Moonshine Junkyard

 for a little while, the sun came back! perfect for ringing in the beginning of spring. i got to try out a very special new-to-me dress, which i received in a delightful surprise package from the adorable and thoughtful sanya of heart:speak .  she also included a wonderful book, a leaf pendant you'll be seeing here, and the sweetest most heartfelt card in the wide world. i felt so incredibly blessed that this little tiny space in the huge ole interweb made yet another great connection possible. our plum trees might not fruit anymore but they are full of blossoms this time of year. tiny white petals are floating down the breeze and landing on my cats' backs. we had snow on sunday and now everything has sprung back to life.  we made it through!  everybody in the household loves a glorious day outside. soon it will be time to fix up the gypsy hut again, and round up some friends for a garden party. meanwhil...

Don't worry! He's still with us. Still yelling for his supper and climbing up our shoulders. Just a lot more frail and bony than years past. BUT...I have a great story to tell about the old infamous scoundrel. A lovely local woman named Patsy Cole sometimes reads my blog. For better frame of reference she is the creative soul who threw this gorgeous wedding with all its vintage and earthy details back in May. Anyway, Patsy saw this post back in Septembe r and immediately made a startling connection. Over ten years ago, her family had lost their beloved cat Boris when they moved to Placerville from a place further out in the country. They figured he hated "town life" and had run away, and they sorely grieved his loss. He had been king of their roost and their three daughters loved him very much. When Patsy saw my post, she wondered if our "C.P" might indeed be their cat Boris?! My parents' house, where he showed up, was l...

oh sky, thank you for sending rain by the bucket full right when i needed it. i realized after my whiny post that i must be crazy. at the thrift store during the storm yesterday i heard other people claiming we've had too much rain this year, that it rained in june, july, and september.  well as for me, my dry old dusty heart was tumbled in the raintides and came out smooth. this artist's smock was another brigit gift that i've been dying to wear. the colors are my exact favorites this fall, emerald green, pumpkin and violet and needless to say, a million pockets are an absolute dream come true. i want to fill them with paintbrushes, pebbles, tea bags, acorns, bits of lace, pencils and candy corn. shiny fall roads await me. i drive up the hill and everything is gleaming and smiling and shaking off the raindrops and lifting up faces to the downpour. the pears, the blossoms, the grapevines....all so alive and refreshed like a huge barn dance of natur...