You feelin' Christmasy, Punk?

So I have posted a picture of an Advent Calendar we made a number of years ago. I have not figured out a title for this post...and have to laugh at the things that pass through as possibilities.

Okay...this wasn't the first title that came to mind this morning, but it is something that popped out of my mouth the other night as I handed my husband a Christmas napkin. Dirty Harry invaded the culture and sometimes I let my guard down and like those winsome viruses we are all trying to avoid, I catch my share.

I love Christmas, but I don't like what's been done to it. One of my brothers said to me this week that Christmas doesn't last long enough...and my heart pounded hard. We were on the phone, but I could see him so clearly, working in the cold days to keep abreast of the on-going demands and that nicely positioned December 10th property tax deadline, and yet thinking of all the people he would like to make gifts for...the families he would like to stop by and see...yummy, what kind of cookies are you making? I remember the year, time was slower then, he made us all little copper pots.

But I hear stories about people just feeling all stressed out from the holidays...and that is a sad thing. There are the unresolved family issues, the concern for buying gifts that are too big or too small, unneeded or unwanted...or desperately needed and out of sight.

I just have a few of Aunt Dorothy's little Christmas napkins. She's been gone for many years now. They are faded and were just simply a collection of holly fabrics but she made them and she loved Christmas for what it is. Of course I handed my husband one of his aunt's napkins and asked him "You feeling Christmasy, punk? " I'm just fighting off what the tear it all down bullies would erect. What do you mean that doesn't make any sense? ...of course it doesn't. I should just focus my energy on the part of it all that re-members me with what really matters.

Advent, advent let your little light shine. Today another chicken flew up to roost in the manger. Christmas is coming...don't despair...it doesn't matter what you wear...or how you feel about your hair...or if your hand is empty when you arrive. Just come as you are...you don't even need to feel Christmasy, punk.

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Bread Dough Ornaments Wise guys and children

It's funny how bread comes up in different ways on Bread on the Water.

I didn't think about it until I was typing in this title. I made most of these flour and salt bread dough ornaments over 20 years ago.

The ones on the top line were made by little hands.

The little people are about 1.5 inches tall and have holes in their hands where I wind little gold wires as jump ropes from which to hang them.

We won't be putting up a tree this year but I pulled these out to photograph and share them and post a recipe for how they were made. Scanning recipes on the web I noticed a lot of variation in the directions, so I wrote out my own. I learned this craft many years ago from a student at the art school in Oakland.

Here are some of my wise men...wise guys as we would sometimes joke while we painted them...Wise ones do still seek Him.

Bread Dough for Baked Ornaments

Ingredients
2 cups of flour
1 cup of salt
1 cup water

1. Mix the salt and flour and gradually add the water.
2. Knead these ingredients together 5-7 minutes.
Food preparer’s gloves or nitrile gloves will protect your hands from the drying salt.
If you aren’t going to use the dough right away,
store it in plastic or glass to keep it from air-drying.

After you cut or sculpt the shapes you want, place them carefully on a baking pan that won’t rust or an old one you don’t care about. Or line your pan with tinfoil. If you have trouble maintaining shape while transferring to the pan, consider sculpting them right on the pan.
IMPORTANT: You must plan how they are to hang before you bake.
Either insert a hook into a sturdy part of the top of the design or make holes in which you can later insert string or wire.

There are two successful Baking styles.
The idea is to harden them thoroughly without burning them.
You only want them to get light golden.
Thin pieces in a 300-degree oven take no more than 30 minutes.
An ornament that is ½” to 1 “ thick is going to take an hour to bake at 300 degrees.
Lower temp baking takes longer.
The other baking method is a 200-degree oven for several hours.

Painting and Decorating and Storing
Cool before painting. I have ornaments I have had for more than 30 years. You must bake them properly if you want to save them for future enjoyment. You can’t tell if they are baked hard until they are cool. If you paint and think one needs a little more baking, that’s fine as long as you have only used non-toxic water based paints.

Once you add a spray sealant, anything mineral or polymer based, do not put them in the oven. Remember to be careful with chemicals around children, pets and your own precious self. Do the finishing spray outside, in a garage or next to an open window. Read directions and cautions on all products you choose to use.

STORE in a metal Cookie box or air tight plastic.
Protect the ornaments from the can and each other with bubble wrap or some soft layers that won’t wick moisture. You can enjoy them for years.

That’s it! Have fun.

The Bavarian boy was painted by Dad one night as we all sat around the table.

I recently got these out to show to some friends and heard from them about ornaments that had been saved only to find them spoiled. I can't emphasize enough proper storage. I'm not sure that things will slow down enough to enjoy such a relaxing and playful evening such as this anytime soon...but you never know! I would love to make some more.

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On the Winning of Awards and Prizes

I once showed a photograph of our little daughter standing sweetly by the wicker bed of our baby daughter to my husband's Grandma Bessie and Aunt Dorothy. Grandma said the picture could win a prize. Aunt Dorothy said, "Oh, they already have the prize."

That's a little bit how I felt when my friend, Gretchen at Gladsome Lights gave me the Superior Scribbler Award. Writing is its own reward.

And furthermore Gretchen is my friend, and that too is award enough. Our friendship preceded blogging, but blogging has been an extension of our sharing when my moving for a job put us in different parts of the state. And blogging had been a logical extension for me as I have been writing since, as a naughty child, my mother made me painstakingly copy and recopy an apology letter she helped me compose until the script was quite legible. I suppose I could have hated writing thereafter, but that has never been the case. So the graphics of this award seem rather appropriate too, don't they? You know you have to hold your tongue in just the right place to scribble properly, don't you?

The reason I have been a little slow to respond to this award is because I have been enjoying the other four blogs that Gretchen linked to, but now I am here to gladly accept the SSA and I thank her kindly for including me in the fun.

THE PARTICULARS

Awards have rules and so here are the five Superior Scribbler Rules for those five bloggers to whom ( listed below) I, obeying the rules, pass this award :
lEach Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
lEach Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
l Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
lEach Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor![ And you can go there and check out the many winning blogs that are linked thus far. You might find a new favorite.]
lEach Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.
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My Awards

*Alaska Steve in Unalaska, Alaska. "Just a middle aged guy trying to challenge myself daily and earn the respect of my dog." His blog is aptly named A Sense of Place. He's been traveling lately, and doing a wonderful job of sharing that, but be sure and see and read about life in Unalaska in earlier posts.

*David has lived and worked in the Yosemite Valley since 2003. He is a true scribbler. He is jotting down his joys of observation and photographing on his lunch and before work and it is a lovely visit to the valley for me every time he posts at Tree in the Door's Fauna and Flora

*Aimee of South Carolina calls her journal Living, Learning and Loving Simply. She has a very vulnerable gentle writing voice and yet could be the feature writer of a slick magazine.

*I enjoy reading Debbie at Artful Aspirations Her blog is multifaceted; she has her pen poised and her heart on the line.

* And then there is Susan Liles who does some, okay much, all right most, of her scribbling with a paint brush...but not all...she does write to teach others, to vent and to express gratitude. Her blog is a wonderful example of sharing in the blogosphere.

And if that isn't enough new blogs for you, you might visit my other blog Write Purpose. That is actually where some of my slightly more serious scribbling hangs out.

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BIG POST SCRIPT....this is a rather busy time of year...so if you can't take up this award offer right away I will certainly understand. The whole point is for you to feel appreciated, so please just know you have been read and enjoyed and that you are a Superior Scribbler!

In Burma it is Sweet December

Sweet December

I have friends who are native to Burma and they wish each other "Sweet December." The Karen people celebrate on the last night of November to mark the beginning of Christmas, which they celebrate throughout the month of December. It is also a celebration of harvest and family...generally a time of sharing. The Karens, pronounced (Ka-rans), are an indigenous people to the southeast Asian countries of Thailand and Burma. The population numbers around 14 million in that region with the majority of the Karens living inside Burma. Traditionally, most Karens are farmers . Today I read a little about the Chin people who also might wish you a "Sweet December." Many of them live in the Mandalay area.

In a little benefit shop in the California town near where I live, I found a zip lock bag marked $3.00 that contained a Nativity Scene. It is from Italy, plastic and childlike and so I bought it to set out in the garden. I placed it in a little nook in the wall in front of a two foot tall door where many years ago the milk man would deliver bottles of fresh milk.

~ Sweet December ~

If you hunt around on the web you can find news of Burma, but most of it doesn't make the front page even though it should. Not all the world is free. Burma has once again been listed as a Country of Particular Concern in the latest edition of the US State Department’s Annual International Religious Freedom Report. Burma, as Myanmar, has no democracy, and human rights and the rule of law are not guaranteed to her people.

The people of the deltas who survived cyclone Nargis of May 2008 are still in need of help and the government thwarts those who try. Recently, authorities in Rangoon’s Dagon Seikkan Township have arrested several members of a volunteer group helping victims of Cyclone Nargis. It's hard to even transfer money to people in Burma when you want to help. American dollars cannot be received directly...

When you hear of a benefit for the people of Burma, and viable organizations seeking to help perhaps you'll decide to pay some attention and see if there is something you can do.

Last August a handful of my friends responded to an appeal I made to help a village rebuild and have a boat again...the only way they can get needed supplies is with a boat.

I was so touched by my friends' generosity. Everyone loved getting this picture. I won't use any village names or the names of my contacts or how the money gets exchanged because I want them to be safe. Isn't that amazing, getting food or money to people in need, orphaned children, could get those in Burma who help in trouble?
Children at studies

Not everyone who calls Burma home can stay there..."Refugee camps along the Thai-Burma border could come under pressure from rising rice prices and a possible influx of new refugees from Burma in the year ahead. The Democratic Voice of Burma quotes Jack Dunford, head of the Thailand Burma Border Consortium (TBBC), which manages the nine camps as saying there were several variables they had no control over; exchange rates, the price of rice and the number of refugees. " Thanks to Shane Abrahams for that link. I just discovered his site today. It has links to many news sources and his banner shares an old Chinese proverb that represents the kind of informative peaceful efforts he is making for the sake of so many who are near voiceless:
“Don’t curse the darkness – light a candle.”

So I've lit this little candle on my blog by touching my candle wick to the flame he has going .

And when you light your advent candles, or drive freely to and fro in your day's tasks, maybe you will think of the people who would gladly wish you a Sweet December.
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I read the morning paper...

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The reaches of hope extend beyond what we can see
the hard news we hear about,
the tragic happenings that bear down.
Violence prowls and even the tides carry some away,

and yet hope reaches...

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Coast Walking

Thursday morning flew by in a variety of chores. There is always something that could stand a little attention and dear ones had real needs as well. Rain was forecast in the near future and although there was a nip in the air the day was clear and bright.

The idea of an afternoon walk seemed more and more appealing. Want to come?

Looking south back toward the house. The arches in the rock are inviting...doors to swim through, but not today. Brrr...

I did see an otter dining in the cove...someone who actually belongs in the water. But can't you just see yourself gliding through that little hole in the wall?

My camera can see the house ....

glowing in the afternoon light. What a perch to return to.

A nice picture of Point Lobos wound up on my write purpose blog. I hope you'll come ready to read a bit. And please don't forget, I enjoy your comments and the opportunity to search out your web offerings. Oh my, the underside of the clouds left from this morning's storm are glowing red. I better get out there, these sunset moments don't last long.

The land of sharing...fun in the blogosphere.

During the Fall Quilt Festival I visited many of the festival participants. I am still working my way through the list and enjoying visiting so many creative and generous blogs. Look at the prize I got from visiting and leaving a comment at one friendly blog...

Anne at Film and Thread

The reason that there are two sets of stamps is that this persistent woman sent this gift to me twice. The first time the post office didn't finish delivery but Anne did!

The fabric is really cute. I am sure it will inspire some fun project. Anne also sent bias tape, an iron on airplane and luggage tags. I had a local friend in the car when I received this envelope and she just marveled at the fun , the generosity and friendliness that this little package represents. If you hop on over and take a look at Anne's blog please say hello to her from me.

Thank you Anne.

Great Blue Heron at the Crossroads

Literally at the Crossroads, just out of the corner of my eye, on an empty lot, I saw a Great Blue Heron. I took this photo while still in the car (from the passenger seat, I'm not crazy) and then asked to get out of the car, please. I wanted to get closer...if you click on these photos you can get closer views too. Use your back button to return to the post.

The field is polka dotted with the holes of gophers and still sporting some golden poppies. After we met, I read that although the Great Blue Heron is

"primarily a fish eater, wading (often belly deep) along the shoreline of oceans, marshes, lakes, and rivers, it also stalks upland fields for rodents, especially in winter. "

Learning this about Heron's feeding habits helped me understand the normalcy of the Heron's early November jaunt to the shopping center, which isn't all that far from the marsh at the river's end at the ocean. I did see one diving beak motion down into the ground before I approached. I realize now I may have delayed this bird's dinner procurement and I already had mine in the bag. It's amazing how just a little undeveloped land can provide for wildlife. Directly to the west of where we visited is a gas station and to the north is a motel. Across the street one can bank or buy groceries, flowers, jewels, coffee, or books and there are lots and lots of cars,

but the empty lot is a small paradise. Rightly wary, we both remained respectful in our dance of approach and distance but of course the Great Blue set the rules for boundaries.

~Such a beautiful bird~

all else faded away as this elegant bird captured me.

Standing tall this Great Blue is at least three feet. This may be a younger bird and or female, as the plumage is not too fanciful.

Must you go? I must too. I thank you for the visit, lovely bird. I'm glad your terrain includes many vistas far and beyond the road. Next time I see you, I'll be more polite about your meal times. I was glad to learn you thrive all over the continent, and I am especially glad that we are neighbors. You can visit my garden anytime... we've got gophers aplenty.

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An Amiable Rearrangment

Phoebe the Cat was ready to come inside and Kitty Bumpkins was ready to go out.

Their gaze at each other as penetrating as a laser... I opened the door

and quickly there was a changing of the guard...It's convenient when you can obey two cats at once, being that meeting the expectations of a cat usually involves getting up to open a door. Not as convenient for photography though; I got no more than a shot of their respective tails it all happened so fast.

"Hm mm...now what shall I do?"

Earlier in the day a red headed woodpecker had visited the bird bath, that is what it's for...the birds...and we have many who safely dare to visit here.

But Bumpkins thinks the bird bath is her auxiliary water dish although it takes quite a straddle to get a drink. I think the birds sit in the trees and laugh at her, but not too loudly, she is quite a tree climber too.

If you click on these photos you can see just how cute and silly a cat she is. And her little story and photos just had to be posted for someone who might be, nay must be missing her quite a little bit. But not to worry, she knows whose kitty she is.

Home again, home again Jiggety Jig.

Not that you missed me, but I have been away from home and the computer and consequently this web log. We walked out

the garden gate and drove on up the road.

Sunday afternoon we visited with many old friends and my brother, Steve, before we headed to check on our house "up there" that is currently rented out. Report of leak on a deck that is also a roof over a special room that looks out into the garden mandated that Mark see what was needed. With the rains coming, it was basically he that was needed. It was not the kind of job one can hire out...improvisation is one of his many skills. Next season we hope to revisit the repair in a much larger way, but for now, all should stay dry.

But first he had to take me east to stay with his momma, the original heart of our journey, that old leak just being a minor but demanding complication. While Mark was busy driving back and forth and repairing the deck I accompanied Miss B. through some special needs and I must say she is a very brave lady indeed.

One night I worked

a bit on this vintage quilt top.

The blocks were made by hand, but by whose hand I do not know. The fabrics truly seem like "her aprons or blouses" and "his shirts." I joined them together and found a backing I like. I was able to pin baste and then sew baste the sandwich together, but that is as far as I got for now. I also sat and did a little hand sewing in the hospital waiting room and during one night of television. It was calming to have needle and thread in my hands. We had nice dinners together. I roasted vegetables, cooked sauce for pasta, made soup and some guacamole for which I tried to make tortillas...but corn grits doesn't quite work...they tasted good though.

Up and back on different roads, we drove through beautiful lands...I didn't take a single picture except in my mind's eye, of the tumble down barns and black cows, new grass pushing through the golden straws of last summer and leaves and berries in bright reds and oranges sprinkled amongst the tree greens. Every corner of the land has its own colors...

and now we are back to the blue Pacific on the granite cliffs.

Monday Morn Pink Moon over the Water

Pink sky and the moon just about to drift away as Monday morning unfolds.

It's a new day

All these colors but the palette of a moment...more colors coming of course. They'll be brighter and bluer and the green trees where the birds have hidden the night will sound with singing.

It reminds me of images in Psalm 104

1 Praise the LORD, o my soul. O LORD my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty.

2 He wraps himself in light as with a garment; he stretches out the the heavens like a tent...

12 The birds of the air nest by the water; they sing among the branches...

16 The trees of the Lord are well watered...

17 There the birds make their nests; the stork has its home in the pine trees.

19 The moon marks off the seasons...

22 the sun rises...

23 Then man goes out to his work, to his labor until evening.

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Monday morning and there is much to do and I'm sure that's true for you too. Thank you for stopping by for an early morning visit. The gulls are flying now, their wings white with sunlight.

Why It's Okay If I Don't

win the fabric giveaway that I am going to tell you about, even though it would be fun. Maybe you will win, I'll post a link in here somewhere, don't worry. Anyway, I have a theory that folks who live where it gets cold sooner and longer do more sewing than those of us who live in more temperate climes. My other justifications for not getting into this room as often as I would like

to make potholders with a personal touch or other little presents...

well those reasons are are complicated and many...they run the gamut too.

For example, every once in a while I feel the urge to actually cook...

and then if I eat of this...well you know that I have to go for a walk and if I am out walking I am likely to want to take photographs and then if I take photos I am likely to want to share them with you on my blog...

And then I know it sounds old-fashioned but I still like to read books...

and the most important book I read isn't even in that picture...

And besides that I like to write

and have I another blog that is a little more serious than this one...

and of course I am silly enough to watch a little of the old tube...

This isn't our television...ours is no where near this big or old...I saw this in one of my favorite second hand shops and had to take its picture.

And there are rooms to keep clean and pretty and

gardens to tend
and we mustn't forget

the cat... she takes a lot of petting.

And while this hasn't been an exhaustive list, I realize you dear reader, may be exhausted so I will just say that I really would enjoy having Jackie send that pretty fabric she is giving away



out my way~Here's where I learned to drive~ Scary, huh?
But then again, maybe you are the one meant to win, so you pop on over to

Jackie's Quilt Blog aka Canton Village Quilt Works

and follow the instructions! One of things that I enjoy there is her frequent links to other interesting blogs and notice how she calls her giveaway...Sharing Good Fortune. She does share a lot. Go on over and see just how much piecing and quilting and sewing a dedicated woman gets done and please come back and visit me again soon!

Bread for Mallard Ducks and Splendid Sunset

Mallard ducks were a part of my childhood menagerie and seeing wild mallards gives me great pleasure.

These ducks live where the river flows into the ocean. I've gone several time to cast actual bread on the water and there is one pair of ducks who rather than wait in the water, as most of this flock does, waddle right up to my feet and stand ready to eat a little more sourdough than seems wise. Maybe they are fly away pets?

Sunset needs no explanation, does it?

Sometimes the sun just slips away...but not this evening...it was goodbye until tomorrow in a spectacular display.

walking down to the greenhouse to be closer to the water

I left my flash on for this shot...

I enjoy the photography of so many blogs I just felt like popping up some pretties for those who come back and visit me. I had trouble uploading for a few days. This sunset is October 17th...

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Picture Story of a Day in May

One day in May, a lovely day, in the year 2006,

for Mother's Day, a certain dear person took me on a picnic.

She had provisons all ready...we just had to find that right spot.

The water was inviting

but the beach was not quite what she had in mind.

So we kept on driving on favorite roads...

past outposts of the past

cautious critters ...see the deer hiding?

and curious "birds"

in search of just the right spot

when we stopped

we even took our own photo

Flowers bloomed

The sky was blue, the vultures were noisy

We ate lovely food and I got to open up presents

and play with them right away

I hadn't tried to draw anything in a long time...

but a pencil in my hand made me look a little more closely

... and my funny little drawings help me remember...

~a very shared day with love~