Monday, October 5, 2015

My First World Monday

This morning, our upstairs shower broke again. Now I have to wait for the plummer. The water won't turn off. I can only turn it off at the outside which turns all of the water off. On Monday, which is house cleaning, laundry day. I sat and thought about my first world problems. At least I have water to turn off, and not like South Carolina who can't and water is everywhere. Or some place else where people don't have any houses anymore. So I have stopped myself, and thought of how thankful I am that I can call a repairman who will come out sometime today and fix my problem. That is how my Monday is so far.

I sat down to have a attitude adjustment and I was doing my Gomer study this morning. I just have to share the author's take on Psalm 23 because, I laughed out loud as it is me.

" The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall want my own way, He will make me lie down in green pastures, but I will keep getting up and wandering off to eat dead grass. He'll pull me to quiet waters, but I will refuse to drink. He ends up dragging me along right paths and I did my heels in the whole way. So, when I end up in a dark valley, I am absolutely terrified because I am not sure He is with me. I think He is, but, I am so self-absorbed that all I can see is the dark. His rod and staff don't comfort me; they drive me crazy and I resent them. He prepares a table before me, but I clamp my jaws and refuse to eat. He anoints my head with oil and I buck and kick the whole time. My cup would overflow if I would just be still, but I am bent on my own way. Amazingly, His goodness and Mercy still follow me all the days of my stiffed-necked life and despite myself, I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever...but, by golly, I will choose my own room!

---Jennifer Rothschild,  (Hosea---Unfailing Love Changes Everything)

 At least I can dust and vacuum. That is good. We have nice cloudy weather and it is cool and breezy like October should be. The shower will get fixed and all shall be well. I hope you have a lovely Monday wherever you are.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
― Julian of Norwich

Friday, October 2, 2015

Lovely October

Isn't this a beautiful way to start an October Morning? All I could hear in my head was the lyrics to Lucy in The Sky of Diamonds,
"Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies..."
Now that song has been stuck in my head. I love October mornings. The air smells wonderful. I always forget the smell. Our trees are already turning. It smells like damp earth and cold grass and tired leaves. That doesn't sound so nice, but it really is just lovely.

Peter started his new job yesterday.

This is one of our local news stations. They let him explore everything. He even got to stand on the part where they do weather. There is only a green screen. He is the IT guy.

One of my silly little hens thinks she has found a secret place to lay her eggs. This is my pot of mint. It is in under a rose bush so you really can't see her until you walk up. Every day this week, she has laid a egg here.
I just love when hens do funny things like this.

One of my hens laid that tiny egg. The big one is a regular hen and a bantam and then the tiny egg. The tiny egg only had egg white. I always love small eggs they make me laugh.

When we watched the boys a couple of weeks ago, Jack asked for a rug, and this was his design. I am almost finished with it. I love doing little things like this. I think it is going to be a pillow for his bed.

This is going to be the matching pillow that goes with Feed My Sheep. I hope you have a lovely weekend.
I know so many of you are going to be having a deluge of rain. We might get rain too.

Stay safe.

"The leaves fall patiently
Nothing remembers or grieves
The river takes to the sea
The yellow drift of leaves."
-   Sara Teasdale

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Twaddle on Tuesday

Hello there. How are things where you live? I watched the weather report this morning. Cooler days might be around the corner. It will be October by then so of course. Wasn't that Blood Moon spectacular? I have enjoyed all the the photos online. We had a cloud bank so the eclipse was almost gone and the moon straight up before we got to see it.

Feed My Sheep by Me
Here is my latest finish. Feed My Sheep. It is a pillow. A big pillow. I took it to the post office to mail it yesterday. The post office said it would be sixty dollars for postage. I ended up getting a much smaller box and stuffing that pillow in the box. Not happy about that. I got it mailed though. I don't think I will be doing anymore pillows. It was a interesting project. I do pillows for my house all of the time. In fact, I need to do a bunch for the fall even now. Just not to mail.

It was pretty warm in the afternoon yesterday. I let my chickens out in the yard. I was out in the pasture watering everything and I looked up. There was a red tailed hawk, zeroing in on my hens. I couldn't believe it. I am sure if I hadn't been out there he would have had chicken dinner. He circled around and around and since I wasn't going any place he finally gave up and flew to the south, like he was just out for a day of soaring around the skies. All the chickens were put back in the coop. It is almost October and with the fall migration happening, I will have to be more diligent as the red tails and the sharp shinned hawks are looking for winter hunting grounds. We have a million doves, so I know that will make them stick around. You can tell though, they would like chicken to eat as a way of mixing it up.

I am thinking today might be a nice day to dye wool. It is cool enough so that I can open the house this morning. As soon as all the boys go to work. They all get so depressed when I dye wool. Even Ron, they just hate the smell. When Megan comes over and I have been dyeing she likes the smell like I do. I think it is funny that the girls like the vinegar-wool-dye smell and the boys don't. 

Okay, Tuesday Twaddle is over for today. I hope you have a lovely day,


“Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.”
― Gladys Taber

Saturday, September 26, 2015

A Fall Day

Here is the truth about living in California. In the Fall. Autumn  really is only in my mind. It is still hot, and still dry and dusty. This fall the trees are loosing leaves, but only I think to water starvation. The sunshine is abundant and the air you breathe is still crunchy and brown too. Walking in the mornings, is like pulling a loaded wagon. All up hill. But this morning, I saw that the  Northern Flickers have arrived!!! I had heard them screeching in the trees about Wednesday. They always scare me at first because they sound very much like a hawk. I had let my chickens out in the yard that morning, so when I first heard it I start scanning the trees.

Not my Picture.
This morning, I was watching Mr. and Mrs at an ant hill. They were just vacuuming up those unlucky ants this  fine morning. I guess they were tired and hungry from their trip.

 Mr and Mrs Pointy Head ( Black Phoebe)  are back too.  They also have Junior Pointy head with them and they had a terrible row in the back yard. It seems Junior wanted some food, and Mom and Dad have decided enough is enough. So while I ate breakfast with my binoculars in one hand, I watched Junior cry his heart out at the top of the redwood. No one listened. Well except me, that sound he makes drives me crazy. I did notice him fly off and do a double back flip,  to catch a bug in mid air so he does know how to feed himself.

Not my picture either.
The Blue Jays are extremely put out because of the new comers.

Also not mine.
They sit around on the fence and make that sound of two marbles being ground together. While cussing and complaining under their breath. I have one blue jay who has found the cat food dish. First it flies to the swimming pool fence. Sits there and watches and makes sure no one is watching. (I am crawling around on my knees peeking out the window so this is how I know.) He then flies to the back of a chair on the patio. He flies down to the table, eats some cat food then grabs a beak full of  food to eat on the road.  He flies off like a bugler, laughing all the way.   Every single day, unless of course I forget to fill the cat food bowl. Then he sits on the swimming pool fence and yells at the house. Birds are very bossy.

This morning while watching the flickers. The male flew towards me like this.

How I wish this was my image.
It was lovely. I can tell you honestly, being able to see birds in the fall. Is such a gift!! To be able to see that color, I just stood there and said, "Thank you God for giving me back my sight." It is so nice to be here, right now.

Have a lovely weekend,

This photo is mine.
“After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her...In October any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible.”
― Elizabeth George Speare, The Witch of Blackbird Pond