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.

another challenging week

i push and push and do more and more until i finally cannot do
anymore. inevitably the world will ask more of me at the point and
to which i can only respond "what! you want more!"
balancing work and family is a masterful trick. trying to keep
ones humor and sereneness whilst doing this is another act
of conjuring that i am trying to keep up my sleeve.
i am trying to have patience with those who make mistakes for
i know that many have been patient with me along my learning
path. keeping my mouth shut and letting the negative fall by
the wayside. realizing that judgement and blame are useless
negative emotions that are counterproductive.
i promise to do better tomorrow because i have learned
so much today.

it feels like spring is coming. there is something that
stirs in my blood and makes me feel hopeful and full
of anticipation. these are emotions that somehow have
been absent from my life in the past few years.
i try to not have faith in much. but i do know spring
will not fail me. nature will not fail me. for i know
there is one constant in this world-nature. so i have
this lovely "feeling" when i go outside and can smell
the change in the air and see the days getting longer.

today is valentines day-i bought myself some chocolate.
i know i will never fail myself and this is enough of
a gift to know and receive on this romantic holiday.
what better way to celebrate than to love one's own
company and to be satisfied.


i copied a couple of poems from some of my favorite
bloggers. the first is from stephanie lee's blog
to which i have a link on this blog.


"Do you hear that winter's over?
The basil and the carnations
cannot control their laughter.
The nightingale, back from his wandering,
has been made singing master over
all the birds. The trees reach out
their congratulations. The soul
goes dancing through the king's doorway.
Anemones blush because they have seen
the rose naked. Spring, the only fair
judge, walks in the courtroom, and
several December thieves steal away.
Last year's miracles will soon be
forgotten. New creatures whirl in
from nonexistence, galaxies scattered
around their feet. Have you met them?
Do you hear the bud of Jesus crooning
in the cradle? A single narcissus
flower has been appointed Inspector
of Kingdoms. A feast is set. Listen.

The wind is pouring wine! Love
used to hid inside images. No more!
The orchard hangs out its lanterns.
The dead come stumbling by in shrouds.
Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
You say, "End this poem here and
wait for what's next." I will. Poems
are rough notations for the music we are."

and the next is from nina bagley's blog. i have
a link to her site as well.


i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings

love and spring are in the air.
ciao
posy