Who’s there?


While picking my earliest raspberries for the market on Saturday, I considered the company I keep.

The thorns, the berries, the bees and Amadeus, my little gelding, pestering me at his corral fence for a handout.

And that’s not all.  I was surprise by a number of insects, no doubt pests, and this  –


lovely California Tree Frog, about the size of a thumb.  🙂  What beautiful camouflage!

The Day After


It’s the day after. 

I have a vendor space at a local Farmer’s Market every Wednesday.

It’s the day I have the most fun all week, and get to clown around, show off, shout, laugh, give free hugs, make acquaintances, make people happy, listen to the “Mmmmmmm,” and maybe even offend by accident.

I work hard all week to prepare, and the long hours are getting to me. 

I miss the time in my garden, time with my animals and time to enjoy this beautiful place I live in.

It all started when my daughter asked if I wanted to start a cupcake business with her.  I said, “Yes!”

So, we started, invested, promoted. We had some regular customers, did a few big events, and offer free delivery.

  Fast forward to the day after.

I’m running the business alone, and always trying new things. It’s hard for me NOT to try new things. The cupcakes, though organically made, weren’t the big hit we had hoped for. 

I added French Macarons, for which I have developed a small following. 

Then came the organic, vegetarian, real fruit turnovers, cookies, breads,

all home made with love and the finest ingredients.

I do offer my homemade preserves and other canned delights every week, and fruits, when in season.

In between, I am sewing retro aprons, in a signature style, and quite wonderful, too.

This year, I have donated 50% of all proceeds from my apron sales

to the North Coast Marine Mammal Center here in Crescent City.

It’s getting to be too much.  My dreams of writing are sliding around like a kid on roller skates for the first time.

It doesn’t feel good.

People ask for things and never come back.  I believe they are being truthful when they make requests,

and they are likely, just talking to talk.

Today, the day after,  I have made a decision to stop making breads for the public, keep my eye on the macarons, sew a little more, offer my signature organically made cupcakes and turnovers, offer fruits in season and that’s about it. 

There is so much creativity in me that it’s screaming to get out. 

I have never been fond of baking sweets, but I am fond of making people happy. 

I do enjoy making the macrons, though!

Macaron shells waiting to be filled.

Macaron shells waiting to be filled.

This situation reminds me of my thoughts of not finding readers, reaching people, with the big difference of time.

If I spend as much time writing, as I have in the kitchen each week, I’d have a book finished in no time.

After an exhausting week, and the realization that I am just not going to have the resources (financially) or regular assistance, (an extra pair of hands) besides my dear husband,

I am not going to have much of a business in rural Del Norte County.

There, I’ve said it.  Ouch.

I’m certain that if I lived in a metropolitan area, my clientele would develop quickly.

Everything tastes SO GOOD!

Just before bed last night, I received three inquiries for my French Macarons. 

I will follow up, and expect nothing.  There will be no disappointments. 

And writing and creating art with paper, fabric and other media, will feed ME, deep inside.

What are your thoughts? 

I would love to hear from you. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment.


Thoughtful Temporaneous Thursday


N Filbert offered a unique prompt for creative interpretation. He thoughtfully chose music – a pure, universal language.  Even without an understanding of construction or creative process in composing music, we form unique thought and feeling about each piece.  We interpret each composition as we interpret the written or spoken word.  No two will respond in the same way.

How would we know if we did respond in exactly the same way?

In what language would we express our exact interpretations?

Would it matter if we felt the same, thought the same, were moved in the same way?

Have a listen.


The piece evoked sadness, melancholy for me.

How did it make you feel?  Think?  Will you respond?

  Pausing in time passages,  I thought of Craig Monticone, composer and pianist – a man who shared a public forum with me, other artists and skilled craftsmen, at a juried art show many years ago. I’m certain he has no recollection of me.

I’ve decided to complete my response in kind.

Thoughtful Thursday – On being a Good Neighbor


Is there a soapbox under my feet again?  Wait, let me check – yes, it’s there.

Be a good neighbor, will  ya?

1. A good neighbor doesn’t hold up the line at the bank or grocery store, with intimate conversation with the bank teller or cashier while we wait and wait, and wait some more.

  • Have some consideration for others, please allow us to conduct our business and step aside. One of us may even thank you!

2.  A good neighbor doesn’t take their dog on trails or sidewalks that are clearly marked NO DOGS.

  •  If you decide to disregard the above, you have a second chance.
  • Being a good neighbor is picking up your dog’s poop.

4.  A good neighbor takes his/her loud personal and cell phone conversation out of public and into a private area.

  • If you decide to spew your conversation into the neighborhood, please lower your voice. Otherwise, you may want to consider turning the phone off while you’re in public or even shutting up.

5.  A good neighbor considers the comfort or capabilities of another human being.

  • If you know someone needs a hand, why not do something, instead of just thinking about it?  Maybe Grandma needs a little help.  Is it going to kill you to ask?

6.  A good neighbor realizes that we all share the same public places and washes his/her hands frequently and sneezes and coughs AWAY from others, or better yet, into his or her elbow.

  • I don’t want to get sick because I’ve touched a doorknob or shopping cart that an inconsiderate boob left some unknown yuck on, or just sneezed so forcefully in front of me, I could actually see it fly.

If she can do it, you can too!!

7.  A good neighbor smiles back at another human being, when offered a smile to begin with.

  • What’s the big deal?  You don’t even have to show your teeth!  Better yet, smile first!

  • On the other hand, I don’t think you’re a good neighbor if you yawn and don’t cover your mouth.  I really don’t want to see all your fillings and smell your breath, actually…

8.  A good neighbor makes eye contact with someone who is standing nearby, asks a question, or seeks help.

  • A simple look and “How are you?” or “Is everything okay?” can make an ordinary day much brighter.  Further, it’s not for us to judge whether the neighbor needs our help or not.  If a neighbor asks, go for it!

9.  A good neighbor doesn’t expect anything in return for a kindness offered or given.

  • What’s the point?  Expecting nothing is a sure way to the greatest reward, which is within you.

10.  A good neighbor speaks for those who can’t speak for themselves.

  • Children and animals have no voice.  Only we can speak for them.

I’ll bet you thought being a good neighbor is keeping an eye on your neighbor’s house or taking their mail in for them.  I suspect you thought being a good neighbor is inviting or informing them about your next party, or keeping your dog off of their lawn.  Did you think being a good neighbor was not blocking the driveway or not playing your drums when your neighbor is sleeping?

Please join me by taking a daily dose of humility with your coffee or tea.

The world is our neighborhood. And we are ALL in it.

Thoughtful Thursday – June Gems


We went to a favorite area of Point St. George today, carrying a big plastic bag and a grabber or picker.  Mark and I occasionally go pick trash off of our beaches.  Not a big haul today, but we did see zillions of anemone and some gigantic ones.   Of course, I didn’t have my camera with me.

So, I’ll share some photos taken in June of this year, of one entry to Point St. George.  This area is rarely visited, as there’s little sand and mostly black rock to walk on. It can get to your feet after a while.   There are pathways down to the sea and cliffs and bluffs to enjoy and photograph.

Walking down the pathway to sea level.

June splendor along the pathway

One of the bluffs next to the sea, on the way down.  Lots of plant in bloom.

Closer look at the color on the bluffs.

From a distance, another bluff at ocean’s edge, in bloom.

Beautiful coastline

Looking over the bluffs

Mark’s there, I’m dawdling, as usual.

It always amazes me when we’re the only people around. Look at that!

How inappropriate to call this planet Earth, when it is quite clearly Ocean.”

Arthur C. Clarke

Thoughtful Thursday – The Visitor


On April 30, 2011, I left dry and almost hot again Southern California for good. The nearly 900 mile drive to our home in Crescent City in my red Ford Ranger packed with four large crates of rabbit pairs, a guinea pig, two cats, supplies and a change of clothes, one of my daughters – a hellish event.  The guinea pig didn’t seem affected, though Meika, behaved oddly.

Meika, big game hunter. (in her dreams)

As it turns out, Meika had cancer of the worst kind.  It saddens me to think of how she endured 19 hours in the little truck. She was euthanized a few weeks later.  She would have loved life here and I planted a paw-paw tree in her memory in the back of our property.

The day before I left, I had a surprise visitor at the sliding door.  Though he and his mate would come into the back when the dog wasn’t paying attention, he never came this close.

I don’t know what prompted him to come to the door, linger and go.  Did he have a sense of the changes going on or was it coincidence? Is there something more?

I don’t find quarters anymore, as I have since childhood.  I find feathers.  Every day.

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SMILE!! – Thoughtful Thursday


Rabbi Samson Raphael Hirsch

Rabbi Samson Raphael Hirsch (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rabbi – You’re not smiling!!

“If someone is too tired to give you a smile, leave one of your own, because no one needs a smile as much as those who have none to give.”

Rabbi Samson Raphael Hirsch

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”

Leo F. Buscaglia

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”

Thich Nhat Than, Vietnamese Monk

Smile, even if the smile is forced.  Smile again, and this smile will multiply and become real.  Smile yet again, and you’ll be lifted into laughter.  Laughter is contagious, and you and everyone around you will be beautiful and happy.

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Thoughtful Thursday – rBST anyone?


When I was a kid, I wanted to stop biting my nails.  I did it on my own by limiting my biting to nine fingers and left the other one alone.  Then, every few days or so, I’d drop another finger.  Before too long, I was down to just one thumb.

I stopped and never bit another fingernail.  Of course, biting one’s nails is really gross and disgusting, and kids tend to do it out of anxiety or not knowing what to do with themselves or their hands. I just didn’t like the idea because I saw how chewed up some kids fingers got and it made me feel “oooky.”  (my own word for being a little sick to my stomach)

What’s the point?  If you haven’t figured it out by now, it’s to let you know that even small changes can result in BIG rewards. Thoughtful Thursday’s focus is on a small change you can make, and you’ll be glad you did.  As a bonus, you’ll get one of my kitchen tips –

rBST is a genetically engineered growth hormone made by Monsanto Corporation and just might be in your milk, cheese, ice cream, yogurt, etc…

When buying dairy products, be sure to look for words such as these – “our cows are never injected with hormones” or “our dairy never uses rBST” or something of the sort.  You’ll also see a sweet little note from the FDA, who are essentially pimping for Monsanto Corporation – stating that there is no significant difference in the product between cows injected with rBST or cows not given rBST. 

Good ol’ FDA… 😦

What do I say about that?  What a pile of bullshit. There’s lots of information out there on this hormone, I’m just one woman.  Click the link below for a full explanation. If you want to start small, as I suggest, here’s an excerpt from the link-


Why should we be concerned about rBGH / rBST?

“Increased cancer risk: When rBST is injected into a cow, it elevates levels of another powerful growth hormone, IGF-1, which is present in both cows and humans. IGF-1 is a necessary hormone, but in excessive amounts, it has been linked in hundreds of studies to an increase in breast, prostate, colon, lung and other cancers in humans.

Numerous scientific data suggest IGF-1 in milk survives human digestion and enters the bloodstream in sufficient quantities to potentially trigger increased cancer rates.

Antibiotic resistance: Cows given rBST experience statistically higher rates of mastitis, a painful udder infection. It is treated with antibiotics such as penicillin, amoxicillin and erythromycin, which are also used to treat infections in people. Bacteria resistant to these antibiotics end up in the milk, air, soil and water, resulting in increased antibiotic resistance in humans, a major health problem.

Harm to cows: In addition to mastitis, rBST has been demonstrated to increase the incidence of 15 different harmful effects to cows’ health, including birth disorders, increased pus in milk, hoof problems, heat stress, diarrhea, and other gastrointestinal disturbances.
The Humane Society of the U.S., Humane Farming Association, Farm Sanctuary and Animal Protection Institute all oppose the use of rBST.”

There’s plenty of information out in regard to rBST.  Buying dairy products from cows not treated with rBST cost little or no more than products from cows TREATED with rBST.

This is something to look for!

If you have a choice between milk without pus or milk with pus, which would you choose?  Sorry for the shock treatment, but – you have to know. I may lose readers, but ultimately, this could save someone’s life.

Thought the milk itself is not genetically modified, the growth hormone is. And just as a human mother passes what she eats, drinks and breaths through to her nursing infant, so does the cow, to the human who consumes that milk.

Educate yourself and take a step to protect yourself and your family. Hazards are everywhere and by taking one step at a time, you can increase the odds for a healthy life for you and your loved ones.

One great film you should watch is “The Future of Food.”  Please watch.

Now my TIP-  Opening a can of cranberry sauce, tomato paste or refried beans?  If you open one end, put the open end over the pot, plate or pan you’d like the contents to be, and open the other end!  Voila!  The contents will slide right out, clean as a whistle!  😀

Unfortunately, I don’t use my own tip much anymore, though I still open refried beans every now and then.  I make my own cranberry sauce.  I will buy organic tomato products, though and make most of my tomato sauces from “scratch.”

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