Friday, April 17, 2015

Just A Farm Girl Kind of Day

Today as I walked around with my camera, I realized how much I love the simplicity of living here. Some people might come here and wonder what in the world am I talking about and how it just looks like dirt and weeds. Well, they are my dirt and weeds and I love it. I think after a week of being out and a bout, living in the car more than in the house, on days like this I appreciate getting to finally be really home. I realize how my soul craves solitude. As I was walking down the little hill to the pasture this morning, and as I turned the corner I just felt peace and joy and I felt like the whole place just shouts, " Welcome Home."

I have this volunteer sunflower and I have watched it like a hawk. I am glad it is up under the trees as I heard the parrots flying over doing reconnaissance, looking for sunflowers. This one they didn't see. As I was taking pictures though, I was being scolded quite loudly.

 Mr. Nosy Parker there, was not happy about the photo shoot. His wife was in the next tree over letting her voice be known too. He was breaking little sticks and dropping them on me. It really broke my concentration. When I would look up at him, he would pretend he was just pecking on a branch.

The berries are just blooming their little hearts out. I am so glad I have things around that remind me why I like gardening.

My hens are just laying so well now. It has been so nice to collect eggs and every single day I think it is one of my favorite things to do. I just love my little hens.

I hope you have a lovely weekend. We will have a warm weekend, but it will be nice. I am thinking of playing in the garden. Ron bought new hula hoe's yesterday. You can just imagine the jokes the boys made coming in seeing the hula hoes  propped against the couch. " Is Dad bringing Hoes home again?" You know stuff like that. :) The garden shops have been out every time he has gone to buy some. Last week while trying to hula hoe, the poor old hoes are so used  bent and worn out.  I just gave up and quit trying to work. I couldn't chop a weed to save my life.

Happy Friday and the weekend!

 “Self-pity is the hens' besetting sin," remarked Mr. Payton. "Foolish fowl. How they came to achieve anything as perfect as the egg I do not know! I cannot fathom.”
Elisabeth Enright---Gone Away Lake

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Odds and Ends

It is so nice to see the pictures of spring and the snow melting on your blogs. I feel like I don't have to hide my flowers so much now. :) I guess because of the warm weather we have had this spring, it has made moths and butterflies hatch like crazy. The moths are the dusty miller types and the tobacco moths that are called tomato horn worms when they are in the worm stage. Those moths are so big they look like hummingbirds and I like to watch them get drinks out of the pool.

The butterflies are monarchs and painted ladies. Ron washed the patio off on the weekend while we were BBQing and the painted ladies would land on the damp cement and get drinks. It was amazing to see those long tiny tongues.

While I was sick, and didn't do much, I would sit and think of rugs I would like to hook. When I finally started feeling human I took a day and sketched out rugs I thought I might like to hook. I drew out two patterns and these are what I have to do next.

This one, is just going to be one of those rugs that I only use worms I have cut. I know that it won't put a dent in my bags and bags of cut worms but it will be fun to do anyway.

The next rug will be the one I do next. I couldn't believe it took as long as it did to get it to the backing stage.
First I sketched it on paper. Then I put it on a big sheet of  paper so I could have the size I wanted. Then I drew it on red dot tracer so I could have it for a rug pattern. I drew it finally on backing and then had to go over it in the places it didn't go through to the linen.  Then of course, I had to get out my sewing machine to finish the edges. Next the fun part will be to dye and cut the wool. Hook the wool into the pattern, which is like having a big coloring book in my lap. Then steaming it and binding it and steaming it again.

That is how I know I love rug hooking. I would never have the patience to do this unless it was a passion.

I can draw two shapes, houses and flowers. I like squares. I also officially bought real dye spoons.

 I showed them to my oldest son Ben, who works with metal. He was impressed. I love showing him things like that because he always can tell me how they were made and what metal. Now I think I will have better
luck with my dyeing and my colors.

I hope to finish up my guinea rug today, but you have to stay at home for that and I feel like I have been such a gad-a-bout for the last few days.  Have a lovely Wednesday!


The one tiny lupin I found.
"Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life."
Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, April 10, 2015

Friday Finishes

Potato Bush
I feel like every single Friday I slide in sideways. I wonder why that is? I always feel like on Friday morning I  can rest. Which isn't true in the least, because there is always so much to be done. I thought I would have more things to show you that I finished this week. Life does manage to have other plans.

I worked on this pin cushion this week. I really don't finish my cross stitch pieces but stick them in a drawer once I am finished. I decided that this one I would finish.

Pattern Country Stitches- Pin Feathers

Just a pin cushion that took me hours to make. I really like this one because it looked old fashioned. I got it all made and realized I was going to stain it and sand it and abuse it, and I forgot. So now it will just look all nice and brand new. I always want every thing to look like:

" One day in early spring, while out walking, I decided to follow a path. I knew I had never seen before. As I walked down the through the twisty vine covered trees, in the distance I saw a old house set back in the woods. As I approached, I could see the primroses blooming closely next to the wooden steps as if protected there by a gentle hand.

There were the pointy stems of tulips, and daffodils, and next to the porch was a old, old Lilac covered in drooping purple blooms. Old climbing roses filled the trees, with promises of rainbows of blossoms once summer had arrived.

I took a step on the porch, which creaked to announce to the ghosts that lived there, that a visitor had come.
The old screen creaked as I opened it and walked into a room with sheet covered chairs and the smell of a lonely house met my nose. My eyes were drawn upwards to the stairs, the bannister was carved with vines and the newel post was a old tulip shape. As I climbed, I knew someone had loved this place and it was a people house sadly neglected. I saw a door, to my right and I turned the glass knob, I took a step into what was once a lovely room filled with secrets. There was a old iron bed frame with the paint sadly chipping. the  old highboy along one wall  with a dried bouquet of sweet anne's lace covered in dust.  and a window seat under the window with the bow sash. There were book shelves that I am sure once was filled with old  friends.

At the end of the bed stood a old chest. I walked over and lifted the lid, and as I opened it I realized I was looking at a trunk filled with dreams. The smell of old roses and woodruff leaped out at me. There were old dance cards, and old report cards and a bundle of letters now yellowed tied with a faded blue ribbon.

On top sat a old pin cushion and sewing box, the needles now rusted from disuse...

That is what I always think of when I make old sewing things.

I hope you have a lovely weekend,
Thank you for letting me share the things that go on in my head while I am sewing.

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.---Celia Thaxter 1835-1894

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

A Lovely Spring Morning

We had rain yesterday, so this morning it smells heavenly outside. Washed and clean. The dust has been washed from the air and now you can smell the faint perfume of flowers with the smell of wet grass and damp earth. It is cold too, like a normal April. My mistake I think for these last few years is in the assumption, that there is such a thing as normal weather. I need to accept that, weather will always be weather and it is unpredictable so enjoy right now, every day.

Due to the lack of a snow pack and the issues at hand in California, I won't be putting in a giant garden this year. I am though, going to put in a few (???) tomato plants and pepper plants. In the yard. Just a tiny little thing like a normal person. I won't be planting sunflowers or pumpkins. How do I have a gardening blog without a garden, who knows but that is how it will be.

 “It's been my experience that you can nearly always enjoy things if you make up your mind firmly that you will.”
Anne Shirley---L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables.

It is spring, and when I was 12 years old I discovered Anne of Green Gables. When I was a little girl, my Dad owned grocery stores. In that first store, he had a young woman he hired as a checker. Mrs. Berry.
We loved her and she even taught my sister to tie her shoes. She and my Mom were good friend. She had her children and stopped working. When I turned 12 and was in junior high, we got to visit the library at school on Friday afternoon. It was the best library in the whole world. It was filled with the whole set of Nancy Drew, and Little Women and My Friend Flicka and of course, all of the Black Stallion and Little House Books. I would ride home on the school bus, with my arms full of treasure.

The librarian  of course was Mrs. Berry. My Mom had gone on to heaven just the year earlier. My life was in a series of one crises after another. New Step Mother, 3 step brothers, we lived on my on grandparents property, so there was war going on between my grandparents and my Dad and my step family. The one place that was an escape was inside of books. Mrs. Berry, though, because this is and was a small town, knew of what was going on, and very quietly she started getting books for me and putting them every Friday on the corner of her desk. I look back now, and see how God put people like her in my life to quietly guide me and save me from a life of destruction, I might have chosen if not for her and introducing me to  Anne.

My life I think is made up of  people who were sent at the right time, and they were gifts to me sent from God at the perfect time. Mrs. Berry was one of those gifts. I always like to think, but those tiny things that no one would notice, what she quietly did, became a blessing that today continues to bless my life.

   " God begins with men in “the day of small things”(Charles Spurgeon)

I think of blogging like that. Who knew that something like meeting people from all over the world would change my life. I think of it as a small gift that happens every single day. Thank you so much for sharing your lives with me and letting me share mine with you.

So thank you so much for gracing me with the simple gifts that you bring into my life. I have been given such a gift once again. I am so blessed.


“Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables