After what seemed like an interminable amount of time without sun or warm temperatures, there was an extra special treat of nearly cloudless skies and sixty-eight degrees on Friday.  We in Portlandia were dancing a proverbial jig, my friends.  I celebrated by mowing the very long lawn, which was more than eight inches tall in some places.  I kid you not.  It was a fine workout, going over it three times, with our earth friendly, but very inefficient electric mower.  To top it off, I took a leisurely stroll to the library (come along with the photos below…), camera in hand, sunglasses on, a warm weather rock star out for a good time.  Ho ho!

Today we are back to the grey and cold, with ice cube toes to prove it and a mushy mind that is taking ages to write this post, but whatever.  I am happy.  The weekend was a ten.  I’m meeting Shiva Rea this week (dancing another jig), seeing an old friend for the first time in more than twenty years (thanks Facebook!),  and generally creating my own sunshine.  I hope you are, too!

Somebody bottle this!

Delicate, but tough, this flower.  A bit like me, maybe.

The truck in the background matches.  They’re an outfit!

Bare Shade

A favorite house: a fantastic yard teeming with flora and fauna and the biggest rosebush known to man.

Sun + Shade = Heaven

Magnolia Sky

Tricksters: they smell like garlic!

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Daphne du Maurier

Bathing Birdie

Look at our little sweetheart.  Adorable, I think.  Oddly enough, she is a cat who doesn’t mind a bath, which is good, because, rather unfortunately, she’s in for a lot more of them.  At sixteen, her grooming isn’t what it once was, places harder to reach, or maybe maintaining a certain degree of cleanliness is no longer a concern.  This girl has her own mind, to be sure.  Combine that with some health problems I will leave to your imagination, and she’s on an every other week bathing schedule.  Lots of meows and rubs in the sink before a tight swaddle in a towel and a date with the hair dryer.  The end result is a super fluff and stuff scented like a summer cedar forest.  Lovely and ever so soft.  Good girl!

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If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.

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It’s been awfully rainy in Portland, even by our standards.  We’ve gotten more than five inches in the first three weeks, when, on average, we get about 3.75 for the whole month.  Wet!  So when the sun busted out during dinner last week and made my plate look so pretty, I had to take a picture.  It’s the small things in life…

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