As spring moves to summer, I change the mantel from Easter themed to colors that are equally bright, yet different. The picture is a colored pencil drawing by my husband. On either side is his handiwork as well. A mantel of roses, irises, bamboo, and a peony.
Amazing what flowers can do for a space. It is definitely glamour time for the living room.
“Hurray, road trip!” she exclaimed, “I’ve got the map, I shoddy the front seat”. “Hold on,” he replied “curb your enthusiasm, so we get there in one piece” as he applied the breaks. Inspired by a recent holiday with the mister. This is how it goes down for us. The ephemera : Ledger page for 1901; […]
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Our May adventure to Lincoln City was filled with blue skies and wonderful sunsets. We got some “good news/bad news” from the desk when we checked in. The good news…..no one had the room above us. The bad news…..the whole top floor was empty because they were re-roofing while we were there. No way to warn us. The company was supposed to be there last week.
I was not looking forward to three days of hammering, but it all went rather smoothly. The hammering was not as bad as all the equipment (and the sounds the shingles made when thrown from the top floor. *shudder*) Thank goodness ocean waves can overwhelm so many other sounds. Plus BLUE SKIES – NO RAIN
Robert spent extra time during low time to find some beautiful rocks. He treasures them. Collecting was just half the fun. The second half was organizing them with a “look at this one” and “see the layers in this one.”
It was my job to pick out a new breakfast spot, since we try to do something different each visit. I’ve always been fascinated with a swanky hotel called Inn at Spanish Head not too far from our modest digs. I read there was a great breakfast so we were there when it opened. The restaurant served good food, and the view was crazy beautiful.
We tried to get a selfie without backlighting ourselves too much while still showing the view.
Don’t file the next part under “too much information.” As it is with being human, I had to visit the bathroom. I walked in and was confronted with this scene. I KID YOU NOT.
When a restaurant’s bathroom has a better view than your hotel room, one might imagine the cost of a room. Nevertheless, we wouldn’t switch. We love The Sandcastle, and stay there every time we can. Note: I made sure to catch a corner of the sink just to prove….holy cow, it’s a bathroom.
While I didn’t see “our” seal this time, I was lucky enough to see the spout and body of whale/s! Such creatures. I either saw one whale four times or four different whales. Either way, it was a thrill to experience.
On Tuesday, I blogged about receiving. This blog is more about remembering. Each Mother’s Day since his mother’s passing, Robert has followed a certain tradition. His mother loved flowers and in particular rhododendron of every color. Mother’s Day morning Robert circles the house and begins to clip a little here and a little there, creating a bundle of whatever is blooming well around our house. He does not want store bought. He wants to bring our home to adorn her headstone. Depending on the Oregon weather we have more or less flowers to share. He mostly snips the Rhodies and azaleas that turn our yard into a color-fest around this time. We drive together to the cemetery and Robert takes care arranging the flowers. He has his private moments.
I do not yet have a tradition for Mother’s Day. I am still surprised when I pass a card display that I won’t be picking up a card for her. Yet, there are, around our home, many objects that bring her close.
This simple bell, which I keep in the bedroom, floods me with memories each time I pass. It’s the bell we would use when we were ill and had to stay in bed. We would ring the bell and help would be on its way: a tuck in, a bowl of soup, or 7-up.
There is no “right” way to remember mothers. Robert brings our home to her graveside. I bring mom’s objects into our home. We both remember in our own way, but are grateful for the love given and the lessons learned.
Felt lucky with the beautiful cards, flowers, hugs and messages for Mother’s Day. A hanging pot bursting with colorful flowers and elegant card from my husband.
I received a bouquet of flowers dyed with so many colors it looked like a party in itself. Along with Bryon’s flowers, Nora added her own card – with glitter, of course.
A beautiful plant arrived with hugs along with more lovely messages.
The plant was huge (about four feet tall) with blooms that will live in the sun for years. My husband has already lovingly planted the flowers where I can see them from our little deck.
Every single one of the cards made me tear up, except for the last one….which made me laugh so that I had to present it in video form. There is just no other way to get the full impact of a child’s imagination.
Happy Mother’s Day! I felt like a queen!