true love

Walking

Walking with him is still one my favorite things.

 

My intention was to the spend the weekend in my studio working on Mireio. This week is packed with non-work related events and I knew that I should probably work on the new travel pillows and re-stock a few items in light of that. However, when IZ looked at me Saturday morning and said, “You know, we could go walk by the river front this morning. . . ” I jumped into my clothes and was out the door without a backward glance.

And I don’t think I stepped foot in the studio all weekend. Boy am I going to pay for that!

But it was worth it, despite the muscles I didn’t know I had screaming at me today. We walked for hours, all over the town. Hiking hills and breathing in the muggy air. I love muggy and warm. It makes me happy. It also makes me feel like I can do anything.

We’ve always walked together. It’s like therapy, I think. We talk and connect and find common ground beneath our feet. And I should warn you, we totally plotted world domination on Saturday.

So, now I’m in the studio. Looking at the mess I left  on Friday and smiling. I don’t regret a thing.  

In Photos: 22 Years Together

Celebrating 22 years with this guy! 

Interviewing IZ: A Reluctant Candidate

 

Hey folks. . . I’ve been under the weather this week. But I thought you’d like to see this short video. Someone should probably take the video camera away from me.  (for those of you who are hitting the home page and not the direct link, click on the title for the video player to load.) 

Filling Holes

The new Cherry tree in the Azalea garden. It blooms a very pretty pink. 

 

Monday posts always remind me of going back to school and writing the “What I did on my summer vacation” essay. Right? That little ritual of remembering and sharing. . . and each Monday I face this blog and think, “What DID I do this weekend?”

Usually, whatever it is I’m doing, I forget to bring the camera along. But today there are a few photos of my finished work. We’ve had astounding weather (perfection for the opening day of the Astoria Sunday Market) and we spent the majority of time working in the yard. 

I attempted to pull grass out of the azalea beds. No easy task, friends. Grass, while I can never get it grow like it should in my lawn, thrives where it is unwanted! And removing it is a beastly job. I wish I had some clever trick to tell you how to do it best, but honestly, it’s just hard labor. Lots and lots of pulling.

We also removed a dying azalea from the garden. I say, we, because I supervised. IZ decided it left too much of hole in the front planter, so we went in search of the perfect replacement. It’s not an easy task, when the other plants in the garden are so well established. Most azaleas sold in these parts are in small gallon containers, and it will be an easy 5-10 years before they mature to the size of the rest of the stand. So, we opted to put in something different.

Besides, does the Pacific Northwest need ONE more azalea bush? I don’t think so.

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