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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Taking a break
Hello to any readers! I am taking a break of undetermined duration, away from this blog. Please come visit me on my new art-related blog at http://starshrines.wordpress.com. Take care!
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friend, French
We are moving back to Minnesota in two days. Dave, Opie and I will load up the cars and caravan (can there be a caravan of two?) across Idaho, Montana, N. Dakota and Minnesota. I am homesick for MN, but these last few weeks I've been mulling over what I will miss in Boise. The weather, climate, scenery (I really love the changing colors of the foothills), some friends, some shops, some restaurants. Our cozy house and its backyard.
Most of all, I will miss our neighbor's cat. He befriended us sometime last fall, and now a day doesn't go by that he doesn't cross the street, sit on our steps, and get petted by us. I only know the neighbor by sight so we don't know the cat's name, but we nicknamed him French, and that's what we've been calling him. I had a odd, short dream a while back, that I was talking to our neighbor and she said his name was French. This neighbor has several cats, and the others just sit on her front steps, but French is one of the cats who wander far and try to rule the block. There are several other neighborhood cats who are friendly, and will occasionally stop by to get a pet or two. Just last week we took a walk and spotted no less than eight kitties within a few blocks of our house.
French though, stays and hangs out with us when we're out in the yard. Opie, likes to go outside too, but usually only in the evenings, and only for short stretches of time - usually a half hour, and sometimes only for a few minutes. He pretty much stays within the yard too. When they encounter each other, they keep a short distance, French just staring, and Opie meowing a little. I wouldn't say they like each other, but they seem to tolerate each other.
Last Saturday we had a garage sale, and French stayed around most of the 8-4 day. He ran around by my feet as I set up the tables, purred at and charmed the customers, and took naps in the shade. I couldn't have asked for more amiable company!
Most of all, I will miss our neighbor's cat. He befriended us sometime last fall, and now a day doesn't go by that he doesn't cross the street, sit on our steps, and get petted by us. I only know the neighbor by sight so we don't know the cat's name, but we nicknamed him French, and that's what we've been calling him. I had a odd, short dream a while back, that I was talking to our neighbor and she said his name was French. This neighbor has several cats, and the others just sit on her front steps, but French is one of the cats who wander far and try to rule the block. There are several other neighborhood cats who are friendly, and will occasionally stop by to get a pet or two. Just last week we took a walk and spotted no less than eight kitties within a few blocks of our house.
French though, stays and hangs out with us when we're out in the yard. Opie, likes to go outside too, but usually only in the evenings, and only for short stretches of time - usually a half hour, and sometimes only for a few minutes. He pretty much stays within the yard too. When they encounter each other, they keep a short distance, French just staring, and Opie meowing a little. I wouldn't say they like each other, but they seem to tolerate each other.
Last Saturday we had a garage sale, and French stayed around most of the 8-4 day. He ran around by my feet as I set up the tables, purred at and charmed the customers, and took naps in the shade. I couldn't have asked for more amiable company!
Sunday, June 1, 2008
All Rosy
Right now, it seems all the roses in Boise are blooming. There are four bushes at the house we're renting: minature peachy-white, small red, medium red with orange centers, and large, deep, red blooms. Two posts ago I said I'd rather smell a peony than a rose, but I must say, I'd never say no to smelling a rose. Especially this one!
This photo makes it look pinkish, but in real life, it's a deep, velvety red, and has a powdery smell. It makes me think of a Victorian lady, sitting at a dressing table, applying this scent with a big, fluffy powder-puff.
I have a book titled Rose Recipes From Olden Times; and the following is a recipe for Rose Water:
Some do put rose water in a glass and they put roses with their dew thereto and they make it to boile in water, then they set it in the sune tyll it be readde and this water is beste. Also drye roses put to the nose to smell do comforte the braine and the harte and quencheth sprites.
Askham's Herbal, 1550
Monday, May 26, 2008
Old-new posts
I just went back and re-posted/re-created my old posts that I had taken down last summer. In an impulsive mood of frustration I took everything off the blog. Then I started it up again in December. For the sake of continuity, I thought I'd put all the pieces back together.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Pre-Summer Pretty in Pink
It feels a lot like summer here. Spring semester has ended at Boise State University, where I work, and our office is pretty quiet. On Wednesday I saw these lovely pink flowers growing on the campus grounds:
I don't know what they are called, but they look like some kind of ground cover, and are about 6-8 inches high. The flowers themselves are about 1-2 inches in diameter.
Also, other than the 90 degree temperatures we had last weekend, what really made me think is was summer was seeing these blooming:
PEONIES!
I would rather smell a peony than a rose.
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