Posts from the ‘Front Porch Musings’ category

Balance

Balance…it can be an elusive thing.

I often think I have balance in my life…work I love, my pet-family, my peaceful life mostly removed from the grit of the world.

I step into the world online and am both intrigued and abhorred.

I regularly delete my links to news and websites vowing to stay in a place of light, love, thoughtfulness, kindness, respect and trust: Balance

Last night I chased the moonrise…

I was early.

But the waning daylight lit the snow covered mountain tops so my “chase” was not in vain.

And I returned to the warm light of home…. Balance.

tidbits, cont’d.

It poured rain the whole live long day.

My work week was very productive, very frustrating, fun…and I’m glad it is over until Monday :)!

The woods on this rainy day was so beautiful. I walked through it when out with Bear and wished I could take photos of the rain drops on the dripping moss, the bark of the Aspen, the neon green of the lichen against the black of the decaying tree stumps… It is raining too hard to take the camera into the woods.

Watching Bear in the rain…he starts out slow with his ears down…then gets interested in his usual spots and forgets about the rain…until suddenly he is just too wet – a nose to tail tip violent shake and then a run for the door and inside. He seemed mystified that the squirrels were not in their usual places. I tried to tell him that they were in their hidey-holes warm and dry.

Bob…he spent some time outside as well even though I had heat on in his end of the house, fleece blankies scattered around…

Now, rain on the roof, against the kitchen light tube and on the floor near me…the roof leak(s) that has (have!) existed since I’ve been here despite my and several other’s inspection of the roof. This little house needs a new roof…maybe next year.

Time to call it a day. Bear and I have had our last outing and he has gone to bed. Bob waits for me. The kettle is on for a bedtime brew.

Friday House

Friday…

… the light

…warm on the wood and the colors of this house.

and in the woods.

Late afternoon. A good week. Light and feel of Fall. Friday House.

Saturday, to town

Returning from the Saturday morning trip to town.

Still smoky.

Getting warm.

Bear with me.

We stopped at the river for a walk on the way.

Starting to get warm – 65F!

To town and back.

Groceries gathered.

Plans for cooking.

Plans for relaxing.

Plans for just being.

Before bed

Zack
Gus
Bob
Karl
Bear

My boys…all on my mind and in my heart this evening before bed.

Bob is in the bedroom, on the bed waiting for me.

Bear is at my feet, out last walk taken as the sun was low. He is doing so well on the short long line unleashed. He is with me all day and sleeps in the living room, but I can hear him as we are separated by only a gate.

All of them, the boys, they and I lived/live in a rhythm of our own.

This day: we narrowed the “plumbing” problem to the cold water feed to the washer. Hopefully only a plugged filter – I’ll pull all apart on the weekend.

Walks with Bear.

Time with Bob.

Work.

A dinner of chicken with a rub of almonds, 5 spice powder and garlic…and a cherry sauce.

More cherries pitted, sugared and mixed with basil for cherry basil soda syrup.

Broa dough mixed for morning “English” muffins.

Dishes done.

Night falls as I write this post that only I will see for some time. I am happy to be writing for myself for this time.

I miss Zack, Gus and Karl.

I read for a bit before mixing the dough…of Julia Child.

Peace. It is nearly dark.

I am comforted by Bob and Bear…this evening, before bed.