Showing posts with label Visitors. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 16, 2017

PLAYTIME WITH EMMY



In the week before our family arrived, I was already playing with Emmy, stitching up a lovely “garden party” dress for her American Girl Elizabeth. The dress is modeled here by Shirley Anne, “American Farm Girl,” who has no clothes of her own, poor thing. And yes -- she does complain about it, but always with a smile.

Emmy painting birdhouses
“I want to make something,” said Emmy on Saturday afternoon. I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant, but as we went through the patterns on my iPad, she pointed out certain ones she liked. Emmy was ambitious, but I know myself – and pretty sure I know her, too. I told her we just didn’t have time to make a chair, a quilt, or even a dress.

Bess share chaise with Emmy
“Then let’s do something with the clothes I have,” Emmy said. “We could put stuff on them.” Stuff? I was dubious but didn’t say so. We went up to the vintage sewing room, which was doubling as Emmy’s room for her stay.  
“This is my sewing room,” I said.
“Then why is there a bed in here?” asked Emmy.

Mike made Bess' collar
As Emmy dumped her doll clothes onto the bed, I opened my sewing cupboard and prayed for a miracle. And lo and behold! I found one! – a box of vintage trims. Emmy was delighted and commenced at once to decide which trim would look best on which outfit. My part was to tack and tuck and stitch as instructed.

Clint and Emmy (kite flying)
As we worked along, we visited. “What do you think of Velcro [closures] on doll clothes?” I asked.
“I LOVE it,” answered Emmy.
Well, I’ve wondered about those Velcro closure, but I guess I’ll wonder no more.

Hugs
After about 20 minutes, Emmy announced she was going outside – what did I tell you? -- leaving me to finish up as instructed, but I really didn’t mind. It was an informative session. I learned that I need to break out of my conservative mold and do a better job of embellishing the doll clothes. As for today’s work, the decorative touches were super cute and made old outfits new again. It was perfect.

Grandpa & Emmy (Bess looks on)
And so, on Monday, we waved good-bye, and the parting felt all too soon. However, it’s on to the next thing. “And what’s that,” you ask. All things autumn – bright earthy colors, Halloween, Thanksgiving. If you don’t believe me, just stop by Jo-Ann’s. And as always – more doll clothes. KW
Moon over the old barn

[Somehow I didn’t take many pictures (except of the cows), but Kelly took many with her “big” camera, practicing with her new telephoto lens. I chose some of my favorites to post here. With the exception of the doll and the picture of Emmy painting the birdhouses, the rest are Kelly’s.]


Monday, August 22, 2016

CHUCK & JOANNE VISIT THE HOMESTEAD





Brother Chuck and wife Joanne made their traditional August trip to this area to visit his three sisters, of which I’m the youngest. (I’m really only half his sister, but we play that down.) He arrived in time for us to help him celebrate his 80th birthday on the 12th. During the ensuing week he visited us in our homes and capped his visit with a reunion of the OHS classes of ’53, ’54, and ’55 in Orofino.
Chuck and Mike

So, Chuck and Joanne arrived at our farm home on Wednesday (Aug. 17). This year’s visit was very quiet, since the field activity is already finished. I mean, it was quiet! – with the exception of the Olympics. We watched a whole lot of Olympic events. (I’m so glad it’s over!)

Outside, nothing spectacular happened, unless you count the baby rattlesnake Mike found in the lawn. He already had it corralled in a bucket by the time I saw it, and I don’t know why I didn’t think to take a picture -- totally uncharacteristic of me. It was about the size of a nightcrawler and quietly buzzing away. I’ve never seen one so small. The presence of a baby rattlesnake gives me pause. Is there a nest, and if so, where? You’d think if there’s one baby there must be more, but we haven’t found any.

As for the family of American coots on the pond, we seem to be down one – six not seven now. We try not to think about what might have happened to number seven. The six remaining coots don’t seem too concerned. I’m just hoping they will stay so that our next visitors (scheduled for Labor Day weekend) can see them.

I tried to encourage the hummingbirds to stick around, but this past week there was only one, and the last day I didn’t even see him. So, I took the feeders down and cleaned them for storage. I think I only saw eight hummingbirds at a time this year.

We weren’t able to supply the thunderstorm that Chuck requested – and that was probably a good thing – but Thursday evening into Friday morning we had a ferocious windstorm.

I had hoped to serve our guests from the bounty of my garden, but it didn’t happen. The garden just seems to sit there refusing to ripen. At the end of the week, I picked one small zucchini and one small yellow summer squash. The tomatoes are green as can be with the exception of the “Sweet 100” cherry tomatoes, which is beginning to produce. Maybe that’s the way to go -- container tomatoes. Well, I just can’t seem to accept that I’m not a gardener. I try every year. KW