Decking out the front yard for Halloween, my husband enjoys drawing some spooky balloons to hang from trees. He also let’s the grands join in and either take their balloons home or hang them from our trees. To make these, you’ll need:
- large white balloons
- permanent markers
- white large garbage bags
Blow up the balloon and tie a knot in the end . (Kiddos may need some assistance with this.)
Let your creativity lead you, but still keep an eye out for little ones who may not know the meaning of “permanent marker.”
My husband likes to draw a face or design on both sides of the balloon, since the balloons twist in the wind. Once the balloon is done, tie the string on the balloon knot.
Next comes the tricky part. With the scissors carefully slit one side of the large white trash bag. At the opposite end of the slit, cut a small hole for the string. Thread the string through the hole so the bag flows around the balloon. Remove bag’s drawstring.
We are entertained by our squirrel friends who stop by daily to munch birdseed and perform amazing acrobatic feats of bravery and skill. If we are not early enough, they wait patiently on the lip of the shop roof wondering when breakfast will be served.
Since the fires east of Portland, our bird population at the feeder has at least doubled. The squirrels and birds take turns munching as if revolving acts in a play put on for our entertainment.
Early afternoon everyone leaves as our neighbor’s cat does his walk through. Once he leaves, the back yard gets back to a flurry of activity. Squirrels vs birds, birds vs birds, squirrels vs squirrels….the drama is endless.
What do you do when you learn that the people who put up your house division made a critical building mistake on the construction that would cause dry rot and water damage that would not show up until a few years later?
This happened to my son and daughter-in-law. A neighbor found the mistake and passed on the news to the rest of the neighbors. Solving the issues cost a lot of hard work and money.
When you find out your house is in danger…..”Who ya gonna call? Dad!”
Tom tore the siding off until he removed the dry rot. Dad showed up with all the tools and lumber one would need to finish the job. They worked hard together, removing the window, putting it back in the right way, trimming it and putting on new siding. Took them a few days but they did great work.
Once the job was done, it will need sanding and some new paint. It will be as good as new (actually better than new). I sure hope they can find the workers who made the mistake and did the damage to the whole neighborhood.
Father and son…..a good team.
Our oldest turned 39!! We felt like Oprah… you get a pizza and you get a pizza and you get a pizza. Bryon introduced HIS kids to “The Last Starfighter” and we all dug into the pizza of our choice.
Ice cream for dessert and the evening was a success. Cards and gifts were opened and wishes made.
Father and son…a birthday filled with laughter, fun, mugging for the camera and making good memories.
“Try it FREE for a month…..”
Six most dangerous words online. “Try Amazon Prime,” they said. “You’ll love it,” they said.
Well, dang it, “they” were right and I may now be hooked.
I started my month timidly, making sure I was ONLY getting what I would otherwise buy. Three weeks in, I’m LOOKING for things to buy. Lord, have mercy.
It started with Divina Dolmas, the best stuffed grape leaves I have ever eaten. One 4.4 lb can makes four meals for Hubs and myself. Add a salad, and there ya go! The shipping for a can a month would pay for Amazon prime (so I told myself). What a deal.
While searching for more goodies, I found a six pack. I mean, who does not need 26.4 lbs of dolmas. I sure do. Amazon probably thinks I am part owner of a Greek restaurant. So now I have cans stuffed around closets, etc. since our pantry can only hold one can.
The box came with 3 straight cans, two with dings, and one soundly smashed.
Will I continue Amazon Prime after the 30 days. I do not know. But I have enough dolmas to eat while I think about it.
A Saturday Market flower booth, abundant in colors, remind me of autumn. Time for a mantle change. The heat of summer and the smoke of nearby forest fires let us know we are still in summer. I long for the cool rains of autumn to fall, and will decorate accordingly.
Ahhhhh…. autumn is right around the corner. Believe!
Photograph and poem by Emily Bittel
Eagle Creek Fire 2017
I breathe, and smoke fills my lungs.
The forest I love is burning –
The place we first backpacked together.
The senseless loss is staggering.
What will be left when the burning is done?
We will shuffle through ash
Shake it from our socks into little piles on the floor of the tent.
Perhaps our grandchildren’s children
Will gaze up with wonder
At the lofty heights of the douglas fir
Through the filter of vibrant vine maple.
I pray for rain as the ash drifts down from the sky
Flakes of a forest I once knew
The last time light will shift through its leaves.
Head in my arms, I cry
Maybe, just maybe, my tears will water the desolation.
I thank Emily for sharing her personal poem. Below is a picture from katutv, a split screen of what the Bonneville Dam looks like normally, and now during the fire. My heart goes out to all those working the PNW fires, the critters who make the forests their home, and the forests themselves. Photo: National Coast Trail Association