Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Teatime at Gold Hill

 At the beginning of our three day adventure last week,
my "live-in gardener" and I stopped along the way for afternoon tea
at the Teapot on Wheels tearoom in Gold Hill, Oregon.

 All I can say is "YUMMMM"!
 It was their Autumn menu and just delicious.
 We started with tea, mine was black currant flavored black tea
and a fruit and cheese cup. What a nice way to begin celebrating Autumn!
 Then there were the sandwiches with egg salad, turkey on rye, and
a triple decker of roasted red peppers, pesto, and sweet potatoes with honey.
The scones were plain and orange with raisins, both delicious.
The cheddar olive puff was yummy too.
 Then a cottage pie, oh my!
 The sweets were a apple tart with caramel sauce and cream.
And a spice cake with orange cream cheese frosting, which I saved for later.
The picture is on the three tiered server on the top.
 All I can say is that it was an explosion of Autumn flavors
and such a lovely treat to begin our small adventure.
 After that delicious tea time we needed to walk in the garden.
Isn't this just a beautiful location, many weddings take place
here along the Rogue River.
 Many of the flowers were like bridal bouquets just stunning!
 If you ever find yourself traveling along I-5 highway in Oregon
definitely plan on a stop for tea in Gold Hill.
It is worth it!

Monday, September 16, 2019

Garden Quotes 2019

It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring,
who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
~B.C. Forbes

On my way home yesterday I noticed this field of pumpkins
and was reminded of harvest time.
Snapped as the car sped down the freeway.
Quick snaps of Autumn arriving in my part of the world.

 A bit fuzzy, but in front of my house the leaves are beginning to change color.
Autumn is definitely in the air.

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Stories for my Sister

Grab yourself a cup of tea and settle down for a chat longer than usual.

Recently I finished reading this book. It was said that I might see myself in the story. Certainly I did,
but a different story. A story of a single mom and two daughters. The story came from the older daughter, but it was their story. And that is where my story is similar to this story, but then my story goes a different direction.

Sometimes our stories can be told or written sad or they can be of happy times,
but to mix the two can be a challenge.  Elizabeth did both and I am still remembering this story.
Her book is definitely worth reading. Definitely check it out.
Where my story goes, well shall I tell you the struggles, the sad parts or do I tell you
the sugar coated pretty parts?

I could tell you about my mother being called "the stupid one" as a child.
I could tell you about my pregnant mother and I being deserted by my father when I was two.
I could tell you about abuse in the church for those I knew and
how that formed my spiritual beliefs.
I could tell you of learning that my father's family had a lot of sexual abuse stories
and my sister and I were so lucky not to have been a part of that.
I could tell you of difficult times in my life.

But I will tell you this!
As a child as I saw abuse around me I grew strong, I became a strong woman.
I know myself and I know how to take care of myself.
I learned to have an active fantasy life, dreaming dreams
of fairies and woodland creatures.
I learned to follow my dreams.
Growing up I emotionally supported my mom and I hope I
helped her realize she wasn't stupid.
Once I started babysitting I bought my own fabric and made my clothes.
One dream was to dance, though not accepted by my church;
I danced in my 30's. I dance in my stories.
Another dream was to go to design school and work with apparel.
In my 40's I did just that.
In my 50's I met my half siblings and learned even more how lucky
my sister and I were not to have the biological father in our lives.
During this time I learned to have a voice, speak for myself and
no one was going to take advantage of this strong woman.
Yes, I am getting older, I am getting stronger each day.
I speak truth.
As a 65 year old I picked up a camera and learned to listen and notice what I notice.
My husbands thinking was that it should be the man that takes the pictures,
but I listened to my heart.
I still know there are fairies out there and angels walking with me.
I walk on tiptoes with them.
I still imagine the dancing and can hear the music.
In my 70's I still notice what I notice,
I listen to my heart strings,
and I dance*.

Do you also notice what you notice?
Listen to your heart strings and dance?

Each of us has our own stories.
Sometimes our stories are the same, but most often they diverge into
our own unique story.
Pay attention to your story and allow it to make you a stronger person.
This story is for my sisters too. You know who you are more than I know you.

*Dance for me is figurative in nature, most often it is in my dreams and 
in the movement of my heart strings, or just a slight movement of my toe or hand.

Happy weekend, dear friends!
I am saying this early as I will be away on a small adventure,
an adventure where I plan on a dance or two.
Be back on Monday.

Monday, September 9, 2019

Garden Quote 2019

 "A flower cannot blossom without sunshine,
  and man cannot live without love." ~ Max

To tell you the truth I don't know who Max is,
but I liked the quote when I saw it.

Aren't these hydrangeas amazing?
A lot of weddings take place in this garden,
such a lovely place - Canby Chapel in Canby, Oregon.
Take a walk in a garden somewhere before winter comes along.

Friday, September 6, 2019

Just Around the Corner - Autumn

Recently I attended the Autumn show at my favorite antique mall.
I can't say I am ready for pumpkin spice, but the sign made me smile.
This show does get me in the mood and I begin anticipating the change of the season.
A cart full of pumpkins definitely sent my mind to warm woolen mittens, sweaters, and boots.
Applesauce cake with spices will soon be in my oven.
Then warm cozy soups for the cooler evenings are dancing in my head.
But first there are tomatoes to bring in from the garden.
Figs yet to ripen.
I think the squirrels have gotten most of the grapes now.
Some little squash that look like a cross between a squash and a pumpkin have been picked.
I noticed the beets are ready to pull from the ground
and soon the carrots will be ready too.
The time is harvest time, an over abundance of gorgeous things from the garden.
Are you making jams, canning fruit, or putting things in the freezer?
I have berries and apple pie filling there now.
A few pickled beets yet to be made.
Not sure what I will do with the figs.
Are you dreaming of cooler days with a chance to wrap yourself in something warm?
Enjoy the anticipation, but savor a few more summer days as we head into Autumn.

Happy weekend, dear friends!

Wednesday, September 4, 2019

Images of Summer

It’s a smile, it’s a kiss, it’s a sip of wine … 
it’s summertime! 
– Kenny Chesney
A glimpse of my summer came with a walk on the beach 
and a visit to the zoo.
That bird just sat on the fence saying "come hither and pet me,
I dare you!" My grandson, D, and I both wanted too,
but that bird would have nothing of it.
Playing with my D at the Enchanted Forest. 
Well of course we would come upon Hansel and Gretel's home
in the forest.

Picking blueberries for winter time delights.
Oh we love them in pancakes, fruit salads, and pies.
I love summertime more than anything else in the world. 
That is the only thing that gets me through the winter, 
knowing that summer is going to be there.
 – Jack McBrayer

Candles in a garden, just because they are pretty.
Not my garden, but a garden of beauty.
And as we head into autumn, sunflowers delight the day.
One final splash of bold color along with pumpkins and golden leaves to come.
One must maintain a little bit of summer, 
even in the middle of winter. 
– Henry David Thoreau

Precious memories of summer as we head into pumpkin season.

Monday, September 2, 2019

Garden Quote 2019

There is an appointed time for everything. 
And there is a time for every event under heaven -
A time to give birth, and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
- Ecclesiastes, 3:1-2

 For some reason today I felt this verse was appropriate to my heart.

Feeling sad for some losses I have heard of this week,

for people that are hurting or living in fear whether it is

for the hurricane on the east coast of the US, as a immigrant,

or for the abuses of life.

I am thinking of you today, this day of labor when we take

knowledge of the work others do and honor you.