Archive for June, 2006

June 30, 2006

of flip-flops, chinese lanterns and apologies…

My apologies to each of you that had a scary message come up when you tried to get into my space yesterday.

I was triumphant, gloating, waltzing around the living room with Annabelle to Nat King Cole’s Unforgettable playing on my very own space. Victory in my eyes. I had not let that big bully Windows Media Player get the best of me.  No sir. After countless attempts that added up to countless hours of agony. ( once a sweet friend spent an entire afternoon helping me try to figure it out ) It was finally working. I have music playing. 

 A small, miracle. A lesson in preserverance, I thought. It has it’s rewards, I thought.

 Turns out to be a lesson in knowing when you’ve met your match and perhaps, accepting it.


Some small and wonderful discoveries of the week:


  • Baby Orajel
  • this song
  • Safeway Select Lemon Sherbet  ( David says this is the most dangerous discovery of the week…and claims he could eat a entire carton at one sitting…)
  • the meaning of the word: pluvial
  • that the best thing to do with a fussy baby on a very hot day is a nice cool bath!
  • a place called Quote Garden
  • How to kill Ants  ( thank you everyone )
  • The Scarlet Empress (a scrapbook store in downtown Olympia)
  • that I love to sit at the kitchen table late at night and  gaze out through my red french doors, to the two red Chinese lanterns glowing on my back porch…
  •  that after one week of wearing my new brown flip-flops, I am recommending Reefs to everyone I meet 
  • climbing up on the roof to take a picture of the sunset and having David come up after me to just sit on the ridge-line, in silent awe of sunsetting in the purplest, pinkest shade of orange I have ever seen.
  • One tiny pink-prick dimple that has appeared on the darling little chin of my baby girl
  • A  book full of 100 sticky love notes that I ran across in the grocery store called ‘ Stuck on You. ‘  I bought it and have been slipping them David’s lunch boxever since. A rare non-essential purchase for me but then really, what is more essential than being told or telling someone: I love You?



 We are on our way to ID for the weekend, to help bring in the hay, eat watermelon, wander through my Mom’s cottage garden, go to family night at the rodeo, watch the baby cousins interact with eachother, listen to the boys jokes, watch for falling stars, do lots of hugging, driving, picture taking, food and laughing in general.

 We will be home on the 5th.  I am going to leave you with pictures of David’s grandparents, that I have been editing in Picasa, I am copying a disc of pictures for our family. It’s a collection of pictures. My sister-in-law-just finished up one of those gorgeous photo books from shutterfly.  


June 28, 2006

Among the Flowers…

Often in either the morning or the evening, or both, you can find Annabelle and I out in the garden. With our noses in some flower, our hands covered with soil, squealing and pointing delightedly at any new discovery.
Always on the look-out for flower fairies.
This morning we tip-toed out to find our first sweet-pea of the summer in bloom. It’s amazing to me the difference one day makes. You see, Miss Sweet Pea’s fine blooms were no where in sight during yesterday morning’s garden stroll.
 And the other day we had a fairie sighting. At least we think we did. Upon closer examination of  a cluster of shirley poppies, something resembling a fine little fairy lad appeared, peeking at us shyly through the folds of a crimson petal but he vanished so suddenly that we cannot say for sure.
June 28, 2006

Garden Ponderings…


Weather means more when you have a garden.  There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans.  ~Marcelene Cox

It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.  ~James Douglas, Down Shoe Lane

Take thy plastic spade,
It is thy pencil; take thy seeds, thy plants,
They are thy colours.
~William Mason, The English Garden, 1782
You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt.  ~Author Unknown
No two gardens are the same.  No two days are the same in one garden.  ~Hugh Johnson

Gardens… should be like lovely, well-shaped girls:  all curves, secret corners, unexpected deviations, seductive surprises and then still more curves.  ~H.E. Bates, A Love of Flowers

I never had any other desire so strong, and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and a large Garden. 
~Abraham Cowley, The Garden, 1666

One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides.  ~W.E. Johns, The Passing Show

The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses.  ~Hanna Rion
June 27, 2006

On being beaten up and and taken advantage of by BUGS…

" Men should stop fighting among themselves and start fighting insects."
                                                          – Luther Burbank
What do I do? Small black ants have taken over my kitchen.
June 25, 2006

A Weekend Camp-out…

We just got back from the greatest camping trip of all time.

It was ideal. The kind of camping trip that you would only read about in fairytales. It was too-good-to-be true, and went off without a single glitch.

And this is why:

1.) Our campsite was very private. In fact, we pretty much had the whole place to ourselves.

2.) The weather was perfect. Sunshine-y and hot during the day and cool and clear overnight…

3.) With awesome views… of course what vista isn’t gorgeous, with Mt. Rainer as it’s back-drop?

We saw the most amazing golden, ruby-red sunset which quietly turned into most radiant display of stars. The sky was like jet-black velvet, sprinkled with small diamond specks…I was so intrigued with the trees that surrounded our campsite. David thought they might be alder’s. They were lovely and tall with branches and leaves that in the shadows resembled fine lace…

4.) There were only 3 mosquitoes.

5.) The amenities were amazing. (there was no such thing as having to use the great-out doors )

6.) The food was great. Hamburger’s with all the trimmings.( Even avocados) Coffee and Lemon Cake, topped with vanilla pudding and strawberries for breakfast and fresh-squeezed lemonade to refresh us from the sultry afternoon heat.

7.) One of my very favorite things about camping…the way camping sounds…we enjoyed a symphony of birdsong, crickets, and rib-bit’s from a nearby pond, the crackle of the campfire, topped off by a long sigh of contentment.


Joke of the weekend: I happened to mention in passing to David that I thought the best place to "park" the tent was over where we would have some shade the following day. He must have thought that was funny as later on he yelled to me," honey I am just going to go pitch the truck, so we can park the tent."

Yes, it took me a while to figure it out too. Let’s just say that my camping lingo could use a little brushing up on. I suppose it would not come as a surprise to you either if I mentioned that my mother refers to me as " blonde at heart."


 David got caught up on some reading.

 Annabelle got lots of napping time in.

And I started writing the very first draft of my very first book. It’s a children’s book. A silly nonsense, alphabet sort of children’s book.  

We did a lot of laughing…funny how camping does that to a person.

It was a splendid, productive and relaxing time. Most of all, it was time spent together.

And that just so happens to be my favorite way to spend time.




That’s right, you’ve guessed it, this is indeed our very own back yard…

As they say, there’s no place like HOME!

After this lovely weekend we have added camping to our list of cheap thrills.




June 22, 2006

Ode to Summer


 Every Evening Sky,

 an invatation

to trace the patterned stars…

And early in July,

a celebration

for freedom that is ours…


And I notice You in children’s gaze

 in those who watch them from the shade

Every drop of sun is full of fun and wonder-

You are summer.


– Excert from Nicole Nordman song

June 21, 2006

one word

I am wondering…
if you were to write a post at this very moment but could only use one word,
 what would that one word be?
June 20, 2006

Father’s Day 2006

" A man is loved
Not for how tall he stands,
But for how often he bends to
 Help, Comfort and Teach. "
" All men die, few men ever really live. "
" The size of a man (Father) is determined by the depth of his convictions, the height of his ambitions, the breath of his vision and the reach of his love."
June 16, 2006

Friday’s To-Do’s

Grocery Shop …our lettuce is all gone and cherries are on sale, need ingredients for German Chocolate Cheesecake, and don’t forget cupon for a gallon of milk for 99 cents…oh and Father’s Day Cards.
Laundry … there is a pile half the size of Mt. Everest just waiting to be folded on the couch ( see above picture of Annabelle in laundry basket for visual, she was "helping" her mommy and enjoying the warmth of the clothing, fresh out of the dryer)
Pack our overnight bag…we are going to meet my Mom and Dad half way between their house and ours for the weekend.
Scrub the toilets and clean out under the guest room bed  …or is it clean out the toilets and scrub under the guest room bed ) before beloved Auntie Roo ( David’s Sister, here name is really Anna and we are nuts about her, all of us, because she is wonderful) arrives.
Make one German Chocolate Cheesecake… for friend  David ( who I call Dave –  it’s far too confusing for me to have two David’s at a time in one small house) because today is his birthday. He is a very close friend of ours. I especially love him for his compliments on my cooking. He may possibly my biggest fan, next to David. My fan club consists of exactly two members. He usually spends several evenings a week here with us. He and David lift weights out in the garage and I can here their male  grunts from inside the house with all the window and doors shut.  We also call Dave, Uncle Bair. Partly because he is an honorary uncle to Annabelle and partly because he is her Uncle-to-be. You see, Dave is also Auntie Roo’s very serious boy friend!
Figure out how to Turn on New Camera…  1. see users manual 2. Wait until Annabelle is taking her  long nap, it could take hours)
Make Dinner – On the menu tonight: Steak Fajitas with guacamole! We are celebrating because after waiting for months, we found out today that David has succesfully passed his first interview for the Seattle Fire Department…I am so proud of him I can hardly see straight! He has another interview in 10 days.
All that to the beautiful backdrop of the dearest cooing baby, the soundtrack from Pride and Prejudice playing, and one tremendous thunderstorm. 
My life is a blessed one.
June 13, 2006

Odds and Ends…

 What I am about to list, in no particular order, are a bunch thoughts, small ponderings if you will, that have struck and stuck with me through the week. A kind of random snapshot into my heart and mind.
" His mercies are new every morning…and I see that in the pansies and emails around me." -quote from a email received from a dear friend of mine
Let’s set the stage: A very messy kitchen. With company about to arrive. 
And a very kind husband helping me tidy it up. 
Michelle: " Well you certainly didn’t marry for my efficiency now did you? "
David: " No I did not." 
( wisely and quickly followed by:)
David:  " I married you because I absolutely adore you."
David and I, silently laughing into each other’s eyes as we listen to our 4 month old daughter singing in baby talk, along with the radio from her carseat. It was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard and I was laughing and crying both, at the same time. I love it when that happens.
Phone chats with a far away friend, dreaming together about well, pretty much everything. Keeping each other company while tending to our babies and dealing with the ever present pile of laundry. Oh the joys of multi-tasking moms!
The following are three blog names that I have run across recently, that I got a kick out of :

"The most important thing she’d learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one."

Jill Churchill

a quote discovered here

The lovely bouquet full of pink, on my kitchen table, picked from my very own yard.
A celebration thrown for my childhood chum, upon the occasion of her graduation from College and for her most recent discovery, actually two most recent discoverieswhich at this time must remain most confidential. 
 No sparkling laughter from Anniebelles yet, only what I have patiently dubbed, half-giggles.
Crawling into bed last night, with the window cracked open…a little sigh of pure contentment, as I heard the soft pattering of rain on our roof…there is nothing more soothing to me than being lulled to sleep by a gentle summer’s night rain. 
A enchanting and whimsical post that  I happened upon this morning, that brought me, sheer delight… 
How about you? Please do tell of your own small ponderings.