aaaaaahahahahahhaaaaaahhhaha thanks for pointing me to that baby!!! Oh how funny. Some people, poor blind morons, and off the site too so I can't laugh in his face! Damnit!
Must be my favourite topic about me if you don't mind me saying.
Wow, suicidegirls.com has totally gone through a makeover since I've checked it last. Crazy. Look at my favorites-! The all-in-one list makes the site a little richer--seriously, models who started on it in the early 2000s had totally different styles (it was '01 or 02, man!) and this set up is way better for showcasing that diversity.
But enough about the site, damn! I went... Read More
Life is beautiful when it's berry season. I feel sorry for you if you're not in an area where you can harvest berries right now. Here in Western Washington, we are in the peak of blackberry season, the luscious, juicy berries just begging to be picked.
One for me, one for the basket, one for me, one for the basket.
I love the summer, when berries, peaches, plums and cherries are fresh.
No self-respecting Southerner is without at least one recipe for cobbler made from these fresh fruits....
Our tradition calls for cobbler to be served warm, with a dollop of heavy whipping cream or ice cream.
I'm back home after four long and lucky weeks of travelling budget stylee. I'm really loving life again after 'going exploring' and now it's time to be back in the Pacific NW. Only this time, I will make more impulsive art. Peace while I paint a painting.
WOW! How nice to be away for four weeks!!! I am so jealous! Although, I would be hard pressed to leave Seattle for four weeks in the summer--it's my favorite time of year here!
Glad you like the Mary Oliver poem--it is one of my favorites and has become ingrained (in a good way) in my memory . . .
I like camping too--quite awesome but unfortunately do not get out to it enough. I like to camp in Washington around Mt. Rainier, in the Hoh, at the ocean, Olympic Hot Springs, up the Suiattle River Road, and on the east side--north end of Lake Chelan, etc. Also like to camp in the High Sierra's in Tuoumne Meadows (in Yosemite at 8,000 feet), Mono Hot Springs, Kings Canyon, Paiute Pass, etc. Haven't spent time in Montana or Wyoming but they are on the list. Have spent lots of time in BC, but have only been camping on Vancouver Island and the Sunshine Coast; would love to check out the interior!
The garden is doing fine--a bit parched this time of year. I try to follow drought tollerant (DT) practices but water a bit more than my ardent DT practicioner friends--need to put more wood chips out, which I will do this weekend (mulched in the beds last fall with compost and wood chips but need to refresh them as it has now been absorbed.) The dahlias are just starting to bloom and the roses are starting their third blooming. The heat is bringing on the tropicals--albutilon, elephant ears (caladiums), cardiocrinum, etc. As for my native plants--it is a little hot for them; the ribes are a little cranky as are the vaccinium (huckelberry) and oplopanax (devil's club). Am growing some non-NW natives--echinaecia and rudbeckia that are coming on strong with this weather. Put some nicotiana in the parking strip that is doing quite well as well as millet that I have used to replace my worn out day-lilies and delphinium!
Good for you on "making beautiful these precious hours of life".
It makes me think of this poem by Mary Oliver:
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
I especially like the line: "all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms."
Tell me about your interest in native plants. I live in Fremont and am an avid gardener (organic) and like to use native plants as much as possible.
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