Vindow Viper

 

That old joke/story kept coming to mind yesterday. We've never had the outdoor windows professionally cleaned. 

Yes, one more thing I've always done myself, in recent years, with a Windex hose attachment so I don't have to drag around a ladder. That leaves much to be desired, especially the top of the kitchen greenhouse window, which stays filthy no matter how much you squirt it. 

Nice and clean! 

I don't usually fall for front door solicitations from companies who are "working in the neighborhood" and can give me a "deal," but I liked the guy for some reason, and this time it worked out. His Revive Pro Company also cleans house exteriors and puts up Christmas lights, among other things. Maybe we will use them again. 

They use a brush and cleaning solution that dries (almost) streak and spot free-- cheaper and quicker than a hand squeegee job. They were done in under an hour.

Nothing scary about that. 

 

To my blog family

 

Petrichor

 

"Petrichor" is that fresh, earthy scent when rain falls on dry ground. Seattle might finally get wet this morning. 

We've only had a trace of rain (0.06 to be exact) so far this month. I water the flower beds by hand almost daily, which is a chore. The grass went brown and dormant weeks ago. Very few people irrigate lawns in this neighborhood, mostly because of the expense. 

Seattle Public Utilities charges homeowners on both ends for water: what comes in through the street meter and then out the sewer (which of course is not metered.) That means you pay the sewer charge for drinking water dumped on the ground. What a racket. 

We see more of those plastic lawns now in West Seattle, especially with the new construction. I get it, but just give me brown in the summer. In the winter, the grass turns green as Ireland again.

I'm happy to report the family is safely back on the Carlton farm.

They were met by one ecstatic dog and two indifferent cats. The house-sitters took good care of their place, although Amanda said the poultry flock looks slightly diminished. A mystery, but eagles in the area sometimes help themselves to a nice chicken dinner. 

A peaceful morning on the farm. All is well.  

 

Morning summer light

  

There's nothing more beautiful than early morning light-- especially shining on these blooming trumpet lilies. 

In the Northwest, we wake up to crisp, cool air. And yes, sometimes that heavy marine layer of grey clouds, but there's no doubt, Seattle has some of the best summer weather in the country.

Yesterday at the Coliseum in Rome, a different light-- the intense brilliance of Italian sky on a blistering hot morning. 

The families are on their way home now, with a lifetime of memories for the kids to someday share with their kids.  

But frankly, this makes me thankful having seen some of these places back in the 1970's, when we just strolled into St. Peter's Basilica with a baby in a backpack (Amanda.) 

A Cardinal patted her on the head, and we caught a glimpse of il Papa walking by. Talk about unforgettable. 

Simple pastimes

 

It took me about a year to finish these embroideries on dishcloths. (Well, I do have a life.)

Speaking of stichery, the 900 year old Bayeux Tapestry was in the news this week, returned to the UK under cover of darkness in a high-tech, climate-controlled container. It will be on temporary display at the British Museum. 

The work is so unique because it gives a rare visual of the Norman Conquest and medieval life, showing castles, ships, warfare, clothing, food and furniture. 

 

The tapestry is 230 feet long! That amazing texture was achieved with just 4 basic stitches every stitcher knows: stem, chain, split, and couching stitch. Historians say it was likely created by English women, whose needlework was admired throughout Europe.

Speaking of Europe, the travelers return to Seattle tomorrow night. Rome has been hot and crowded, but they've still managed to see the major sites: Vatican, Colosseum, Forum, Spanish Steps, Trevi Fountains, etc. Good for them.  

Zone 9

 

 

I never dreamed of growing gardenias in our zone, until I saw the neighbor's blooming patio pots and jealousy reared its ugly head. 

Our neighbors are frequently down in Portland visiting their daughter, and they brought me a gardenia (above) from Versailles Garden which looks like a fancy place. What a nice gift.  

Typical gardenias need sweltering heat to bloom, but there are several newish varieties bred for the coastal Northwest, including "Gardenia jasminoides Frostproof" (above) which is considered one of the best for our cool and damp climate.

The smell is so evocative. One sniff and I'm 15 again, wearing the corsage on this eyelet dress I sewed myself.  Mom took the picture before my prom date arrived with the box. Now kids just meet up, but boys always came to the front door in those days.   

 

A gardenia was an old fashioned choice for him in the 1960's, when orchids were considered exotic and special. But that corsage was unforgettable because of the scent. 

The weekend is here with the annual Summer Fest going on at the West Seattle Junction. Every year it gets bigger, louder, and more crowded. I walked down there this morning to search for sidewalk sale bargains as usual, but there isn't much of interest for us anymore. Especially not the food. 

Well. The family is now in Rome sightseeing until Tuesday, when they fly back to Seattle on the Alaska Airlines non-stop flight. Nice. What an incredible number of experiences they've packed into 3 weeks. But I'm sensing they're ready to be back on the Carlton farm.