Song for Friday...thanks Joni

I like this picture of Joni Mitchell.
It's between then and now.
Joni Mitchell was always in my life.

My mom listened to her and I in turn carried her songs with me through out my life.

Through teen hood, first apartments, lovers, births, deaths

and so many introspective, creative days and nights.

She's my 'go to' music.

Joni turns 70 this year and is still as creative and outspoken as always.

On Tuesday CBC broadcast a  90 minute interview with her on

Jian Ghomeshi's 'Q' radio program.
here's the link

If you get a chance, take the time to listen in.

I could pick any one of her hundreds of songs that would take me back

to a summer afternoon drinking wine on the porch, a rainy backwoods

cabin, a heartache or just a beautiful drive down a country road.

I chose this one because as she says in the interview

She grew into it.

I have also grown into this song in particular and can relate

to it all the more now that I'm getting older.

It takes these life lessons and struggles and challenges to get

a perspective on life.

Makes it all the more joyful.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKQSlH-LLTQ

Enjoy and have a great weekend all!

Wordless Wednesday...young, white crowned sparrow in hemlock



Two fat geese and a gallon of milk...

Remember the little blue and white sweater I was needle felting?

And the milk maid head in the bucket?

They are finally together along with her cow, her two fat geese

and her gallon of milk.

The milk maid's name is Marge...a young version of my late grandma who

grew up on a farm on Saltspring Island.

Lot's of little details to look for...handmade fimo gumboots, hand made collar and

rope line for the cow, wet felted apron, tiny buttons, up cycled wood bucket

filled with a secret milk look-a-like, cow eyelashes (of course a cow's got to have them!)

The geese were so much fun I may make a whole gaggle of them someday!

Anyway they're off to be judged for the Sooke Fine Arts show along with

my oriole whom I tweaked and changed him from standing to take off mode

 on an old piece of honey suckle branch and sent off as well...

It's always a bit strange for me to put these pieces out since they truly come from my

heart and my dreams. I love to create them and am honoured to find out

that others love them just as much for reasons of their own.

Wish me luck!



Good Monday morning...

A bright and beautiful day here on the Island...up early...laundry pegged on the line...

Don't you love the feel and smell of sheets after they've been in the fresh air all day?

Up behind the house the Ocean Spray is getting ready to bloom...

 It's such a delicate flower...kind of like babies breath on a tree but much prettier...

It shares this area with the native shrub we call Indian Plum...

 Right now it's turning from a golden yellow to gorgeous orange and

soon it will be magenta and purple.

Hopefully the Scarlet Tanager will come again this year to feast on the tiny fruits

and maybe I'll get a photo or two to show you... 

Just below the canopy of this greenery lies a very large rock covered in

Rock Crop...a native succulent that's in yellow bloom right now...

The hummingbirds have been bringing the new babies around so the

feeders are literally a-buzz with action.

Yesterday evening as I was about to hang the feeder I gave it to Tom to hold...they are so

obsessed with feeding that they couldn't even wait for me to hang it up!

See, to the right of his hand on one of the feeder holes?

Speaking of birds...I've been keeping an eye on the Great Horned owl

and have since learned that there's not only one but TWO babies.

I saw them yesterday morning (without my camera)

so today I went out with it but only spotted the parent having a morning nap...

 I feel like this some mornings too!!

 So I left her alone and maybe I'll catch up with them another day when

they're all together...she probably needed some down time

after been out hunting all night to feed two hungry beaks!

And speaking of where the wild things are...

Happy Birthday to Maurice Sendack who's imagination

still speaks to the child in me every time I see his stories.