Look what I found in my garden. I was taking the recycling container out to the street the other day when I spotted these beautiful mushrooms. I grabbed a large trash bag and got on it so I could get these up close and personal shots. Shortly afterward I was sitting out back waiting while Zero (my daughter's Beagle dog) was taking care of business when a story started forming in my mind. Inspired by mushrooms growing in the garden, I wrote a piece of "Knit Fiction" and have posted it this morning in case anyone would enjoy it.
Ernesto arrived here Saturday morning at about 8:30 a.m. with light sprinkles which quickly became heavy rain. It continued to rain all day and evening, and into Sunday. My husband tells me we received two-and-three-quarter inches of rain ... nothing to even start thinking of complaining about. Of course, I never complain about rain anyway. I was thirsty for rain and moisture after living in Los Angeles for thirty six years; a misplaced soul was I. The climate here is proving to be the climate I dreamed of for many, many years. So, for me the rainy weekend was completely delicious and comforting.
We were scheduled to go to a fireworks extravaganza on Saturday at a country village and museum about an hour away from here. They had to reschedule because of Ernesto, of course, so we went Monday instead. It was still overcast and cold, but it never rained on us. And I have to say, when the people promoting that even decided to refer to it as an "extravaganza" they were not misusing the word. I would go so far as to say it was a spectacular extravaganza. The entire day was scrumptious in so many ways. I got to walk hand in hand with my husband as he showed me the array of village buildings ... some dating back to the 1700's. There were many photo ops; I've yet to have a look at the shots but I think there is some pretty good material there. His sister and her husband joined us later in the afternoon ... they are lovely people and we always fun together the four of us. When it was time, we made our way up a hill to the "staging area" for the fireworks show. There were food and drink booths; nostalgic music was playing and everywhere in this large meadow people were just having fun ... wholesome, good-natured fun. I haven't had a Starbucks since I left Los Angeles, and there was a Starbucks booth so I had a couple of cups of decaf with my husband. We also had frozen custard sundaes and generally had a grand old time of it.
I made a good deal of progress on my husband's hand knit Christmas stocking this weekend, as well as on the lavendar scarf I am knitting in a basketweave stitch. Photos will follow later, because I am on a deadline right now to get a print ad ready for a client ... so I have to run.
Hope your day has at least one expected treasure waiting for you.
~firefly
Look what I found in my garden. I was taking the recycling container out to the street the other day when I spotted these beautiful mushrooms. I grabbed a large trash bag and got on it so I could get these up close and personal shots. Shortly afterward I was sitting out back waiting while Zero (my daughter's Beagle dog) was taking care of business when a story started forming in my mind. Inspired by mushrooms growing in the garden, I wrote a piece of "Knit Fiction" and have posted it this morning in case anyone would enjoy it.
Ernesto arrived here Saturday morning at about 8:30 a.m. with light sprinkles which quickly became heavy rain. It continued to rain all day and evening, and into Sunday. My husband tells me we received two-and-three-quarter inches of rain ... nothing to even start thinking of complaining about. Of course, I never complain about rain anyway. I was thirsty for rain and moisture after living in Los Angeles for thirty six years; a misplaced soul was I. The climate here is proving to be the climate I dreamed of for many, many years. So, for me the rainy weekend was completely delicious and comforting.
We were scheduled to go to a fireworks extravaganza on Saturday at a country village and museum about an hour away from here. They had to reschedule because of Ernesto, of course, so we went Monday instead. It was still overcast and cold, but it never rained on us. And I have to say, when the people promoting that even decided to refer to it as an "extravaganza" they were not misusing the word. I would go so far as to say it was a spectacular extravaganza. The entire day was scrumptious in so many ways. I got to walk hand in hand with my husband as he showed me the array of village buildings ... some dating back to the 1700's. There were many photo ops; I've yet to have a look at the shots but I think there is some pretty good material there. His sister and her husband joined us later in the afternoon ... they are lovely people and we always fun together the four of us. 
When it was time, we made our way up a hill to the "staging area" for the fireworks show. There were food and drink booths; nostalgic music was playing and everywhere in this large meadow people were just having fun ... wholesome, good-natured fun. I haven't had a Starbucks since I left Los Angeles, and there was a Starbucks booth so I had a couple of cups of decaf with my husband. We also had frozen custard sundaes and generally had a grand old time of it.
I made a good deal of progress on my husband's hand knit Christmas stocking this weekend, as well as on the lavendar scarf I am knitting in a basketweave stitch. Photos will follow later, because I am on a deadline right now to get a print ad ready for a client ... so I have to run.
Hope your day has at least one expected treasure waiting for you.
~firefly