Thursday, August 15, 2019

winding down ,beautiful summer


Joe's garden, plump with dahlias and all sorts of vegetables, winding down, tilling the soil
getting ready for the big sleep, I am never ready- I do love the change into Autumn but then the lights go out , the rain - constant, the darkness and chill almost too much. A great time to go to the desert.



I bought more cherries, amazed that they are still really good this late in the summer- weird weather I guess.
These are huge , juicy, sweet, tender.




always going through boxes of STUFF! Sometimes I find something that endears me, This "action figure" couple for instance.
Not sure what it is that tickles me about them, maybe Grampa's pants worn spot and his Archie Bunker style, Looks like my Dad. His hep wife in her snappy outfit, matching shoes, tolerant smile on her face, I imagine she is apologizing for him constantly.




Remember PANTS? and the delivery of his carcass to the deck by the door where I could not possibly overlook  it. I have wondered how it got up there, mystery solved. There is a crow that travels with the one legged sea gull - I feed them daily,   lovely gull,  polite , injured, hopping one legged losing balance- they are best friends and sometimes the gull shares with the crow- but mostly the crow waits in the plum tree beside the gull to make sure it gets enough to eat- they fly off together. Crow scouts for the gull.
Crow has been dropping off little "gifts" , weird little  plastic bits, a stick, an odd painted pebble, It watched for a long time- as Pants came and went, it heard me talking to Pants in encouraging  tones.
Crows are intuitive , clever creatures.
Brought Pants back to me.
Gosh, Thank you, Crow, nice...there is no other explanation.
Going out today in the beautiful , perfect summer to get more fish for the gull, and to the Assistance League because it is old lady day . WHY? because everything is a dollar and they have the most amazing wonderful inventory. Last week I bought a white  Icelandic wool blanket, in new condition-  warmest, softest, comfort ever. I will thank myself when winter rolls around.
Hoping against hope that ETSY will pick up - though I am not banking on it, believe me- corporate greed - has lost everything is used to be, a community of creativity. It's gross, yet I keep doing it- call it a "HOBBY".  Just shifting "junk" , and why not...
Marie Kondo has no power here...


PS- Washington state has 46 law suits against 45- that should make everyone feel glad!

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  1. I love that action couple, so cool! And yes, the 46 lawsuits against 45 does make me glad.

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    1. I really love the "action' Pair too, I put them all over the house in different situations , makes me smile, And our AG makes me very happy! Ferguson is awesome!Washington state is not the RUMP'S fave!

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  2. You and I have very similar sensibilities my friend. I wonder what Action Couple were holding. I can see the Mrs. carrying a coffee cut and an attache case.
    That story about the gull and the crow and how it had to be the crow who brought you Pant's body amazed me. I told it to Lily who is fascinated by crows. I have a flock who come and eat the corn every day that I throw for the chickens but as far as I know, they haven't brought me any presents yet. I don't care. I just like to watch them.

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    1. Crows are fascinating, so sensitive. They know who their friends are and that is a big thing in this world! This little couple could tell a lot of stories I think, I should look for a tiny suitcase for her and a tiny remote for him...

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  3. I feel your pain about the upcoming winter. When we were working, it was tolerable, go to work in the dark, come home in the dark. It was always dark. However, when we retired, we had to go; just could not take it anymore.

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    1. I know...it is pretty grim up here in the winter. I think I must just plan a trip and get the hell away!

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  4. I'm sure the crow brought Pants back.
    When I was young, my grandmother had a Queen Ann cherry tree. Later my brother had the same cherries. They were good. We had a lot with a Bing cherry tree. They were even better.

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    1. Bings are still in the market! They are very sweet, not as juicy as Rainier, or as tender, but they are good for inflamation and general good health.

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  5. rainier cherries are my favorite and I haven't had any this year. I've recently thought of a lot of things I haven't had since I quit accompanying Marc to the grocery store. guess I need to make a trip on my own. animals are so cool. we could learn a lot from them if we weren't so arrogant thinking only we think and have compassion when so many of us don't. still hot here, at least 4 more weeks of summer.

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    1. being Nordic without an ounce of melanin , Heat destroys me. I am not fit for this new normal. Autumn is creeping in up here already. temperature has dropped, Jacket weather!

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  6. Have you read- "Corvus-a life with birds- by esther woolfson?"
    She talks about how clever and empathetic crows are.Hope you don't mind me commenting on your blog!

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    1. hello I don't mind at all and thank you for the suggestion, I have not read that book but will check it out, thank you

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  7. I love Joe's flower assortment. Poor Pants, dragged around in the afterlife by a crow!!

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    1. yes, poor Pants, what a struggle, not even a proper burial as Mr. Man tossed his wee carcass into the bin...so sad.But he did get to fly, via Crow, in the crispy end, to the deck. Joe's garden would inspire you! It started out rather small , just One family, Joe's , doing all of the work.

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  8. Joe's Garden is a total joy in our town!
    It just amazes us how organized they are year round.

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