Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Camping is so different here than camping in the south… those hot-hot-super-hot and humid camping summer days are over—so here we are now... camping on the top of the world!




This time, we chose a campground at an elevation of 3,900 feet on the south fork of a wild, icy river… in a place where it is always cold at all hours, where deers and bears roam the land as freely as they can be, and travelers only pass by on the way to somewhere else.




A place where fishermen are willing to lose their soul for a trout or two! 


For hours and hours waiting for the fish to bite… while I play... "or wait for wind to fly a kite. Or wait around for Friday night or wait perhaps for our Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.” (Dr. Seuss)


If you want to live the gypsy life, then this is it.  No toilets no shower no electricity no computer no Ipod no phone!  You just do with what you have and what you don’t have.  You sit and listen to the wind tell stories, you put your feet in frigid river waters and wait until you think you are a mermaid of some undefinable realm.  You dream, you play, you hear the songs of the wild, and fancy yourself walking in the world of pixies and hobgoblins.  You walk under purple glowing sky, you eat potatoes you eat whatever you can find, and then, at night, you cuddle under warm blankets and snuggle tightly by that dear funny lover of all your life, as if tomorrow will never come… then you go to sleep believing everything will exceed the previous day... comes the following morning. 










Saturday, June 2, 2018

Bookcase - plant holder

This winter, I found a 'beautiful to me' small bookcase at one of our local thrift stores that, you could tell it was the creation of some artistic soul out there—unique, and kind of vintage looking.  I immediately felt in love with it, but I didn't need it, and because I’m really struggling to become a minimalist, I didn't get it then.  I went home, however, and kept wishing I had bought it, but when I went back looking for it, it was already gone.  What an astounding surprise it was seeing it again some months later, at the same store!  Someone must had bought it and brought it back I guess, and this time, I didn't even have to think twice before snatching off the tag and claiming it mine.  It was mean to be mine for sure!


It will be my plant station under the eastern windows this winter, where the sun hits the strongest and more precious around 5:00pm...



...but for now it's holding an array of things I love...






Super cute, 
Don't you just think so!