Saturday, February 25, 2012

Parents Found; Dog is Lost

I had a good feeling inside.

When you miss someone, it's a good feeling because you know you have someone special in your life. I missed my mom and dad. And then I thought "it's only 50 miles...just go and see them."

So I did. And we took a walk along the harbor, and happened upon these beautiful strawberries. (above)

We ambled along the pier.

and had lunch on the tip-end of it at Ruby's Diner.

Two friendly seagulls posed for me.

Just look at all that water.
I love looking at water.

Back at home, there are other nice things to see.
Our naval orange tree has been going full tilt. (yes, I'll tell you about the lost dog in a minute.)

The Bird of paradise has been blooming along the back fence.

Lillies line the driveway.

Lemons are waiting to be picked.

One of the boys has been clearing a spot for a herb garden.
Oh...that "bush" is the remainder of last year's 2 tomato plants. What a surprise that yellow flowers are setting once again.
Sharing these pictures with you reminds me of my many blessings.

As I look at the pictures, they have a way of shaving off the rough edges of the week.

Especially today when the dog went missing and she didn't have her collar & tags on. She belongs to my oldest son, and there is no word to describe the grief, after we looked for her for 2 hours and realized she just wasn't anywhere in the neighborhood. My oldest son fell apart. Diamond is his life.

I called my parents to pray. Mom said, "Call the Human Society and the Police." The police? I doubted they would be of help. I called the Humane Society. No one had turned her in.

I called the the police fully expecting to get brushed off, or laughed at.

"Uhm...our dog is missing, she's black and white with a diamond on her head." Silence. More Silence.

"Someone just called in with a dog fitting that description."

We were directed to the house, and there she was. She had crossed a major boulevard.

Dog is fine. Son is improving. Mozart has a stiff neck from driving 20 blocks looking left and right, and I'm going to bed. Good night and have a great week!

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

The Pheasant Hat

On a breezy Sunday afternoon I drove toward the foothills with Pheasant feathers on my head, and hoped nobody would see me. This situation stemmed from a young woman climbing into a young man's wagon on a cold snowy day over sixty years ago.

In the early 1940's my mother-in-law taught school in a one room school house near Swedeburg, Nebraska. It was her first teaching job, and she was living away from home, boarding with a family who lived out in the countryside. She walked to school every day, and on one particularly cold day as she trudged to school through the snow, a wagon with a team of horses rattled up beside her.

"Would you like a ride?"

She looked up and saw a young man. He looked safe enough, especially with his shy smile and big ears.

"Oh, thank you." She held up her hand.

The wind whipped his blond hair as he reached down to help her up. Donald was a Swedish boy, born on a farm nearby. He had been born in the same bedroom as his father before him. His grandfather had homesteaded land.

When they arrived at the schoolhouse, he helped Katherine with some of her preliminary teaching duties like gathering wood for the stove.

The next morning, as Katherine plodded along the road to school, the wagon pulled up again.

"Would you like a ride?"

Well this went on for days. Until, one day, she heard the beautiful words.

"Will you marry me?"

Now, what does this have to do with a Pheasant hat? Well farm boys like to hunt. And Katherine had always wanted a fashionable Pheasant hat. They were newlyweds, now, and didn't have much money. They eventually moved in with Donald's parents on the farm to help take care of his ailing mother. But back to the hat. It was an extravegance that was not affordable. So Donald did the next best thing.

He and his dad went hunting and shot themselves a Pheasant. Then they crafted it into fancy hat for Katherine. She loved it! (and we take a moment to remember this special pheasant who brought such joy.)

(It has much more style than the picture displays.)

I wore the hat to my friend's Mad Hatter Tea Party a couple of Sundays ago.

Here you see several ladies taking a break from their busy lives to let their hair down, or I should say to put their hats on to relax, play games, and be a little crazy.

We had a lovely time.