My Field of Dreams

My Field of Dreams
Pumpkins 8-30-14

Monday, September 1, 2014

Happy September!

Happy September!!

I am so happy to wake up to a new month. My thought was, " Oh September how I love thee!

I love September because:

Fewer and fewer over 100 degree days.


Zinnias are blooming fireworks and the mums are starting to show up everywhere I go.


Leaves start falling bit by bit.


We have all kinds of migrating birds coming through, and then the flickers return home. I do miss those woodpeckers and the little holes they leave on the ground because they just love to eat ants.


Maybe a beach trip, because the crowds are all gone.


Everywhere I walk will be surprises in the trees and in the sky and on the ground. It will become cool enough to get my field of dreams put to bed, my flowerbeds all cleaned and maybe some mums and bulbs to be planted for the spring. The house will be decorated with oranges and browns and yellows. The smells of baking apples and pies and cookies. Maybe some rain will come our way. Lots of wonderful things to think about when September shows up. The walks in the morning are just glorious. With the smell of fall in the air.


Have a lovely day,
~Kim~


" Just to know you could, That was enough,
---The Indian in the Cupboard, Lynne Reid Banks, 1980

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Finished Rugs and Other Projects

September is just around the corner. It is time to put away summer things and turn my mind to fall. Which means, I have to stop the procrastinating and get my summer projects finished so I can move on to fall.

Here is some of the rugs that this weekend I will be binding. I want to start fall rugs but I just can't let myself do it until these are all completely finished.

This is one of my favorites. Emilie asked if she could have it for her house. That is another reason to finish it so it can go to a new home.


I got this pattern out of one of my old copies of the Wool Street Journal. The rug pattern was designed by Robin at Bird in Hand Primitives. It was a fun little project but it took me way longer than it should have.


I made this little mat again. My grandson took the first one home. I liked this pattern so much. It was fun to hook and it has all of the elements I love. The pattern was done by Cathy at The Orange Sink.


I did this one again. I still like it so much. I think I spent so many years staring at this pattern. I would wish I was a rug hooker so I keep doing it over and over.  It has all of the elements I love and looks so old fashioned and nice on my bench. Well, it will after this weekend when it is finally finished.

Freebie offered by Primitive Hare

Pineberry Lane

Pineberry Lane
One the days when it is just too hot to hold the rugs, I would do these counted cross stitch designs I hope to finish them up as well this weekend.

I am also working on my penny rugs. They are so much fun. I just wish it was colder so I could sit in front of a fire.

Both kits designed by Cee at Diary of a Rug Maker.

We will see how the guilt meter goes, as my flowerbeds really do need to be cleaned and my flowers need to be dead headed. I know that Labor Day weekend is a holiday, but Ron and I always thought it meant work until you drop as a way of getting ready for winter. I have been on the computer and he is of course outside working.

Have a wonderful holiday weekend, I hope where ever you are it is beautiful,

See you in September.
~Kim~



" Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home."
---Black Misery, Langston Hughes, 1969

" We never knew we were poor, even though we were in a farm labor camp, we thought it was the people next door."
---My Dad--
On Reflecting on the Sunset Labor Camp in Weedpatch, made famous by John Steinbeck

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Days of Summer


Have you noticed how much the sun has changed? The light has become golden and warm in a sleepy kind of way. It is still warm, but  fall seems to be stealing in bit by bit, little by little. The trees are growing tired and longing for a rest. I am starting to see migrating birds flying though. I saw some kind of a scissor tail last night. A few flocks of geese have started flying in the evening and early mornings. The crickets sound half hearted  in their fiddling.


My flowerbeds look like they are weed beds. The weeds have won and  I  plan on doing some Labor Day yard work. My Mums look very good and I know as soon as a bit of cold weather comes in they will look so pretty.


With school starting, it feels good to be back in some sort of routine. Getting dinner cooked on time, coffee in the afternoons with the kids. One of my favorite things is listening to every adventure and funny stories. It is cooler so baking is nice again. I was thinking about daily life and I have come to the conclusion that it is the little daily routines that make up a joyful life.


I am so glad to get back to walking in the morning. It is so different from last year. When I walked last year, a stick would become a snake, or a pile of leaves was a skunk. People could walk right up to me before I saw them. I always felt off balance. Walking this week, it was so nice to be aware of my surroundings and see sticks that were sticks and leaves were leaves. It made my mind go off on a tangent. I thought about gratitude and trials. I think that when John Newton wrote Amazing Grace, it was a prayer from his heart. He had lived such a terrible life of his own choices. Once he realized what he gained when He returned to God, the grace he felt daily was over whelming. My favorite verse now of that song, " I once was blind and now I see." As I walk and think about being able to see, that song for me has so many levels for me.


I have an old picture of one of my great-great-grandmothers. She went blind about my age. I wonder if she had what I had and if she had lived now, would she have been been able to see?  In the photo she is sitting on a porch in a rocking chair, with her hair pulled back in a severe bun,  but her dress is very nice. I wonder if it was hard to have to give up her handwork and reading. My grandmothers were all great readers. They might have been poor but the greatest treasures they passed on was their love of  books.

I thought about how grateful I am for the trials that have come and gone. I am thankful that they don't last forever and that there is always something to be thankful for and to fill my life with joy.

Have a wonderful day,
~Kim~

" People don't care how much you know,
They just need to know you CARE."

---Barbara Johnson, " I'm So Glad You Told Me
What I Didn't Wanna Hear."

Monday, August 25, 2014

A New Week


Here we are to a new week, and dare I say it the last week of August. ( Yay!) We will still have hot weather in September, but I know we are on the down side of that. We had a going away party for my niece this weekend. We fixed up a place in the yard. I think it turned out really cute.


 We have all kinds of plans for it. We have the fire pit down there and it makes the best place for a party.
There were a bunch of young people down there and you can't even tell it. We would have done more but our tractor had to go to the tractor shop for a tune up.


I think I need to go learn out to be a tractor mechanic. We should get it back this next week sometime and then we can start doing some real work.


We had my son, Ben and Megan the the boys over for dinner on Saturday. He has been going hunting when he gets the chance. We wanted to hear all about his hunting trips. He told us one, and  I sat and cried the whole time. I thought I would share a bit of it.
He and his hunting buddy were driving back in the hills. A dirt road, with ruts and rocks and steep inclines. They were in a four wheel jeep. As they were going down this road, up ahead, Ben said he could see dirt like from another car. After a while they caught up to it and it was a little two wheel SUV. They went to pass it when they could and as they got up next to it, Ben said he saw that the hands on the steering wheel were lined and old, then he saw that the woman driving had a oxygen tank.


He knew then that they were lost. I kept thinking of the poor man and lady as this jeep pulls up and there are these hunter looking guys with guns and other things in the jeep and how scared they must have been.
Ben said, they rolled down the window and he said that he asked them where they were going, and they thought they were going to a resort area the total opposite direction from where they were.


Ben said that the husband had had a stroke so he couldn't drive and the lady who was 86 was shaking like a leaf. He asked them, " Would they like to follow them out and back to town or would they like him to drive?"
The lady jumped in the back seat quick as a wink, and Ben got in and drove them back down the mountain to safety. When they got into a area with cell service he called their son and told them what happened. The lady started giving him money and he told her" that they didn't need anything money," and she said, " Oh yes you do so take it." He said that he and his buddy had dinner and as it was too late for hunting went on back home.

You know how you read stories all of the time how people just end up dying and they find them days later. I guess I never imagined how they got there. As he told the story,  I was was so proud of Ben and what a wonderful man he is and you know how I am proud of my kids, Ben works hard and supports his family and then instead of going on down the road stopped and helped that old couple.


I love this stage of my life. I love seeing what kind of people they are and how incredibly  blessed I am to be their mother. I do feel like the richest woman in the whole wide world. I talked to my grand son yesterday on the phone. He is such a sweet little kid and when he was here over the summer we had lots of talks. He took one of my rugs home with him and yesterday he said, " Grandma you know that rug you made me? Well, I sleep with it every night." " I said oh you do?" He said, " Yes, I sleep with it in my arms so I can dream of you  Next time I come, I am spending a month."  ( He is seven years old.)

No matter how crazy the world gets, and how hard life sometimes is, there are moments that come into my daily life that show me how fairy tales do come true and how it is just a wonderful life.

Happy Monday,

~Kim~

O God, thou art my God, early will I seek thee: My soul thirsteth for thee,
my flesh longeth for thee,
In a dry and thirsty land, where no water is.
Psalm 63:1
( A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.)