We've already had our first snowstorm and now we're into Indian Summer. The feeling of fall is in the air and wasps buzz around the ripe grapes and plums.
My hope is that you will find something happy, funny or comforting here. Please stay as long as you like and come back often. I'm so glad you came.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014


We have lived here for 27 years and the lady who we bought it from lived here 55 years.  Our house was built in 1900.  When we moved here we dug some new gardens and unearthed relics from years gone by.  We keep them in a brandy snifter and occasionally we look at them and wonder about the people before us.   The little metal clown was found inside a wall and I think it was a game piece.  Did a baby stick it in a crack in the wall or did someone stash it there in hopes of winning the game?  Who wore the tortoiseshell comb in her hair and what did she look like?  Leonard removed many casket boxes from the walls of the garage when he was insulating it.  Stuck down in the wall behind the casket boxes were loads of liquor and beer cans.  Who was this man and what's his story?  These are interesting but they cause more questions.  What will people find when we're gone?  Probably buried dog treats and bones that were hidden by our dogs.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Rare find................

This red dragonfly is called a Red Veined Darter.  Never have I seen one before, have you?  If you look closely you can see the delicate wings - they're almost camouflaged against the background.


Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Rocks in My Head......................

This has been a week of waiting and to busy my hands I worked on my rocks.  Most of them will fit in the palm of your hand.  These are just ordinary river rocks from this area.  Smooth rocks fascinate me. They've traveled so far in the creek beds or glaciers, rubbing together, and being jostled around by bigger rocks for thousands of years to end up perfectly smooth.  Maybe like people - being banged around by life's ups and downs and hopefully becoming perfect??   Diane

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Too soon..................

This is Rose in the red plaid shirt.  The other girl with grey sweater is my daughter in law.  This was June 8.  Yesterday Rose passed away from a fast moving cancer.  We didn't even know about it until the middle of June.  She's my husband's only child and has been my daughter since 1986.  She leaves her husband,  a 6 year old, a 23 and 25 year old a stepson as well as three sisters from our marriage.   Too young, too early.                                            

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Morning starlight......................

If your everyday life seems poor; don't blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth it's riches; because for the creator there is no poor, indifferent place.    
                                                                                              - Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Sharing .......

Thank you, Ruth.

Yes, things have not been good and yet I hesitate yet because I know that others have problems, too.  My husband battles lupus, congestive heart failure, diabetes, atrial fib and a few more problems mostly all brought on by lupus or the prednisone he takes for it.  To add to that his only child, my step daughter for 27 years has terminal cancer and is going into hospice tomorrow.  We only found out about it 6 weeks ago.  I feel so helpless and so sorry for him.  I try to cover the bases and keep the balls in the air but I now have to wear an ankle orthotic on my left foot because it's ....falling apart. I still manage to do most things but I'm slow.

Thank you for "listening".                     Diane

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


Personal pain and heartache, things we are going through, sometimes wanting to get on here and scream.  To tell our troubles to our friends who understand.  I don't think there's anyone who isn't going through something and dealing with it in their own way. But we want a quiet little corner to go where there is peace and warmth and softness and beauty and so we blog.  At least I do.  Somewhere along the blogging path I decided that I wanted this to be my sanctuary from life's horrors.  Where other souls can  find a place to rest for a while.  I hope you do.                            Diane