Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Bowl of Cherries...

Cherries In A Bowl...

I love cherries, they are tart, but not so much they make you pucker, a little sweet but not so sugary you can only eat a few, a little crunchy but not too much.., and a bowl of these little gems is a joy to behold... 

Life is like a bowl of cherries so the song goes..., In my case, I  would have to agree and say that its true, life is mostly sweet, with a few unripe, sour fruits now and again, and a few pits along the way, but mostly... Life is beautiful. Life is good.

Moving was the "pits", and another move is coming in two weeks, yet,  I am thankful for the love and beauty I experience on a daily basis, including the amazing support I receive from you dear Friends and Family by your comments, emails and phone calls.  Doing this blog has enabled me to reach out and share..., something I've not been particularly good at till recently.  So thank you for listening, reading, watching, supporting.

With love,


Monday, June 28, 2010

Cowgirl at heart...

Horse and Cowboy Sculpture on the road to "Sisters" Eastern Oregon

I spent the last morning of my trip to Bend on the road with my friend Gioia..., she wanted to take me down the road a ways to get up close and personal with the Three Sisters mountains and see more of the beautiful high desert countryside around Bend... Wow it is just gorgeous - beautiful meadows, clear bluest of blue sky, majestic mountains in ever direction, horses real (and otherwise) grazing in pastures at every turn...  What can I say?  It was so stunning, so spacious, the air clean and pure..., it got me thinking about what it would be like to live in this place, have a horse (I LOVED horses as a young girl and wanted my own so very much...,) as I near my 49th birthday I ask, am I too old to learn to ride and or have my own horse at this stage in my life, too old to have some land to call our own???

I am so very drawn to the desert, and western way of living, maybe I'm just a cowgirl at heart...?
I love the wildness of the desert, the way it smells, the way I feel in the vast open- ness of it all...

Whilst looking for a poem about wild horses, I came upon this one,, hope you like it.. I love it:)))

When I am Old...

I shall wear
turquoise And a 
straw cowboy hat
that doesn't match
and doesn't suit
me.  And I shall 
spend my social 
security on white 
wine and carrots
And sit in the 
alley way of my
barn  And listen to
my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in
the middle of a 
summer night  And
ride the dappled
mare  Across the
meadow,  If my 
old bones will
allow.  And when
people come to
call, I will smile
and nod, As I
walk them past the
gardens to the
barn  And show,
instead, the
flowers growing
there.  In stalls
fresh-lined with
straw I will learn
to shovel and
sweat and wear
hay in my hair as
if it were a jewel.
And I will be an 
embarrassment to
my only
child Who will 
have not yet found
the peace in being
free  To love a 
horse as a friend,
A friend who
waits at midnight
hour With muzzle
and nicker and
patient eyes For
the kind of person
I will be When I
am old.

Patty Barnhart


Sunday, June 27, 2010

Pumpkins in June?

Velvet Pumpkins

Look at these little beauties..., I adore pumpkins at halloween, and usually cover our porch with them, all shapes and sizes, not to mention colors..  I love photographing them, drawing them, carving them, cooking with them....,so when I saw these little treasures today at a gorgeous Arts and Crafts Bungalow store in Bend, I went into fits of rapture, and was only able to speak in oooohhh's and ahhhh's ..  I just had to hold these plump velvety darlings...

....and squeeze them (ever so gently)...  They're made by a company in Oregon called "Hot Skwash" using the most gorgeous vintage shades of velvet I've ever seen... I wanted to take them all home with me, but realized that wouldn't be possible so I picked just one (ever so hard to do!) Here she is...

What do you think??? Isn't she just so squeezably cute?  Do you love pumpkins?  What is it about them that makes them just so darn appealing????

Time Out In The Desert...

Crooked River, Smith Rock, Eastern Oregon

A last minute idea finds me taking a break from moving, living in between homes, waiting for summer to make an appearance and all manner of nagging "stuff."  I'm here in Bend, Oregon to take a little time out and visit with my girlfriend Gioia and take in the breathtaking scenery.  

When I left, the sky in Seattle was Battleship Grey, low heavy clouds threatened to break loose a torrent at any moment.  Looking out of the taxi window on the way to the airport, I couldn't help but wonder where summer had gone to this year...  My question was answered upon landing at the small airport in Eastern Oregon... It had come here, and forgot to keep going north to Washington!  

Brilliant blue skies, not a cloud anywhere, 75 degrees, and gentle breeze... ahhhh...,,, SUMMER .... 

Have you noticed (in yourself and or others) how the sun changes disposition and body?

I have ached all over for weeks now, due to packing, lifting, sleeping in a different bed, within a couple of hours of being in the sun, all my aches and sore spots melted away in the gentle warmth of this high
desert place.

Taking a walk at Smith Rocks after lunch I was reminded of my love of the high desert of New Mexico and Arizona..., the delicious scent of white sage and pine, gentle breeze on my warm skin, big blue sky that goes forever, lizards heating themselves on ancient rocks and a stillness and quiet that truly feeds my soul.

Looking Northwest to Mount Hood

A lone rock climber scales a vertical rock face

Lizard warming himself on a rock (I know how he feels..)