I used to love to take photos of our pumpkins aging. This is the first year that we haven't had a pumpkin so it is special for me to see yours. Thank you.
I just enlarged your tiny photo. It's adorable. You would love my bird/squirrel/chipmunk feeding station. I can't get good photos because the jays sound the alarm every time they see me with a camera attached to my face.
Thanks! That is one of the cats-next-door, Dash. He lives most of the time in our backyard. I've been photographing him since he and his sister, Dot, were old enough to emerge from underneath the back porch where they were born. I wanted that photo so much. I had the birdhouse on our stone fence and lived in hope that one day one of them would sit close by. And he was good enough to oblige when he was about two years old. Good things come to those who wait? Anyway, I have a deal with all our backyard critters: I'll keep putting food out if they will pose. It's worked pretty well, although the Blue Jays really do play hardest to get. You are right, I would love to see your feeding station
Welcome to Oma's world: a hermitage set on a pristine lake, nestled in mountains, surrounded by trees and inhabited by Oma, Kenya (her own dog) and the dogs she looks after.
In Oma's world there is time to see, really see, the natural landscape as it changes. When she is not outside with the dogs, Oma reads, writes and watches films. She has also returned to a lost hobby, knitting, tried pottery and felting with very limited success, and produced a great deal of funky furniture over the past year or so. She also teaches occasionally at a local language school.
Since moving to the hermitage she has discovered the secret to raising healthy house plants. They have to love their environment. We all do if we are to lead happy productive lives.
This summer she tried her hand at creating a garden, and has been consumed by it to the exclusion of most other occupations.
... a woman who has been many women and will likely continue to metamorphose right til the end ...
I have been a mother, a grandmother, a writer, a teacher, a traveler, a nomad,a hermit, a dog sitter, and a sporadic folk artist wannabe. Right now I am also a tiny-time-chef and caterer. Who knows where my travels will lead me as I travel down the final stretch of life's road?
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I used to love to take photos of our pumpkins aging. This is the first year that we haven't had a pumpkin so it is special for me to see yours. Thank you.
You are welcome. The pleasure was all mine.
BTW Colleen,
I just enlarged your tiny photo. It's adorable. You would love my bird/squirrel/chipmunk feeding station. I can't get good photos because the jays sound the alarm every time they see me with a camera attached to my face.
Thanks! That is one of the cats-next-door, Dash. He lives most of the time in our backyard. I've been photographing him since he and his sister, Dot, were old enough to emerge from underneath the back porch where they were born. I wanted that photo so much. I had the birdhouse on our stone fence and lived in hope that one day one of them would sit close by. And he was good enough to oblige when he was about two years old. Good things come to those who wait? Anyway, I have a deal with all our backyard critters: I'll keep putting food out if they will pose. It's worked pretty well, although the Blue Jays really do play hardest to get. You are right, I would love to see your feeding station
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