Wednesday, September 26, 2012

The First Week End of Fall




Cooler air, gentle breezes and a few clouds.  Perfect.  The flowers beds seem to enjoy the change in the weather.  The color in the garden is magnificent.  All the flowers that are still blooming are so beautiful just before it is time to call it quits.  Have to get some mulching hay and decide which plants to prune and cover in the next month.  Some succulents will be re potted and come indoors until spring some will have to be replanted in safer less wind exposed places and a few will move with the potted roses to the side of the house.  The cycle of life...who stays, who goes.   

Small progress is being made in the storing food department.  So many apples so little time.  Am taking bushels to the soup kitchen and food pantry.  Wild horses get some and of course the neighbors. Still there is apple sauce and apple butter to be made and apple slices to pare and freeze.  I often think of my great-grandmother Hattie at this time of year.  I've mentioned her here before,  a hard-working farm woman.  Managed her family and life with skill.  Found time to be a mid-wife to neighbors.  Every fall she, like so many farm wives, prepared food to get the family through the harsh winter that was to be theirs on their Spanish Fork (Utah) farm. 

Yesterday we had new Mustang visitors:





Another small band of bachelors.  I don't know if they have been chased off by stronger stallions or if their herds were rounded up for auction in Fallon - some Mustangs always escape the helicopter round-up.  Several are very young.  Many had bite marks on their hides.  Life is not easy for these guys.  They gorged on apples and the sage brush blossoms.  They are very wild and stampeded off if I or the handy man move too quickly in the garden.  Still they are curious about these humans and the three dogs that follow us around the garden. 

The dogs don't bark until the horses eat apples.  Then all hell breaks loose.  They think those apples are doggy treats.   They hate sharing.  

Time to get another cup of coffee and organize the day.  Hoping your is peaceful.  




Monday, September 24, 2012

Autumn Harvesting by a High Desert Hobby Farmer


Yesterday three people (my cousin, a friend and me) spent hours harvesting apples, tart cherries and peaches from the trees in the yard.  My hat is off to real farmers and their family.  I humbly salute all of you!  I have one peach tree, several cherry trees but the only one bearing fruit in the early fall, an apricot tree, a small raised container for strawberries and two apple trees.   This morning my aching joints and tired muscles are so thankful that the apricots are not yet ripe.  The garage and kitchen are now full of fruit that needs to be canned, juiced, jammed or frozen.  I'll bag some of this produce and take it to the food pantry later today.  Still there is much cooking to be done.  

Coxing food from the earth is gratifying work.  Thank you farmers of America!  What a hard job.  One I doubt many if not most of us give much thought to that on any given day.  I don't have to hire farm hands to pick acres of produce and then get the bounty to market. 


The flower garden is also demanding my attention.  There are 37 roses bushes that were planted by some other soul.  Now I find myself the unwitting steward of this plot of land.  Time to stop fertilizing and reduce the watering.  I'm not sad to stop the endless deadheading.  I think we will have one more bloom in early October, then I will prune.  Containers will need to be moved close to the house,  in-ground plants will be tidied and mulched with hay.  The plants and I begin the slow preparation for the winter that lies just a few months away from us.  Once again, I love the crisp aroma of autumn in the air but I also already miss summer.  


 




Monday, September 17, 2012

Wild about Wild Mustangs

Winter a Wild Mustang

 My life, when not caring for my aged mother, has become wrapped up into several tidy little packages:  the treatment of wild horses, learning about the ups and downs of free range chickens and getting myself involved in a local food bank.  I am particularly concerned about hungry children.  So am learning to volunteer in my new neighborhood.

First, take a look at the you tube video by a 12 year old girl, Brigit, from Texas.  She did a great job of explaining the complex issues around mustangs and management of same.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLoBQmNtm9U&feature=youtu.be


Now ~ the Mustangs that frequent my front yard and it's apple trees.  I've come to know three bachelors:  Winter, Marco and Sarge.  These are gentle, steady guys.  They sleep in the shade of trees behind my gate,  now allow me to gently brush them and they eat all the dropped apples my two trees can provided.  Am thinking about adopting them.  They are sturdy little horses, with strong legs, calm with very sane minds...if you've ever had a nervous horse you understand the distinction.  Here are a few of their photos:


Sarge (because he is a little bossy and reminds me of the cavalry horses of the wild west)


Sarge and Winter cleaning up the dropped apples


Marco the baby of the group


Sarge taking a nap



Sarge helping himselft to leaves and apples.


As for the chicks...got love fresh eggs.  Taste like no other!  The down side,  chicks in Nevada peck at ankles just as hard as in other States...booo!

Lastly September is National Hunger Month.  No one in this country should go to bed truly hungry, most especially the children.  Just think about it.  Better yet, join a soup kitchen, help at a community pantry, drop off a can of food at a food drive.


That's all for now.  Adios.  Via con Dios!


                                                                            ttfn













Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Mustangs Visiting the Fence Line....

The fenced -yard has turned the garden into a zoo for humans.  This is one of four small herds that visit during the early morning.   They stop to enjoy the salt lick, carrots and apples and stare of the dogs and me.  One of the mares allowed me to touch her filly as her youngster stood by the fence carefully eyeing the dogs.  Then as suddenly as they appear they continue on their journey down the dusty trail just beyond the fence.  We see them here staring in perhaps once a week.  Occasionally they come by after dark but I rarely venture to the fence line at night as the tarantulas are out on their nightly hunt.  Those huge hairy spiders are not poisonous (in these parts at least) but the sting hurts like heck.  At night the humans and dogs listen to the nickering from the safety of our house-zoo...





Monday, August 27, 2012

White on White....Times Two


Simone meditates in the garden...the evening breeze is the only distraction...


Saturday, August 25, 2012

Nearing the end of summer

We are in the last weeks of summer.  Enjoying puttering in the garden in the cool of the morning.








Tuesday, August 21, 2012

More on the wild horse...

 "God forbid that I should go to any heaven in which there are no horses"  ~ RB Cunningham-Graham



Not all the mustangs in this area fare well.  The two in the photo above are part of a herd of five.  One can count every rib on each horse.  Their bodies are covered with scars and small sores.   We humans are living all over the space that use to be the  domain of wild creatures.  That is what we've done since realizing that we could stand and move about freely.   The West, like the mid-west is suffering from unrelenting drought.  It adds to the burden of this long-suffering creatures.

Rescue is not necessarily the answer.  Take a look of this site from one of Willie Nelson's charitable foundations:  http://willienelsonpri.com/animal-rights/6107/captured-nevada-mustangs-suffer-pigeon-fever.htm

Many horse people try to help by putting out salt licks, hay bales, grass clippings and so on.  Some small herds thrive and others do not.  Rain would help as well.  I don't think the humans are going to leave.  The fate of the mustang is fragile at best.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012



Moved again and as it has been 8 months since the last post it seems I forgot to mention it.  :(  

The sweet green country that is the Northwest is no longer home.  Now I reside in the high desert of Nevada.  A far cry from sea level of the last home, we reside in a desert home at 4700 feet of elevation. Nothing is or looks the same.  Still I like this new environment.  I also forgot to mention that I retired.  So much has changed.  

My youngest son married in March on St. Patrick's day.  It was a wonderful wedding.  A photo or two will eventually be posted.  The eldest son returned from China and has now returned. 

My parent is living with me.  She is slowly losing her memory.  She sleeps all day and watches FOX news all night.   She can not follow a plot so reading a book is impossible but her command of individual words remains intact so she is able to win at Scrabble and Words with Friends.

I do a bit of long distance consulting, continue with violin,  garden and am picking up photography again.   

This house is on the edge of a wilderness.  The country is experiencing a severe drought.  My gardens are nourished with a careful drip irrigation.  Have started a compost pile as the soil is poor and the plants need all the help they can get.  We are surrounded by wild life.  Several herds of mustangs stroll down the street at all times of the day and night.  Coyotes, snakes, birds of prey, lizards and others visit daily.  Most are driven down the canyon by the persistent drought. Wild rabbits haunt the garden whenever there is an opportunity to grab a quick take-out meal.  The herbs are not touched but the veggies are now a mere memory.

In case anyone thinks I died...the answer is Not Yet!  The journey continues.....

Sunday, January 15, 2012

The Nightingale Diaries

Happy New Year to all in the Cyber Village! 
It has been awhile.  I have not a single excuse - have just been doing life.  Autumn came and went.  The Holidays were joyous and full of family and friends.  Winter on the Sound has been pretty calm so far.    This week end we had a dusting of snow in my neighborhood but some surrounding areas received an inch or two.  Probably provides a chuckle to neighbors in Alaska, the Rockies and back East…they are busy with an onslaught of snow, not just a dusting.  The Long Dark is still upon the land but I notice that the sunset is a tiny bit later than last month and that is always a simple pleasure.
I’ve made a New Year’s resolution.  Have been giving some thought to retiring in a year or two.  Who knows for sure…could be working for years to come but on the happy off chance that I do not have to have to continue to work, I thought I would introduce you to some of the many lovely people I’ve know / work with the Nursing profession.  I wrote out a list of about 15 questions.  Each volunteer hears and responds to the same list.  The answers are both similar and different.  I hope you will enjoy meeting these men and women.  My "A" goal is to give a face and voice to the health care professionals in Long Term.The "B" goal is to write one interview a week for 50 weeks.  Here is the first installment of the “Nightingale Diaries”:

                                                                                  

Meet Jenn:
Jenn is a young woman who is a single mom devoted to her family and her patients.  She LOVES the color purple, has a bubbly personality and a radiant smile.  She has been a nurse for about two years and obtained her education at Mt. Hood Community College in Oregon.  She started out as a certified nursing assistant (C.N.A.).  Jenn shared that while working in that role she realized that several nurses around her were ‘burned out’ (some might say that is too tired to care – will write about burn out in health care another time).  It inspired her to try harder.  She discovered she could be a really good C.N.A. so why not a good nurse!  She became particularly good at caring for elders with dementing illnesses.  She enjoyed volunteering for the Activities Department.  She was intrigued by the moments of “lucidity” that certain reminiscent  groups stimulated in her Residents.  She told me that she reads text books in her spare time to make sure she stays abreast of her professional duties.  Jenn said she “loves caring for residents with memory issues”.  It motivates her to be “a voice” for people who are not able to speak up for themselves. 

When I asked what was the most difficult part of her work she answered: “I pack a lot of it home.  I wasn’t expecting it to be so consuming.”  She is particularly unhappy when she finds that “care has not been good”.  Does death bother her?  “I think it is a relief for my old Residents”.  She likes to imagine that “all the pain and suffering is over, that wherever they are that their life is a big smorgsboard of their favorite foods and no one ever has to give them mashed pills in applesauce ever again”.  To which I would add “AMEN”.
Asked if she socializes with nurses she said ‘yes’, in fact, her best friend in an RN in Washington D.C.  “We talk and text.  We understand.  Others don’t know how I put up with so much loss.” 
What does she like best?  “Being able to make that ‘flip’” she answered with a smile,  “When I can help someone feel happy when they were feeling afraid or angry.”  What does she like least?  “Staffing” she answers firmly.   That response from a nurse almost always means not having enough people to do the job.  Hospital nurses might have anywhere from 4 to 10 patients.  Long term care nurses have around 30 or more patients.  She went on to say “care givers are often paid less and are sometimes poorly motivated.”  She stated that one bad care giver can undo what a good team put together.

Her worst moment as a nurse: she told me that one of her patients got lost in an enclosed court yard.  No harm came to the resident but finding the resident lost, afraid, and weeping by a bush made our Jenn feel sad and helpless.  She said “I wasn’t sure what to do fast enough but God gave me a knack for soothing people “ so that was the strength she called on and in the end all was well. 

Her most embarrassing moment:  “I totally dropped the ball on a scheduled appointment (for a Resident).  I’m not easily embarrassed.  I know what I know.”  But she knows when she has made a mistake she is humble and does her best to learn from it.   When asked if she was politically active she said “No.  I think nurses should be but I am not yet.”  She does not belong to any nursing organizations yet either.  That is also on her personal-professional “To Do List”.  She is not active in any church right now.  She tried a local Baptist church but felt there was not enough for the teenage child.  She says she is “spiritually ground” and has a “strong sense of what is right and what is wrong” so that is joined what she calls a “strong moral compass”.  In her young life she was a foster child.  Life was better if she learned to choose “right”.  Her experiences there “brought God” into her life.  How does she relax after work?  “My Mom lives with me and my son.  We play air hockey or we watch TV.”               
Does she think she is a ‘professional’?  She said that she received the employee of the year award.  That acknowledgement boosted her self-esteem.  She came to her work as a single parent just out of a bad relationship.  She trained as an RN but after graduation took some time to work with her child who has ADHD.  Then she took the LPN boards.  In the not too distant future she will study for the RN boards.  She says she does not separate herself from the direct care givers (assistants).  “I try to treat everyone with respect.  When I come to work I take off my girly hat and put on my professional hat.”
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That brings me to the end of the first of fifty installments.  Each nurse’s story is on-going so there is no easy way to transition out of the interview, or at least I've not found it yet.  Thanks for sharing this glimpse of  “Nurse Jenn” with me

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Loss in the Family ~ the Man born on the July 4th

"I alone am left on earth!
To whom nor relative not blood remains,
No! not a kindred drop that runs in human veins."
~ Campbell

 Her brother passed away last week.  He was 81 and she turned 84 today.  He called his older sister (my Mom) just before he died to tell her he loved her.  It took her by surprise.  She answered "Brother, I'm suppose to call you.  I always say I love you first.  We've had this conversation every day for almost 7 decades. He laughed and said 'yes I know, but this once I wanted to tell you first'.  She was so deeply touched she could only mumble 'thanks' and 'good bye'.   He then rolled his wheel chair into his room, asked for assistance to get into bed and there, not five minutes later~ he took is last breath.  His heart stopped and he passed on into the night
She and I sit on the patio in her desert home and review that simply conversation many times a day.  Sometimes she can not quite grasp her loss and when she does, her heart shatters again.  Her memory recalls him as a boy.  She and he were the middle children in a family of four kids ~ they have been as 'thick as thieves' since childhood.  She taught him to speak and walk...no doubt it is why she went on to be a talented instructor of English grammar.  She recalls, that although they could have fierce arguments, it always ended in "I love you".  She is and he was the most formidable and stubborn human beings I've ever met. Now there is one.  She seems quite lost without her sibling.  Her memory is failing her and locks her in her grief anew...many times a day.  She asks me to tell her one more time what has happened. Each time I brace for that shutter of sorrow that engulfs her.  Slowly, oh so slowly she begins to comprehend that he is no more.

Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood!"
~Byron

Good bye Uncle.  You are mourned here.  You have joined  your Parents, your older Sister, your nephew...my Brother, and your friend, my Dad.  We few who remain shed tears and some soft laughter remembering yesterdays.  But most important of all, your sister whispers "I love you" quietly into the night.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Rekindling a Friendship


"Teach this triple truth to all:  A generous heart, kind speech, and a life of service and compassion are the things which renew humanity." 
 ~ Buddha



Spent the weekend with a friend in Oregon.  She and her husband have a lovely retirement home just south of Portland.   We had some serious catching up to do.  My friend is a well-educated and talented nurse.  She is also a talented crafts person.  Both she and her husband have a good eye for art.  Their home has a casual, creative charm.  She and I had not seen one another since that dang knee surgery last summer.  She lost her job in a political move that happens in health care and almost every where else these days.  We had to figure out if we could reach across the gulf that ensues the termination of employment.  As it turns out (to my great relief), we were able to start off where we left off.  

"No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth."
~ Robert Southey


I wonder at the silent attributes of friendship.  In this case, we two women understand the determination it takes to face the challenges of caring for frail elders: we know the difficulties of dealing with families riddle with guilt, the suffering of their frail aged, the demands of health care corporations and quirks of regulatory folks.  Still we laughed.  In the heat of late summer (it was nearly 100 F) we found a shared humor and embraced it.



There is a comfort in knowing that time leaves the gate ajar.  The value of personal kinship outweighed corporate decision-making.

Friday, September 9, 2011

The Brenda Photo Contest: the Dog Days of Summer

The Dog Star Sirius Canis Major

"The Dog Constellation Canis Major is a Companion to Orion
The Dog Days of Summer have been around since ancient times. The Egyptians, the Greeks, the Romans and other great civilizations have all observed the rising and setting of the Dog Star Sirius in its constellation Canis Major, and its brightness in the sky, to predict the weather and other events."
Okay so this is past mid-August (someone out there in the wider world declared that it ends mid-August).  It is hot here in Western Washington.  We've had ,what, maybe three weeks of warmth but the great mumble has begun...we miss the rain.  I can hardly believe my ears!  'Miss the rain?'...have you all lost your collective minds???  In just a few short weeks we will un-bury the fleece, dig out the Vitamin D, check the bulbs in the light boxes and begin the LONG DARK RAINY SEASON!  I say celebrate these warm days.  I admit it does not hold a candle (a winter word if ever there was one) to the intense heat breaking records almost every where else ~ but it feels hot here on Puget Sound!
Here is my nod to Canis Major and the Dog days!
The heat is as unkind to the weeds as it in to the lawns:


But there is still fun in the air!


Ah summer fairs:  hot, sticky, delicious and memorable.  I saw and listened to Gene Autry for the first time when I was a young girl at a fair and rodeo in Utah!  Here's a Youtube link for those of you who have no idea of whom I am write! :)
and finally.....

Food booths prepared for hot, hungry crowds!   
Kettle Corn please!

Monday, September 5, 2011

Waning Days of Summer

"Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams..."
~Percy P Shelley


Drove up to the White River National Forest over the Labor Day week end.  Rainier looms over the landscape.  This magnificent volcano is still covered with snow.  We who live ibetween the shadow of this mountain and on the edge of Puget Sound have had little summer this year.  This week will be hot (in the 80s and 90s) during the day but it cools down nicely at night.  We awaken to summer flowers and 40F temperatures.  It gives summer a dreamy quality.  The lower mountains still have patches of snow.  The bit of snow in the photo above was found at 3500 feet of elevation.  Mt. Rainier at it's full elevation (the Columbia Crest) is 14,000+ feet.  There are several glaciers on the mountain ~ leaving the mountain snow covered year round.

The road side was littered with colorful wildflowers.  It gives lie to the terrible summer the rest of the country has had.  We are lulled.  Surely nothing bad will ever happen here.  Another siren's song!  Still there is comfort in golden yellow and delicate purple.  





I love the sight of the mountain in the distance, perhaps more so on this visit to the Park because the Mountain seems even more impressive on a warm clear day.  It sits large and protective and for a few moments all feels safe.  Never mind that on the roads in the valley below the mountain there are volcano evacuation signs...in case Rainer blows his top.  :)  The fantasy of safety is to lovely to simply hand over willy-nilly to Reality.

"The summer dawn's reflected hue
In purple changed Loch Katrine blue,
Mildly and soft the western breeze
Just kiss'd the lake, Just stirr'd the trees..."
Scott


Tuesday, August 23, 2011


The Summer That Was(n't)!


There must be something in the universe that has taken a personal dislike of me.  I spend so much of the year yearning for summer and then when that precious time of light and warmth rolls around to my neighborhood something is amiss.  Three and two summers ago I was moving ergo packing, finding a place to live, blah, blah.  Then there was the tale of the knee surgery last summer.  The summer of 2011 roles into the parking lot and before mid-June one of my facilities goes to ... well, heck in a hand basket.  The much longed for months of midnight sun evaporated.  The summer turned into a series of endless 14 to 16 hour work days, 7 days a week.  The problems are beginning to abate just as summer is bringing sunrise at 6:30 AM instead of 4:15 AM and then sets at 8:10 PM instead of 10 PM.  Oh crap.  My sister asked me to cruise the Sound with her for a week and I can't.  I'm on call and the new DNS doesn't start until mid-Sept.  The golden vacation apple is just beyond my reach.  

So naturally, I am thinking I should winter in South American.  That has a certain ring to it.  Of course I have to learn at least Spanish.  But heck, I would apply myself in order to avoid dark days in winter on the Sound.  Oh and I would need to work...
DETAILS!

"Optimism and self-pity are the positive and negative poles of modern cowardice."   ~ Cyril Connolly

Not sure what that means to me yet but I'll figure it out after I map quest a trip to...Brazil (?)