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Never Mind the Mess…

Mallard Duck with Babies
Spring Flowers

Narcissus blooming in breaks between rain

Spring Flowers

There are obvious advantages to endless days of rain – like an end to a long drought in California – and wildflowers starting to pop up in the 70 degree weather.


Wild Callas amongst the wisteria

Wild Callas amongst the wisteria


Gratitude is the Heart’s Memory~
French Proverb


Rain storm

Rain storm

A great big downpour!


duck duck goose

duck duck goose

And the vineyards wake up.
To us, it’s always too soon for a much needed break to come to an end… again!
Especially when the wet weather has kept us from getting any garden chores started! STARTED… how about finished? I think not… At least not for now.

I really need a gardener because as I get older and farmer also goes in the same direction, well, we’re starting to potter around and never get nearly enough accomplished.

Well, we did get a few of the end of season blackberries because farmer loves them in anything with baked dough in it… of course!

Blackberries + The Farmer

Blackberries + The Farmer

This is a photo of a vineyard that is halfway thru pruning. I’ve gotten tired of making wreaths with all the cuttings, with several laying around “drying” in the rain!


Vineyard Pruning

Vineyard pruning


There are always flowers for those who want to see them.
Henri Matisse




deer skull

I wander the hills, at times finding animal bones that sustained coyotes I heard celebrating into the night. Knowing they howl when they make a kill, the bones are a stark confirmation ~ they do rejoice!

At 2AM I lay awake, listening… Sometimes they come so close, I open my window and howl back, imagining their surprised brown eyes staring back at me. I hear them lope away thru the rustle of grass.

“Coyote under Red Moon” 🌙 critter painting for sale- $78. Gouache on Arches fine art wc paper. 8″square.

Now, after fall caresses the air and summer’s heat has done her work, I pack my treasures home. I’ve always collected nature’s gifts.  These bones are cleaned by nature’s whim, slowly stripped white.

Bones of a living being are metaphors that all is slowly evolving into something else.

sacral spine of deer

Deer Sacrum


deer spine found

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

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barn painting

 Through the Barn Window into Sunset

A stunning vista of light and shadow ~
A vision in greens, of large , shining puddles reflecting sky, a reservoir that is filling fast.
Blessed rain has been so ample, falling tonight again for what may be another gully-washer!

In seconds my view out the barn window was but a memory…

When it is dark enough,
you can see the stars.
~ralph waldo emerson

work horses _ Marin County

Work Horses – Marin County




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gouache painting

pink sheep and spotted donkey picnicking in the moonlight


I have discovered more than once in my life that money is not my passion. Making money is not my passion. Learning HOW to make money is not my passion. In fact I hardly care about money at all. I shall admit money is not something I worry about too much of the time. For better or worse… In fact,  I avoid having anything to do with it! It is more out of habit than any other peculiar trait. I refuse to let money run my life. Sometimes, because of what we do to make a living, we are fine with our income and sometimes we are broke. I don’t like being paid once a year since we can rarely make it all the way thru to the next check… Could anyone? But that’s the way it is and has been for decades.

As my readers know by now, we are growers of grapes, cows, pastures, too many undone chores to count, veggies, broken pipes or something else and very unkempt gardens… I swear like a sailor. There ARE worse things! Continue Reading

photography crystal chandelier

Let there be Light

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?

It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store.
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.

~ Dr Seuss


I happen to feel it does mean more. Especially given the suffering and deep loss so many millions have endured in this long year and even beyond.

May the coming year bring peace to those who still shiver in the snow or in corners and basements and hollowed out holes. They yearn only for a warm spoonful of soup or clean water.

May shelters be there when they finally arrive to destinations held in the heart,  after their long  treks driven by fierce hope.

Our gift to them is to never forget. Especially the little ones who cannot understand.
Let their wounded hearts and minds be made whole over time.
And in love.


Let there be Peace.