Archive for September, 2007

Jackie is Leaving the Garden. Good-bye.


It’s time for me to close the garden gates. Another season has passed. And along with the gates, I’ll be closing this blog.

I have so enjoyed the time I’ve spent online, sharing parts of my life with you, and being able to share small parts of your lives.  

Never is a long time, so I won’t say that I will never be back – but for now – good-bye, and thank you all. I know I will be thinking about you.

The best to you all,



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 Thank you, Velvet! Although I can’t say I know what a ‘rockin’ girl blogger’ is – I’m mighty proud to be one. Especially since I can count on one hand, the number of awards I’ve received as an adult. Let’s see….there was one for square dancing, and that one for “Nice Matters” and ….well, I guess that’s about all!

Velvet received the “Nice Matters” award and you HAVE to go read her acceptance speech. It might be the funniest thing I’ve ever read on a blog.

I’m to pass this award on to five people. Although each and every gal I ‘blog’ with (and my guy friend, Dave)  all ROCK, for sure, I’ve thrown darts at my blogroll and picked the following five:

Nezza of The World According to Nez

Jenn of As I Was Passing

Nessa of Goldennib

Rain of Rainy Day Thought

Stacy of Never Wanted Nothin’ More

Rock on, blogger buds!

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It’s getting very chilly here at night. The average frost date in Spokane is October 10th, although there has been frost as early as September 7th, and as late as the end of November. Here on our hill, our temperatures are always 7 to 10 degrees cooler. It cools off faster up here at night, frost and snow arrives earlier, and our bloom season is nearly three weeks behind the valley.

I can’t believe how long I waited to have ripe tomatoes, and then, for awhile, had tomatoes coming out my ears, and now they’ve slowed down and are nearing the end. The plants are still covered with green tomatoes and I don’t want to lose them.  I will put black garbage bags over them tonight. I know that some people believe that it takes sunlight to ripen tomatoes, and they will leave them on their window sills. What it actually takes is heat. They would be better off to put their tomatoes in brown paper bags and leave them sitting on the counter.  
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I stopped watering the tomatoes several days ago, and today I will go out and cut into the roots of the plants with a shovel. This stresses the tomato plant and it puts everything it has into ripening the fruit. I don’t sweat it much, if a frost is forecast and I have to pick the tomatoes green. I love fried green tomatoes – and I can always ripen the others in the house.

Here’s a great part of autumn for me – the birds are migrating and they stop here for a ‘bath’ every year. The bluebirds come with the finches.        
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And the pine siskins just bring their whole family.
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— and I didn’t even realize that until I was reading some blogs whereby gardeners are striving to be self sustained by their gardens.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m like a little kid when I come in from the garden with my pockets full of peas, or beans, or tomatoes. And I’m so damned proud of myself when I’ve made a batch of jelly or jam, or put up the pear preserves, or picked my OWN apples for a pie. But it’s just gravy to me – that bounty. It isn’t why I garden. Part of it is that I just love digging in the dirt. I love putting plants in…moving plants around…sowing seeds…watering by hand…getting down on my hands and knees to see which vegetables are beginning to sprout. 

But the big reason I garden, my first love, is to be surrounded by flowers. Flowers make me happy. Just looking at them. In the winter time, I buy them from the store, weekly, just to have them in the house to look at. No matter what variety, they are the *hyacinths that feed my soul*.

I’m feeling a little sad now, watching some of the summer bloomers die off. Although the autumn bloomers are beautiful – they are still the harbingers to me. And I’m not ready. Guess I better get ready. You know when autumn is here when the mums start blooming.

They are.                                                        


and the Autumn Joy sedum turns from green to reddish-pink.   It is.

and the Autumn Clematis begins to bloom.   It did. 


* If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,

And from they slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,

Sell one and with the dole,

Buy hyacinths to feed the soul.

 (Moslih Eddin Saadi)

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My blogger buddy, Stacy, of Never Wanted Nothin’ More, awarded me this “Nice Matters” award. Thank you, Stacy. I’m deeply appreciative, although I feel very undeserving.

                The words that go with this award are as follows:

“This award is for those bloggers who are nice people; good blog friends, and those that inspire good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world. Once you have been awarded, please pass it on to seven others whom you feel are deserving of this award.”

Now, since everyone I blog with deserves this award – this is hard to have to choose only seven. And if you are not on this short list – know that I AM aware of your ‘nice’ anyway. Here goes – seven people – in no particular order:

Alison at Inspired Work of Self Indulgence

Marcy at My Quilts ‘n Stuff

Chana at Go Forth And

Pauline at Glimpses Intangible

Holly at Creekhiker

Velvet Sacks at  Velvet Sacks

Inland Empire Girl at Gathering Around the Table

                                                                 Pass it on!

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Postcards from 1946.

We lost our mother when we were young, so the few pictures I have of her are very precious to me. I guard them with my life. My mother and father divorced when I was eight, and I only saw him once (when I was 16) before he died. We don’t really have anything that belonged to  my mother, for a number of reasons, I suppose. One reason being our grandparents on Mom’s side moved in to take care of Mom and us five kids, before Mom died, and being faced with raising five kids from 2 years to 14 years of age, saving Mom’s things for us probably wasn’t a priority of Gram’s. Another reason being that after Gram died, her only surviving daughter decided that everything in Gram’s house, belonged to her. By the time we were old enough to wonder where things were, and to want pictures or anything that might be left, it was too late. When we’ve asked for copies of pictures, etc. from the aunt – we’re told that they “were lost in a basement flood”, “misplaced years ago”, etc. etc.

But, besides the pictures of Mom and Dad, I have two postcards that I treasure dearly. My mother and her sister were in Milton-Freewater, Oregon in 1946 and sent these postcards home to Idaho, to their youngest sister. 

This one is of the First Christian Church, and on the back, my aunt wrote, “We sang in the choir in this church. Pretty, no? Name is First Christian Church.”
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This one is of Stadelman’s Cold Storage building, and on the back my mother wrote this to her youngest sister, “Hi Squirt, this shore is a beautiful town and yesterday the wind almost blew us off the streets.  Today it’s so damned hot I’m about to die of the heat. Just thank your lucky stars that there’s a tree within walking distance of you, ’cause we’re in the desert. Lois.”
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Last week, T had to be gone for the day, so I took a day trip to Milton-Freewater, to find these two buildings in the postcards. And I found them.  

Here is the church now. In this first picture, I tried to take the same view as the postcard. I took the second one so that I could see the whole building.
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Stadelman’s was harder to find, and didn’t look like my postcard. I went inside their office and talked to two nice gentlemen, who told me that most all of the original buildings had burned to the ground in 1990, and that I was looking at what was rebuilt.
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I can’t explain how I felt looking at these buildings. And thinking about the fact that my mother attended the church I was standing in front of. And that she walked the same streets that I was walking. I can’t explain the feelings, but I can tell you – they were good. I felt that ‘connection’ that I sometimes need so much. I have and do miss my mother even more as an adult, than I did as a child.

It was a good, but strange day for me. Although there have been a few occasions in my life where I was ‘alone’ (where I traveled for business reasons or things like that) those times were rare. I have had someone by my side all my life – a parent, a sibling, a friend, a child, a mate – and I rarely am alone. While I was in Milton-Freewater, I was so very aware of being there alone. In a different state. Without family or friends. T was where he could not be reached, and so I called my sister, Caryl,  nearly every hour. I told her that for some reason, I just needed to keep ‘touching base’.  A strange day. But good.

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I feel just like Betty Crocker this morning! I have tomatoes roasting/drying in the oven on cookie sheets. I have one pan on the stove, in which is simmering my very own pears for preserves. (Or maybe pear compote if it doesn’t set correctly). And a second large pan is simmering one of T’s favorite meals: german sausage, green beans, onion, and new potatoes. I’m way too busy to blog, so as Miss Kitty was tagged by Creekhiker, and still owes Holly a post, I’ll let Miss Kitty take it from here.

                     8 Things You Don’t Know About Me, by Miss Kitty

1. The two legged people I live with think that I love them. (Do not tell them, but if it wasn’t for the food, the petting, and getting them to open the entrance/exit into the warm place with food, I wouldn’t care about them one way or another.)  DSCN5879

2. If I have to use a litter box, I will only use one end of it. Ever.

3. I will NOT eat out of my bowl if the bottom of the bowl is visable. (Even if there is plenty of food on the sides.)

4. I am a very smart feline and excellent trainer. (Note that it did not take me long at all, to train the two legged people to know the differences between meows for food, treats, or exercising the entrance/exit options.)

5. I am also an excellent subject to train….I never enter the room the two legged people sleep in. (I will sit in the door and call them if I need them.)

6. I will not sleep outdoors in the winter, nor will I sleep indoors in the summer.

7. I absolutely refuse to be ‘walked’ on a leash. (I will endure a ‘drag’ to a warm, sunny spot where I will nap in nature.) DSCN8187

8. I come from a long line of royalty. Note the Ashanti stool I nap on when inside, and the fact that I will eat only the front half of mice. (The tail half is to be left near the door for the two legged people to step on.) Img2744

Now, if you don’t mind, I’m a little busy too. I’m always behind in my ZZZZZZZs. Meow.

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