A Look Back at March 2017

Waking to the sound of rain, sometimes I wonder if spring will ever come. With the weather we’ve been having lately, it seems to have abandoned us even though the calendar says otherwise.

Perhaps that’s why I was so surprised to see a hummingbird seated on this shepherd’s crook as I passed through our bedroom the other day. He seemed to be chiding me for not having the feeder out when he was here for a visit. Soon my friend, I will sit out in the mornings, drinking my coffee, and laughing at your antics, but I won’t do that in the pouring rain.

Me and the MR enjoyed a breath of Spring Inspiration at the Seattle Home and Garden Show. The air was heavily scented with flowers, and I can’t wait to put our outdoor seating to use.

Sadly, this is not our outdoor seating–just inspiration. But a girl can dream.

Daffodils greet us with their bright cheery heads, and hyacinths are just beginning to open. On the one sunny day last week, I spent a few hours working in the garden. All this rain can’t last forever.

Maybe it’s a good thing we’ve been stuck indoors. Otherwise, we might not have noticed that certain scent that proved Life is Messy. The sink is no longer in the entry, all the holes have been filled, textured, and painted, and the exterminator gave me hope when he told me it’s only mice—that’s still not my favorite thing.

I may not be Saving the Planet, but I’m trying to make little changes that decrease my footprint. Earth Day’s coming up; it’s time to step up my game. I don’t want to leave a mess for future generations.

 

I shared with you our banner Citrus Harvest—three whole lemons this year. That’s a 50 percent increase in yield. I was feeling pretty good till we visited the MR’s cousins down in the LA-area, and their friend had trees dripping with lemons, clementines, and grapefruit. I’m just going to be content with what I have. The whole family got to enjoy the fruits of our labors with a yummy lemon pie; it was even full-sized this year. We’re getting there.

And finally, the new carpet came. It’s beautiful, soft, squishy-between-my-toes, wonderful. If you haven’t noticed, I’m rather in love. Now I promised a photo of the guest room—the one with the biggest change going from dark emerald to a lovely morning mist. This will not disappoint.

OK, maybe you’re not oohing and aahing as much as I’d like, but let’s go back a ways. Remember when it was a catch-all sewing/storage/mess?

Like those old ads from the ’70s “You’ve come a long way, baby.”

And sometimes this monthly recap is all about the stuff that didn’t make it in the blog. Like having both girls home for a few days is awesome and exhausting. Baby Girl turned 20, and Sweet Miss is planning a big move and had an exciting job interview. Me and the MR chased the sunshine to California. While it was in the 90’s the week before we arrived, the 70’s felt warm to us. And we explored most of the beach at Santa Monica before it started raining.

All and all, life is good even with holes in the wall, rain, and mice.

How was your March?

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Inspiration

I talked to Baby Girl today. She told me that while the rest of the US is experiencing a warmer than average winter, Oregon (her home) is simply average, and Washington (my home) is colder and wetter than normal? I’ve heard tell we’ve had more snow in Seattle than in Chicago this year. The MR noted that the river is flooding when he got home from work last night, and they’ve added a stoplight to where the road washed out a few weeks ago. It just doesn’t seem fair.

Maybe that’s why our visit to the Northwest Flower and Garden Show in February felt so right; we are longing for spring around here, and the smell of the flowers and beauty of the scenes took me to a happy place.

I loved the profusion of bulbs in front of this fountain. The delicate daffodils stood in sharp contrast to the square stone tower.

I don’t think we really have a good spot for a fountain, and I can imagine Cocoa frolicking in any water feature we might put in—every mudpuddle she meets calls her name—but it’s fun to dream.

Speaking of dreaming, do you think this statue would keep the deer out of the orchard?

It might be a little pricey for a few plums and apple. I did see a giant metal chicken that might scare the wildlife; it scared me.

I loved the tone-on-tone colors of many of the show gardens. hey make such a great impact when grouped together. I see a fall bulb-planting session in our future. I have a love-hate relationship with tulips. They’re beautiful and graceful, but so fragile. When me and the MR bought our first house, we watched with anticipation as the tulips came up that first spring. It took weeks, but the buds finally opened, they were beautiful. The next day we had a windstorm, and they were gone. Left with leaves and stems after all that waiting, I tend to go for heartier stuff.

The theme for this year’s show was “A Taste of Spring” so most of the gardens featured seating areas. I enjoyed the diversity of past years more when they showcased their takes on romance and America. With the beautiful view from our deck, we’re not often found in the yard. We’ve talked of a fire circle and benches down near the woods, but it’s hard to beat the sunset and view from above.

Perhaps I can gather a few ideas for the deck from this modern patio with chairs and stools and all that vibrant orange. I wouldn’t mind a little girl talk seated on those pillows.

These carvings and outdoor fireplace where stunning. It feels like they grew up out of the forest.

Between the show gardens and the plant marketplace, I was amazed to discover these beautiful cakes— skill, beauty, and imagination.

Sadly, we came home with few in the way of purchases. I was looking for kiwiberry vines to climb the chain link on the tennis court. Apparently, they grow well in Russia, so I’m figuring they’ll thrive here. I found more varieties online, so I decided to place an order.

We did find plastic risers to place under the pots on the deck. They say an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

Spring is just around the corner. I hope until then these pictures bring you a little sunshine.

What says spring to you?

(By the by, today would have been my parents 55th wedding anniversary—oops I was off by one. Make that 54—if my mom were still living. Don’t worry; we’re still keeping on eye on Dad. I hear tell he just got back from a road trip around the midwest in a camaro. Miss you mom.)

 

Learn Something New

A couple months ago, the boss was talking about a knitting technique and asked if I knew how to do it. Of course I said yes and agreed to teach a class, and then I started thinking about it. Wasn’t that the hat I made for the MR that didn’t really turn out like the pattern because I just didn’t get it? Did I really know what I was talking about?

That was the beginning of the period of brioche—not the bread, the knitting stitch. Next stop was the library where I found some books to help. Me and the MR were headed to sunny Cabo San Lucas with our extended family for a fishing trip. While the guys were out on the boat, I would have plenty of time to figure this out. After restarting the pattern five times, I realized that this was not a sit by the pool, chit-chat with your family, and sip a margarita kind of knitting project. This one needed my full attention—at least until I had the technique down.

Now, I only read part of the book before starting on my pattern, since I’m impatient that way. Nancy Marchant—brioche knitting guru—encourages knitters to drop down a needle size or two to improve the fabric. I did not. Perhaps that’s why my cowl turned into a tunic.

It’s still rather lovely, but a bit intimidating as a sample for my class. So I wrote up a cowl pattern and started making very accessible mug cozies featuring Marchant’s stitch patterns. Guess what everyone received for Christmas?

I think it’s fun to challenge yourself by learning something new, and Baby Girl wound up with a cozy cowl  in lovely alpaca as part of the bargain.

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This cowl was inspired by Nancy Marchant’s book Knitting Fresh Brioche using the S-Twist Pattern. After my fourth or fifth mug cozy, I decided the book was a must for my growing knit library. There are truly amazing, creative people out there willing to share their ideas with us; I’m so glad to be able to support them in this little way.

What have you been working lately? Learning anything new?

 

 

 

 

The Beauty of Zihuatanejo

Before Christmas, we took the girls for a long weekend in Zihuatanejo, Mexico. We’ve been to the western coast many times and decided to venture out and go somewhere new.

Zihuatanejo is further south, has less tourists, is a little quieter, and has a little more heat. We loved it.

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The MR booked a suite at the Viceroy on Playa la Ropa. The concierge gave us a tour of the property before escorting us to our room. After a day of travel the hammock looked so inviting.

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We were greeted with flower petals on the beds and fruity teas. It’s so nice to be pampered.

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The key came in a little amulet that you could wear around your neck. How many swim suits have pockets, right? Our bed was draped in fabric, and each day we had a new design in flower petals at its foot.

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The staff delivered a tray of coffee, tea, and pastries every morning. I chose to enjoy mine seated on the lounge on our patio. A full breakfast at the onsite restaurants was also included.

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We spent most of our time under the palapas enjoying frequent swims in the bath water-warm ocean. The MR booked a snorkeling cruise with Captain Moses. So one morning, we hiked out into the waves, climbed onto his boat, and spent the morning snorkeling in beautifully clear water near Manzanillo Bay (I think). We did not go to the popular Ixtapa Island snorkeling destination. It was great to be on a small boat, just the four of us, the captain and his nephew, and we encountered just one other boat at our snorkel spot.

The water was clear, the fish were plentiful, and we had a great time. On the way back, we stopped at Playa las Gatas to see “Jesus in the Water”. The King of Kings statue is a bronze statue the local people had made as a symbol of their faith and commitment. After featuring in masses around Mexico, the statue was submerged off the protected beach in 2007.

The MR ran to town one of the first days on his morning jog. He was surprised to find a market area filled with pinatas. Our concierge explained that these were part of the Los Posadas pre-Christmas celebration. People travel house to house searching for a place to stay just as Mary and Joseph did long ago (or as he put it Maria y José).

On one of our lazy beach days, me and Sweet Miss went in search of playing cards. The hotel boutique was closed, so we stopped by the front desk to see if they knew whether any were available. They didn’t have a set, but the concierge offered to stop in town and pick some up for us. The next day, down on the beach, he brought me a set of Uno cards. Now that’s service.

We did enjoy a few trips to town as a family. We tried out some of the local restaurants, we wandered through the market, and we made our way down to the boardwalk along the beach.

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Have I mentioned this was a truly lovely place? I haven’t even shown you the sunsets.

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Our last night, we enjoyed a five-course tasting menu with wine pairings for $40 a person. The exchange rate right now is amazing. 

(The MR pointed out I was wrong after this post went out. Not a first—I asked what I’d gotten wrong. Dinner was $25 per person for that tasty meal. Did I mention the exchange rate?)

Me and the MR are trying to plan another trip down there this spring. Captain Moses told us the fishing all depends on the moon. That gorgeous moon we saw in Cabo back in November wasn’t doing our fishermen any favors.

I would stay at the Viceroy in Zihuatanejo again in a heartbeat.

Where’s your favorite warm weather destination?

 

 

 

 

Highlights & Predictions

Another year has come and gone marking our fifth up here on the hill. Our house is no longer falling apart, and it’s truly become our home.

In 2016, Sweet Miss graduated from college and is living and working down in Oregon. We are quite proud of her.

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The MR took an extended leave of absence from his job, and we’ve been making the most of it traveling the globe. We’ve visited Sedona, Hawaii, Cancun, Chelan, Italy, Cabo, and Zihuatanejo.

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And you can’t forget half a dozen trips to Oregon moving the girls in and out, graduation, Dad’s Weekend, Mom’s Weekend, and visiting just because. At least the girls live less than an hour apart, so we get to see them both during our frequent visits.

While we’re not gadding about, the MR did manage to paint the upstairs, remodel the guest bathroom, and keep the grounds shipshape.guest-bath-collage

Our big purchase for the year was a dining room table to replace the 20-year-old one that was showing its age. It was wonderful to be able to have the family gathered around it at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

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I’m sure we’ll make many memories seated for years to come.

I had dreams of redoing the sewing room, sprucing up the hang out room, and replacing the stained rugs in all the bedrooms this last year. Well, it hasn’t really happened, but we have talked about shopping for carpet, so it is in the offing.

We’ve also talked about adding paths down to the meadow and the tennis court. The MR hired a brush cutter to remove an acre of blackberries. We’re definitely making some progress.

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Each year, we seem to add a few trees to the orchard and expand the kitchen garden. I’m hoping to harvest more fruit than the deer and raccoons this season.

Baby Girls has plans to study abroad during the summer, so me and the MR may truly experience the empty nest. We enjoy the joy and excitement that young people bring to our home, but we also like our quiet evenings just the two of us.

As far as the blog goes, I’m going to try to be more consistent—I know I’ve said that before. Perhaps I’ll drop down to twice a week or bring back Wordless Wednesdays. Don’t worry; I won’t totally disappear without warning.

Hoping your new year is filled with wonder. Who knows what will happen just around the corner?