Thursday, August 9, 2018

August in Sequim


That's Victoria.  Can you see Canada? Use that x-ray vision. This is 1/3 mile from our house, just 1/3 mile.  The fog horns are delightful.  Reminds me of that other foggy place we used to live, but this is so much more peaceful.  In so many ways.

 I think this is a clematis, but it obviously didn't get the directions to grow on the arbor, 
not beside the arbor.
Next year we'll have a class before the spread begins.  Or maybe I just pruned it poorly.

 There is a name for these cone-head hydrangeas but I forgot it and am too lazy to look it up. 
Let's just call it Jane Curtain. 


 This is is - the entire gladiola crop.  Kind of puny, isn't it?

 This is all one lavender plant.  It looks even fuller up close and personal.  

 Not ours, but one of the many lavender farms  Last I heard there were around 40.
 Come see for yourself.  


Lily finished the quilt for her new baby sister.  Excellent first project, doncha think?

There has been a lot of needlepointing belts this summer.  Should I show you how they look in progress, before they get blocked and leathered and buckled?  Kind of bizarre how the leather magicians can take this funky piece of stitching and make it into something beautiful. 



That's all - for now.  Happy August! 

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

It's been quiet

And I like it that way.  All that travel action wore me out, along with the fact that it really is Paradise in Sequim, so while most of you have been dealing with unbearable heat, we've been hovering in the 60s, sometimes way up to the 70s.  OMG, as the kids say.  I know, it's rude of me to mention it.  

Here's a little bit of the goings-on, but even I would be bored to tell you about the days of Al in the garden, me in the Patch, surreptitiously  avoiding the housework.  A nice part of getting older is the ability to not care if there is dust in the corners or crumbs under the table.  Erma Bombeck is channeling herself through me these days.  Just close the curtains, dim the lights, ignore the vacuum and pour another glass of wine.  A bit of really dark chocolate enhances the pleasure, of course.


 June 30 was the last legal day to burn so Al had a little bit of fun.  Sorry I didn't get there when the pile of weeds was enormous.  Fascinating how much smoke is created from a bunch of dried stuff.  I was hoping to see a fireman or two, but no such luck.


My new favorite Fourth of July activity with the City Band playing in the park, all patriotic and enthusiastic.  Last year a couple of Eagles soared over during one of the marches, but this year they must have been teaching the babies how to venture forth from the nest.  Or they didn't get the memo.




Lily came across the alley to work on a quilt for her soon-to-be new baby sister.  She's doing a super job and next time you'll see it finished.  Did the inventor of flannel ask herself just how much dust could be created with it?  Was that the goal or was the snuggle factor more important?  


The view from our front porch at 9:30 last night.  

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Sojourn aka Southern Journey


 Well, that was so much fun!  First we went to Atlanta for a few days to spend time with Chrissy, Nicky and Matthew,  Then hopped in a rental car (do they ever have anything that isn't white or silver?) and went to Charlotte to meet Pat and Rhett.  See? 

Only one night in Charlotte before road-tripping to Asheville and a whole day at the Biltmore Estate.  Timing couldn't have been better because the Titanic costume exhibit was just ending but hadn't been taken down yet.  And - the Chihuly exhibit was up early, so we were lucky enough to see both.  At the same time.  I so wanted to touch the costumes to see how they do such impeccable tailoring and detailed trim, embroidery, beading, but those darn velvet ropes held me back.  I














 Next stop was Charleston and the first visit was the Charleston Tea Plantation, the only one in all of North America.  Cool.  


 This is what tea looks like before harvest.  Nothing special, is it?


Then it goes through a bunch of steps to get all dried and ready to enjoy.  I fear that I might have gotten too close to this contraption and it affected my face.

Okay, that's enough for now.  More next time.  

Monday, May 7, 2018

Peony Progress


I think I can. . . .


Get ready - I'm coming . . . .


Ta DA!




The view from my platelet donor chair at the blood bank.  On a clearer day the Olympic mountains are back there.  Well, I guess they are always there, we just couldn't see them last Monday. Not a bad way to spend a couple hours.  Read my book, chat with the girls, get cookies, and the very best part is the warning to not do any heavy lifting for the rest of the day, specifically the vacuum.  




Al has been helping a friend build a house and not spending much time in the yard, so now has double duty weeding.  Why don't the deer eat this stuff?  
Are you still digging (ha-ha) the brown sweatshirt?




These will be pears and apples just on the neighbor's side of the fence, but he's very generous when the trees are heavy laden with juicy fruit. Not the gum. 


The view from our lawn chairs in the park where the City Band performed yesterday.  A few days of sunshine have melted most of the snow but it's still impressive, doncha think?
The band is a bunch of volunteer musicians who love to play and are willing to share it with us.  The symphony was Saturday night with some of the same talented people, from high school kids to a lady who has been with them for 32 years.



Apparently Mother Nature wants us to be mushroom farmers.
  Even the deer don't eat them so do you think we should?  NO!

Friday, March 16, 2018

Spring in Sequim

 I forgot to show you this.

 But now we have this, 


 and this, 


And peonies just popping through all that bark Al hauled around.
I know it's really mean to show this to you in the parts of the country that are experiencing hell endless winter, but maybe it will give you hope that spring really will happen.  


And this!  The Dungeness Lighthouse, the Dungeness Spit, the Cline Spit and Mount Baker, all on one glorious day.  No, this isn't the view from our house, but from 1/3 mile away.  Even I can waddle that far to enjoy such magnificence.  Followed by chocolate and a nap. 

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Feb-ru-ary

Who decided how to spell this month?  Who can pronounce it correctly? 

Here's what has happened in the last month while I have been ignoring the blog.


Laura turned 50 and Al turned 75.  Seventy-five!  It only seemed right to have a celebratory party.  Too bad you couldn't join us.  I had to eat your share of the cake all by myself.


There was a really big surprise when Teri and Willie knocked on our door the very afternoon of his birthday.  What more could a brother ask for?  Well, for them to stay longer but maybe next time.




Of course I've been entertaining myself in the Patch.  Rob provided hours of enjoyment with two flannel shirts, one from Mom and one from Dad.  With a little finagling and creative cutting (and a few yards of supplemental fabric) it became a very cuddly snuggley quilt.  It was fascinating so I'm eager to do more.  In spite of the lint. 


Lily ruled the sewing machine - her first attempt! Go, Lily!



For the last few weeks Digger has been playing with Don on a building project and leaves me wondering if there is any mud left in their yard or if he has brought it all to ours.  And the porch and the bathroom and the laundry room.  We won't even talk about the truck.
  But notice how Al-dorably pleased he is with himself.