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my weakness is love. i've never really known it. i can only approximate a somewhat superficial relationship with it. love has always eluded my grasp and hence my somewhat fetish like relationship wit the concept. i long for love. i long for a relationship that approaches the divine.

i have tried so many times with failure. i have read and thought with no discernable breakthroughs.i 've worked so hard to know this yet i know nothing and feel nothing except for that which is beyond my reach. i've seen my close friends achieve love and yet it eludes me. i guess that is my lot in life to always be the observer and to never experience such emotions. i guess this is just the way things are.  does anyone else feel this way?

artists are the best people on earth

great fun with fellow artisans last night. there are  two things in my life which will possess me to drive 100 miles. ok maybe three things...art,gardening,sex,emmmmmmmmmfour things,cool antiques. this is a closeup of all the things that teesha moore uses in her art.

this is a closeup of tracy moore's work bench where he creates the amazing journals seen here.

i really like the moss green velvet one in particular.............

here are a few fellow artistes that i met that evening. great fun.

athena

she is doing very well. she is a couch diva. all of us gals piled on the
big comfy couch, athena included. we were quite the lounging group, athena
certainly knows how to relax. her front legs are taking over and compensating
for the lack of power in the rear. she is very protective of her new family.

athena the doggie goddess

a dog named athena

a dog in a cage pulls at your heartstrings. i wish we could take better care of our animal brethren so that there were no unwanted pets. this little gal has the most soulful eyes that pierce into your heart. i had to show her to my friend lisa(who really really loves dogs). sure enough lisa was smitten and the story has a happy ending.

athena had a rough start in life. her hind legs were seriously injured in an unknown accident(a car perhaps) and she did not get veterinary care. eventually she was taken into foster care and received some treatment. she probably have leg issues the rest of her life. i am optimistic that love and time will help heal her injuries and she will be able to run with the pack.

athena is going to a great family and i am so happy that athena is being given another chance for happiness even though she is "damaged" and not perfect. i think we all deserve this chance in life-every single one of us.

i was tempted to leave my teenager in the cage and let someone else have her. love overcomes all and i ended up adopting her again and taking her home as well.

spring has been a long time coming to the pacific northwest.


finally the blooms and birds are coming to fruition and the days are long and filled with light.



not much to say but to let nature speak for herself through photographs.


we spend as much time outdoors savoring the sights,sounds,and scents of nature.

there is no other place that i would rather be.

winter is so long and it does have beauty but spring is so short and i want to remember it all.

As one suddenly opens the door into the garden there
is movement everywhere of big birds flying off. The
place is full of excited, emotional blackbirds and
thrushes. I have found a hen blackbird sitting on her
nest. She is in a tangle of boughs of a crab-apple
tree in the hedge and so intent is she that I can
go close to her. She sits so immovable that she might
be carved of wood. Even her eyes remain motionless.
There is some unanalysable emotion in her pose, her head
thrown well back, her beak pointed upwards in a challenge
of patience. Her breast is puffed forward and full, her
body fits the nest all around, that her eggs may be kept
warm. At the same upright angle as her beak sticks her
tail, outwards from the nest. She seems so proud and
tender and gentle; and still her eyes are motionless.
I wonder if she is petrified at my nearness, or whether
the instinct to keep the eggs warm is stronger even
than the instinct of self preservation. I am deeply moved,
although I cannot explain to myself why it is so. I feel
as though I have been privileged in seeing her.

An excerpt from "Four Hedges A Gardner's Chronicle"
written and engraved by Claire Leighton.

This book has recently been republished from the 1930s
original. The writing and engravings are so evocative
of the quiet natural beauty of the garden and nature.
Sometimes the old garden books are the best.