Friday, February 05, 2016

Some of my best friends are blogpals

No one can take to place of friends with whom you have a long, personal, in-person history, but blogpals can certainly become that kind of friend. And you get a head start with blogpals, because common interests almost always bring you together in the first place.

This week one of my blogpals suffered the unexpected and devastating loss of a treasured flock member. Not everyone can relate to that sentence; I can. Not only can I relate, I had the privilege of meeting this blogpal and this treasured flock member in person. (Wow, Sara, it's been over six years; when Brian was just a "lamb," not an obnoxious yearling ram – ha!)

Another blogger that I truly admire, although I can't take the liberty of calling her a pal, did a post this week that resonates with me. I belong to the closely related Sunrise Club; here are my dues from this morning:

Thankful for blogs, blogging, and blogpals at . . .

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Warm, woolly Wednesday

(I planned this post last night, knowing I'd have limited time today. But this morning's sunrise demanded to be included!)

I've been working on my Father Cables hat; really love this pattern, even though my fuzzy homespun doesn't show off the cables as well as some some yarns would.

Now about that sunrise. It was like a glowing bed of coals in the east . . . that both my iPhone and my camera struggled to capture. I don't know why; usually both tools are quite capable. I finally got a few shots that give some idea of the glorious start to this day.

It's raining now at . . .

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Well hello, February

Whoa, doggy, I've been swamped. I was going to show you the flowers at the end of January, but didn't have time to blog. Oh well, they aren't much different now. Here is the north side of our house, lined with blooming sarcacocca, in the fog:

On the south side of our house, the daphne odora blossoms are just beginning to open. Since the bush lives under a big evergreen next to the garage and I'm usually passing it before sunrise or after dark, I haven't been able to get a good photo. But I have bent close to enjoy one of my favorite garden scents.  :-D

The snowdrops are still visible under the flowering cherry on the west side of the house. And inside, the orchid show is at its peak:
I can see it atop the antique pie safe from my wingback chair across the room, and often glance at it to give my heart a little thrill. What a blessing to share my living space with such exotic, exquisite perfection!

Speaking of "peak," this morning I realized for the first time that our new view includes Mt. Adams:
So I went out onto the deck to look for Mt. Hood. From the left end I could just see its flank:

That's okay, I can see my favorite peak from other spots on our property.

After a few days' break, the track hoe was back making racket (and giant piles of debris) next door today. Then it got really noisy, drawing Brian and me outside to see what was up. Can you see what was up, up in the sky? (You might need to biggify.)

That's it for now from . . .

Friday, January 29, 2016

Floral Friday

The sarcacocca bushes that line the north side of our house are in full bloom now. Since we aren't often on the north side of our house this time of year, I smelled it before I saw it; it's potent perfume! Yesterday when I stepped around the house to get a photo for you, I found out why the hummers haven't been frequenting my feeder lately; they like sarcacocca, too. (If it had been summer, I would have been spooked by the loud buzzing that met me!) The flowers aren't big or showy, but there are a LOT of them (I need to take a shot that shows the whole row of bushes):

Inside, the orchid show continues. Three of the four buds are open now, and I think they are breathtakingly beautiful:

That's it for now from . . .