The season of longing
for home....
and the twirling, whirling dance of leaves
falling.......
....the earthy, nutty smell of the woods.
Long, winding drives over hills and through quaint towns
where houses have such different character...
and a story.
Pies baking and plaid flannel shirts donned.
How I miss.........all this........
and more.
A sorrowful goodbye
 
A month ago we put our girl to rest.
I will simply say that there were
complications after surgery to remove
a nasty bladder stone.
 
I have never tried so hard to turn the
course in all my days.
 
This gentle gaze I captured
on her last full day with us
after telling her I was so sorry
still breaks my heart.
 
She was a rascally kitten
born of feral parents
Rather aloof
never purred
did not like to be petted...
destroyed computer
and phone cords...
 
but I loved her.
 
 
On the day before her last
I set her favorite toy
since she was a kitten
in front of her...
and she just stared at it
as if remembering better days.
 
We buried her wrapped in a blanket
with her piggy.
 
 
 
Everly Reese MacAlasdair
 
 
Hello my friends.
Too many months have passed
and every moment was filled to the brim it seems.
As I began writing July (23 days ago, no less!)
I took a deep breathe as I realized 1/2 of 2014 was but a memory.
 
I sincerely hope this first part of the year
was kind to you
and that the next almost half year
will be incredible.
In a GOOD way.
 
The girl above is a custom by Mariuka (Andreea)
and her hair was a work of art by
Kathi (Kathiminikatie on flickr).
 
When I asked Kathi to do this re-root last year,
I told her I was hoping for something as
stunning as the locks of my DIL.
Well, she delivered. 
 
This hair is just so beautiful.
And perfect for this girl.
 
I still enjoy the hobby of taking photographs
of the dolls that come..
the dolls I create...
My customs - Snow & Marin
 
and sometimes our sweet Luli girl..
Our Maltese that is 3 1/2 years old now.
 
fast iphone capture
OR,
 
Maybe discover an unexpected visitor...
 
Just last week...
THIS rascal was captured enjoying the
fallen figs....after jumping over
the very high concrete wall
that encloses the back yard!
 
 
 
Let's just call him Wylie Coyote.
 
You might recall a post a few years ago
 
Well, now it seems they are unafraid
of visiting in the middle of the day!
 
THAT is how good the figs are it seems.
Even as I stood at the window with my iphone
snapping away
She was not even remotely afraid.
 
There is always the brilliant blue sky
with the rare appearance of puffy clouds
that remind me of hearts
 
and an early morning at our park
with the intention of capturing the sunrise
 
so I guess what I am sharing
is that my only art form these days
comes from behind the camera.
either the Canon
or the iphone.
 
I dream of days spent with paints
and pencils and papers again...
but for now it remains just that..
a dream.
 
Thank you for visiting and now I am off
to visit many of YOU!