Hiya friends and family. I’m taking the last few days of April off. Not actually off, just off the internet. I have X,Y & Z posts lined up to automatically publish over the next three days. I will be back to catch up on any comments that I miss on social media on CORRECTION!!!!! MAY 1st. I’ll leave you with this slide show. Photos taken with my phone yesterday. Peace Out, Patti
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Sunset fire with pelicans heading home on Half-Moon Bay, Westport, WA
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We have water! The little waterfall is flowing and Greg (neighbor friend) also put in a head that sprays a bell-shape of water in the pond. He has been placing beautiful chunks of petrified wood to camouflage the edge of the pond. I hope to do the plantings tomorrow. The sound of flowing water is so wonderful! Greg will work on lighting soon, although I have some pretty little metal tea light holders that I’m going to add tomorrow. We have a long way to go, but getting the water flowing was a great motivator :>)
I’ve done some book reviews on Goodreads here and Amazon here. I posted a lengthy response on Georgia’s blog about JK Rowling using a male name for her latest book here. I’ve also been active on Facebook here. I did a word cloud challenge from Zoe’s site here. The result, below, was written with ONLY the words from a specific “cloud” of words:
Stolen Breath
I swear, at present, I know fifteen ladies,
been living on the run, on the road, for years.
Not trying for truth or gods,
but breath.
Maybe you believe there was a stolen car,
a robbed bank,
but you would be at fault; wrong!
Truth is, maybe fifteen ladies
had a chap that robbed that breath…
Patti
What haven’t I done? You would ask! I haven’t worked on the memoir, or the postcards book. I haven’t posted my new features for writers and caregivers. I’ve written the first couple of them and they sit and wait for me in the drafts folder. I just seem a little emotionally hungover from August and, well, stalled.
So there you have it. Hope you stop in and say hi, maybe tell me what you’ve been up to. Tamed any lions lately?
Patti
Pirate Ship Kite Sailing In The Blue Sky!
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Butterfly Kite
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Labor day weekend cruise down the beach. A lot of happy beach visitors building sand castles, flying kites, playing in the water and picnicking. We stayed long enough to look for a few agates, and it was hard not to smile at all the folks enjoying the sun and surf and each other! Sorry about the spots on these photos. My camera has issues that I need to deal with, but keep putting off.
The fence is lined with garden plants and treasures, waiting to be placed in the secret garden.
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I wish I had the real before photo…dead truck, huge pile of bark, old boat. Westport is built on a sand spit, so sand is the base of this new garden. We will plant tall greenery along fences and on each side of arch, to make it more private.
The arch will be moved to the right, once we get a load of soil. Those are my old metal mop buckets that I painted purple.
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This is not my property, but I have not had a garden in over 4 years and I got tired of waiting. I still have no idea where I will land permanently, and maybe I won’t. Maybe I will be a beach gypsy who wanders forever. But, damn, I needed a garden, needed to see my pond and plants and garden treasures.
This is taken from the end of my porch…so just imagine when it is filled with plants and flowers and the pond fountain is going…ahhh.
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When I say goodbye to this little secret garden, it won’t be because of a life crisis, (like my last 2 gardens) it will be because I’m off traveling and exploring, or maybe I find a permanent landing spot. For now, I will love love love stepping off my porch into this little piece of heaven.
The little wall goes up. Pouring form for 4′ waterfall in next few days.
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And not a drop of this has anything to do with writing. I had to take a detour before delving back into the memoir series.
Thanks for stopping by, it is always nice to hear from you!
Patti
Dead Phone Booth, Westport, WA
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Do you have any phone booth memories? I took this photo in Westport, WA a few days ago and it actually made me sad to see this moldy decrepit phone booth. It is one more ending of things that we have grown used to in our lives. Remember the fad in the 70’s; college kids stuffing themselves into a phone booth? How about all the books and movies with phone booths as props, or even as main characters? RIP phone booths everywhere, I’ll miss you.
Speaking of missing…I have barely been online for the last few days and I miss you all! You have become part of my routine since late March and it was tough being away. I’ve spent the time well, saying goodbye to another loved place. I’ve been doing hard labor, with the help of two friends. We’ve been moving what was left of my garden from the home that my late husband and I shared.
As most of you know, I ran away from home over 3 years ago. We had a beautiful yard and garden when Paul was diagnosed with leukemia in July 2009. We had a load of fresh topsoil and were beginning to remove the grass and fill the yard with trails and flowers. We had healed in some of the perennials. There is now a huge tree in their place. Grass and thistles 3-4 feet high. Three saplings grow in my raised bed garden. Much of our yard art was stolen. Over 4 years of abandonment.
The first day was mainly clearing paths and discovering what was left to salvage. Elephant bamboo, blackberries, and ivy were taking over and the grape arbor was completely hidden. It took a chain saw to get to the pond and my shade garden in the back corner, where I had been making a memorial garden for my husband’s late wife. She was a wonderful person who died of cancer in the mid-80’s; I wanted Paul and his adult children to have a special place to “visit” her. I almost cried when I found a tiny yellow plant that smells delicious. It survived! My wild ginger still struggled on, my mondo grass and a hosta. It was like finding treasure in a sunken ship, while mourning the loss of the ship and some of the passengers.
Everything we salvaged went to a friend’s house, where I am building a new garden. I live in my little Maggie home on the property, so it isn’t my land, but I will be outside creating a magical space, and I will enjoy it until I settle into a home of my own. So much was lost, yet I can take what’s left and make a spot of beauty near my beach.
August is a difficult month and I hope this garden project will make it easier; hard work usually does. Paul was born in August and he died in August, 11 days before his birthday. We celebrated our anniversary of meeting again in August. His memorial was also in August. The bright side shines too. Ever since I ran away to the beach and met Mermaid Carol, she hovers over me in August, taking tender care of me. One of my best friend’s, Gwen, was born in August, and last, but in no way least, I gave birth to a wonderful red-headed boy 24 years ago in August.
Here’s hoping that the sun shines on the best side of your life this month:>)
Patti
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