might have done 100 years ago.
Dandelions are completely edible and are a good
source of vitamins A, C and K.
A gift to man-kind right under our feet!
To make Dandelion Infused Oil:
Pick enough Dandelion flowers to fill a jar.
(I use a pint canning jar.)
Let blossoms dry on paper towels in a dark, dry place,
a few days to 2 weeks.
Fill jar halfway with dried Dandelions,
then fill the jar with sunflower, sweet almond, avocado, or other light oil.
Cover jar and let set in a warm, sunny window about 4 weeks.
Strain into a clean, dry jar and store in a cool,
dark place.
xx
I'll share the lotion bar and lip balm recipes and techniques
when the oil is ready.
xx
The Little's had fun on an Easter Egg Hunt at my son's home.
The twins are walking now, but only without shoes :)
They are not too steady on their feet.......
xx
Cousins compare gatherings.
Sometimes we make the 90 minute drive on
the weekend to babysit our oldest grandson here.
We have so much fun together. xx
I take long naps after a few hours
of keeping up with these busy guys.
Usually with a heating pad.
xx
I wouldn't trade a moment of it.
Sometimes this little guy comes home with me
after I babysit for him and his twin brothers
twice a week.
Sometimes Grandpa comes home from work early to play :)
We try to help out as much as we can.
They are little for such a short time.
xx
The Easter Lily my daughter gave me has filled the house
with its beautiful scent.
This was a gift made for Ramblin' Man on his birthday
from our daughter and son-in-law.
It's such a sweet reminder of what matters most.
Always stay humble and kind.
'Kindness' is my word for the year.
A dear photo of my Mom in law, 'Nana', on a swing.
Look what's hidden behind the furniture now.
xoxo
We've set out the umbrellas.....
And the hardworking Mr. has set up the canopy.
We didn't set it up last year and we really missed it.
Now it's up to me to make it all cozy.
It needs flowers and pillows and candles and throws.....
I need to get busy.
xx
We truly enjoy this small, outdoor space, well into the fall,
even in the rain.
The sun is now setting just past the first hills beyond us.
The light has been blocked all winter long, just as the sun sinks low,
but now it is free to shine on the hills, reflecting the glorious
colors of sunset to mark the end of another blessed day.
xoxo
"Think of all the beauty that's still left in and around
you and be happy!"
- Anne Frank -
"The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little
and to endure very much."
-William Hazlitt -
"We hear voices in solitude we never hear in the hurry
and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts
we get under no other condition."
- Amelia Barr -
" Hope costs nothing."
- Colette -
Happy May, Dear Friends!
xx
then fill the jar with sunflower, sweet almond, avocado, or other light oil.
Cover jar and let set in a warm, sunny window about 4 weeks.
Strain into a clean, dry jar and store in a cool,
dark place.
xx
I'll share the lotion bar and lip balm recipes and techniques
when the oil is ready.
xx
The Little's had fun on an Easter Egg Hunt at my son's home.
The twins are walking now, but only without shoes :)
They are not too steady on their feet.......
xx
Cousins compare gatherings.
Me with the 'Little Rascals'.
There are four of them.
Three of them are brothers, including the twins.
Sometimes we make the 90 minute drive on
the weekend to babysit our oldest grandson here.
We have so much fun together. xx
I take long naps after a few hours
of keeping up with these busy guys.
Usually with a heating pad.
xx
I wouldn't trade a moment of it.
Sometimes this little guy comes home with me
after I babysit for him and his twin brothers
twice a week.
Sometimes Grandpa comes home from work early to play :)
We try to help out as much as we can.
They are little for such a short time.
xx
The Easter Lily my daughter gave me has filled the house
with its beautiful scent.
This was a gift made for Ramblin' Man on his birthday
from our daughter and son-in-law.
It's such a sweet reminder of what matters most.
Always stay humble and kind.
'Kindness' is my word for the year.
A dear photo of my Mom in law, 'Nana', on a swing.
Look what's hidden behind the furniture now.
xoxo
We've set out the umbrellas.....
And the hardworking Mr. has set up the canopy.
We didn't set it up last year and we really missed it.
Now it's up to me to make it all cozy.
It needs flowers and pillows and candles and throws.....
I need to get busy.
xx
We truly enjoy this small, outdoor space, well into the fall,
even in the rain.
The sun is now setting just past the first hills beyond us.
The light has been blocked all winter long, just as the sun sinks low,
but now it is free to shine on the hills, reflecting the glorious
colors of sunset to mark the end of another blessed day.
xoxo
"Think of all the beauty that's still left in and around
you and be happy!"
- Anne Frank -
"The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little
and to endure very much."
-William Hazlitt -
"We hear voices in solitude we never hear in the hurry
and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts
we get under no other condition."
- Amelia Barr -
" Hope costs nothing."
- Colette -
Happy May, Dear Friends!
xx
