Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Joseph's Coat


Named after the Biblical "coat of many colors," this colorful climbing rose changes hue as it moves through the bloom cycle.

Years ago, when we picked it out at the nursery, the snooty rose expert said it was OK "if you like that sort of thing."  We did. And we still do.  





"They are Not Long"
Ernest Dowson 

They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion in us after
We pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses,
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Topsy turvy



It was a long weekend of hard work. We pushed, shoved and carried the furniture from both bedrooms into the living room then cleaned out a couple decades worth of dust. Who knew what was living under the bed all this time?  We're camping out downstairs in the guest room until the painting job is finished on Thursday. Hopefully.

Wonder how two senior citizens moved all that heavy stuff?  John bought these very useful furniture sliding pads that made it (almost) a breeze.

And he is good at fitting bulky, odd-shaped objects into small irregular spaces. He must have excelled at geometry at school. I tend to just pile things up. We have a little path through the maze and can even open our dresser drawers.

Well, the inside is mess, but outside all my favorites flowers are blooming-- peonies, iris, alliums and roses.   It was a gorgeous holiday weekend from start to finish and we didn't stray more than 8 blocks from home.  The neighborhood was oddly quiet, I think everyone was off having fun somewhere else.

"Lilies of the field" basking in the sun without a care in the world.






Sunday, May 28, 2017

Memorial Day weekend

United States presidents when they were young:

Barack Obama
Age 18
Bill Clinton
Age 22 and 26

Dwight Eisenhower
Age 29

George H.W. Bush
Age 18


 George W. Bush 
Age 19

Gerald Ford
Age 18 and 20

Jimmy Carter
Age 18

John Kennedy 
Age 21 and 20

Lyndon Johnson
Age 18

Ronald Regan
Age 29

Richard Nixon
Age 20

Donald Trump
Age 20






Friday, May 26, 2017

There's nothing cuter


Than a girl and a pony.  Nova cantered for the first time this week, a big milestone for a young rider.  Notice the bareback pad instead of a saddle?  That's the best way for kids to develop a good, solid "seat."

Ho hum, it's another sunny morning and spectacular weather ahead for the entire Memorial Day weekend. The ferry lines and traffic jams are already forming to get out of town.  It makes a person wonder why bother, when it's so darn nice right here.

Last week a funny friend of mine compared Puget Sound weather to living in an abusive relationship.  Just when you think you can't stand the gloom, rain and cold a second longer, it turns so incredibly beautiful it's like the bad stuff never happened. 

We'll be home this weekend but not lolling around relaxing.  We're finally going to bite the bullet and have some work done next week in our little old shabby bedroom.  That means getting closets emptied and furniture out, then sucking up about decade worth of dust. (That would be my job.)  I've already ordered new window blinds and a coat of paint should really freshen things up.

Have a good one!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

I'm baaack!



Yes, this is the bamboo that will not die.  On the bright side, the shoots are down from broomstick size to the diameter of asparagus.  And so far, there seem to be fewer this spring, despite all the rain.


I've been compulsively snipping them out of the lawn since The Great Bamboo Removal Project of 2015. Where does the time go?  It's still too soon to declare total victory, but roots may finally be exhausted and giving up the ghost.


Oh, what a sad sight the summer of 2015, with our beautiful and terrible bamboo forest gone. I didn't think I'd ever like that part of the yard again.


But as you see, it looks nice again, privacy restored and the fence line planted with Leyland Cypress, one of the fastest growing and potentially invasive species of tree.  I guess some people never learn.  Although at my age, that's a problem I'll bequeath to the next generation.


It's that time of year to turn our attention to The Hedge.  I found this old picture and realized it hasn't looked this nice since Gerardo trimmed it in 2009.  My dear little group of blog followers has read many sagas about our adventures with hedge trimmers.


After all the drama last year, I decided to try a new company that specializes in large, problem hedges.  They use one of those fancy bucket trucks for the top, and the man said the job would take "about 3 hours."  I've seen a great deal of hedge trimmer hubris over the years, so I just smiled and nodded.

The problem is this. After many years of lazy and creative trimming, the hedge has developed a large bulge on the inside of the yard.  The only way to fix that is with radical surgery.

The same thing we did in 2014, when it was encroaching on the sidewalk. 


It looks nice again out there, but it took three full years to grow back and fill in.  And now we'll have that horrible sight on the pretty inside of the yard. I'm not happy about it.  The work is scheduled for June-- say tuned for the next chapter in the saga.


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Where Go the Boats?


Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
A way down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

"Where Go the Boats"
by Robert Lewis Stevenson







Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Spring to summer

The jungle garden


It's a beautiful morning in Seattle.  We've finally broken out of that cool, rainy weather pattern and seem to be moving directly into summer.  The forecast is dry and warm right through the Memorial Day weekend, which is pretty unusual.  The yard is filling up with rampant vegetation. Hedge, trees, vines, shrubs, roses-- everything is growing on steroids after all the rain.

Way to go, Nova

Here's another sunny morning sight. I gave Nova her first crochet lesson this weekend and she was a quick study.  Amanda said she loves it and was up early practicing.  Very pretty!

Monday, May 22, 2017

Weekend in pictures


The trailhead to the top of Patterson Mountain, a classic Methow Valley hike.  Hey, if a four-year-old can make it, so can grandpa and nana.

We had plenty of company on our wilderness experience, sharing the path with hundreds of gasping runners on a 100k endurance run.  Yes, that's 62 miles in one day.  Guess who had more fun?

After a wet spring, the wildflowers were at their peak.

Lupines

Rock flowers

Arrow leaf Balsamroot flowers
Aspen groves

Spectacular mountain views


 John made the final push to the top.  We decided not to summit with the crowds of runners.


We spread out a nice picnic instead.


Views of Patterson Lake on the long descent.

Walking through wildflower gardens.
Happy girls with ice cream treats in Winthrop.
Nova

Maya

Even time for a first crochet lesson before heading back to Seattle.  Thanks Amanda and Tom for the great weekend!