Moving (got kicked out of my apartment for new renters) so I'm at my sister's for the the week. She lives in a turn of the century (that's old around these parts) farm house. One window looks straight up the canyon, another sees the lake in the background. My guest bedroom window faced a nice string of nameless to me mountains that stretched all the way south. Morning light along the ridge was great motivation to wake up early, if the nieces rumblings didn't do the job.
The land. Paul the Farmer came regularly to work with Alfalfa fields and orchards of the not-so-next-door neighbor Dorothy. We saw baby deer and peacock. My personal favorite is the pond on the property (you know how much I love floating). My niece and I took the old metal rowboat for a spin. I read as she played Cinderella and counted butterflies. Does it get much better than that?
The soundtrack for the week has been anything that might be played with a banjo or item found in an early century kitchen (you know, spoon, jug, washboard). Ricky Skaggs (and the Kentucky Thunder for some songs), an assortment from O Brother, Where Art Thou (aka Soggy Bottom Boys) and a guy named Chad Jensen who is all instrumental and all rockin' in a hick bluegrass kind of way. Makes me miss the Seattle Folklife Festival (link to an equally rockin' spoon musician).
Local stars Ryan Shupe and the Rubber Band, Dream Big
You posted a link to your blog on FB so I hope you don't mind an old & old aged friend and seminary teacher peeking into your life now and then. :D I have enjoyed your whimsical writing and simply think you are wonderful, delightful and beautiful, always have! Give Kelsey a hug for me, she is one of my favs too!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you've stumbled in on little snippets of my life. All readers young and old are welcome, of course- Especially those who have seen me grown up over the years. I secretly hope everyone is reading my blog, so comment away :)
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