Where I stand Sunday-on Tuesday

Sunday I stood on the beach of northern Lake Michigan, not only enjoying the sounds-waves crashing, birds calling, the wind gently swishing by, but also the sights-blue sky, shore birds, wind patterns in the grass, and the beach wildflowers.  But the most memorable will be the heartfelt things, time with Jeff, time with too seldom seen SIL Laurie (and Hank) and time with old friends. 

 

Sorry for the late post, up there in the UP we are unplugged….just returned last night.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.  Join Lynn Krawczyk of Fibra artysta and I in celebrating each Sunday in this way.

 

What’s bloomin’

The Jackmanni clematis is:

as is the heliopsis:

The weeds are doing great too.  Weedin’ season….mostly maple seedlings this year, as never before. 

 

Where I Stand Sunday

At the farm today, I could not take my eyes off baby pony Montana.  He’s barely a month old.  I love his coloring and that little tail….looks like a squirrel’s tail, all short and fluffy.  TJ and Amber just moved the horses to a new barn yesterday, and he did great…followed his mom onto the trailor.   The horses are now enjoying the new pastures full of that fresh green goodness that horses love. 

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.  Join Lynn Krawczyk of Fibra artysta and I in celebrating each Sunday in this way. 

 

Finished mosaic #10

Mandala

 

Roses

The Rose Family by Robert Frost

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose–
But were always a rose.

 

Where I stand Sunday

I went to my neice Erin’s bridal shower today.  It was at her future mominlaw’s house, who also happens to be my friend.  Really, this was one of the most fun bridal shower’s I have ever attended.   It was a beautiful day, we had great food, and lots of friends and family were there including my daughters, Steph and Jackie, and DIL, Amber.  We crafted….in the kitchen after lunch, we dipped pretzels in chocolates, sprinkles, etc.  On the porch we painted clay pots.  And in the dining room, we decorated flipflops.  Thanks Babe for the fun afternoon!  Here we are in our fuzzy flipflops:

 

 

 

Old faithful, the Meidiland rose

I LOVE roses.  But they do not love me back.  I am always beguiled by their beauty, bring them home, and then torture them to death.  All except one variety…the Meidiland roses.  These are shrub roses, and truly are carefree.  Mine is a white, alba meidiland.  And right now, it is glowing with a universe of tiny blooms.  The blooms that follow all summer long will not be quite so abundant…but that’s okay.  My neighbors watch for the rose to bloom, people will stop their car to admire it.   My pictures just don’t do this plant justice.

 

 

Where I Stand Sunday

Today I stand happy to have my Dad here, home from Florida for the season.  And my dear Mom, too.  They came over for Sunday supper, a backyard barbque.  Dad is more mobile these days, using his scooter.  Jeff built movable ramps for him to navigate all the steps, indoors and out.  He was happy, and even told several of him classic jokes…..none repeatable here. 

This morning,  I received a camera lesson from my husband….then wandered around the garden practicing.  The aruncus is blooming right now.  The pictures don’t really tell its whole story, its about 5 feet tall.  I really can’t think of a larger true perennial.  Oh wait, yes I can….lemon poppy plume….will have to feature that crazy plant later in the season.  Oh yes, then there’s the joepye weed that grows to amazing size too.  So here are my own images after learning how to adjust fstops, shutter speed, and ISO on the digital camera.  I’m not totally convinced any of this(in my hands) is better than autofocus, but his images are so clear and good that I want to give it a try. 

Goatsbeard, just opening

Almost in full bloom:

Full view:

Standing in my garden, appreciating the wonders of creation.  that is where you will find me most Sundays throughout the summer.  I will do more of this, featuring whatever is amazing, interesting and beautiful growing on this little plot of land that I tend. 

 

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.  Join Lynn Krawczyk of Fibra artysta and I in celebrating each Sunday in this way.  Let Lynn know, so she can link to your site on her blog. 

 

 

Mosaic #10

Today was mosaic making day.  I worked on the unfinished mosaic that had me a little puzzled, and finished it.  It was a challenging piece, but once I started working on it, the ideas kept coming and it all worked out in the end. 

Not grouted yet, and the glue is still wet.  This piece started with the central motif, a find in a clearance bin, a mirror with a beatiful design on its back.  The design was also inspired by a piece of batik fabric.  Can’t wait to grout it. 

 

Where I Stand Sunday

Today was a good day.  A little hot and humid, but a nice relaxing day.  SIL Patt and Jim came over for dinner.  Enjoyed them immensely.  Now, already after 8PM….time to sit back and do our evening thing.  Jeff flips channels, I grab my laptop and write and read blogs, Miss Bibbs watches her favorite channel…the great outdoors.  And then of course Marlo is very happy to have been invited onto the couch and can’t get over her good fortune.   We are an exciting bunch! 

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.  Join Lynn Krawczyk of Fibra artysta and I in celebrating each Sunday in this way.  Let Lynn know, so she can link to your site on her blog.