Happy Saint Patrick's Day

There's an old Irish Melody,
St.Patrick's Breastplate
the words sung to it
attributed to Patrick (372-466)
were translated by
Cecil Frances Alexander(1818-1895)
I bind unto myself today
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same
The Three in One and One in Three.
I bind this day to me forever
By power of faith, Christ’s incarnation;
His baptism in the Jordan river,
His death on Cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spicèd tomb,
His riding up the heavenly way,
His coming at the day of doom
I bind unto myself today.

I bind unto myself the power
Of the great love of cherubim;
The sweet ‘Well done’ in judgment hour,
The service of the seraphim,
Confessors’ faith, Apostles’ word,
The Patriarchs’ prayers, the prophets’ scrolls,
All good deeds done unto the Lord
And purity of virgin souls.

I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the star lit heaven,
The glorious sun’s life giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind’s tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea
Around the old eternal rocks.

I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward;
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.


I bind unto myself the Name,
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
Of Whom all nature hath creation,
Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.
               ~~~
Thank you Patrick

and Mr. Alexander

Pinnacles National Monument ~ A Dynamic Western Landscape

We thought we were a little crazy, a little overly optimistic, looking for an outdoor adventure. The weather wasn't promising...it rained off and on as we approached the western entrance to Pinnancles National Monument.  I hadn't visited this park since the 1960's and Mark had never been.

I forgot my camera, but Mark had his and we passed it back and forth frequently.

The Pinnacles rise up east of California's central Salinas Valley.  Leaving the valley, the road climbs through rolling hills of chaparral at the feet of the Gabilan Mountains.  The Pinnacles are believed to be the remains of the ancient Neenach Volcano some 195 miles to the south.  Imagine this, the giant San Andreas Fault split the volcano and the Pacific Plate crept north, carrying the Pinnacles.

The rains have made lovely greens along the creek waters.  We started up with extra jackets, the ratty kind we keep in the back of the car for emergencies and shifts in the weather.

The artistry of water and wind continue to shape these structures.

It rained a bit on us  as we made our way up to Hawkes Peak.  The colors in the subdued light were stunning and then the sun came out and danced new colors before our eyes. 

The monoliths, towerlike spires, sheer-wall canyons and caves of talus rise into the day...a seemingly stand still moment of the once and future dynamics of erosion, earthquake faults and shifting tectonic plates.

 
 
Oh, California!



 

A wall flower in front of its own stone wall.

The wild flowers are only beginning to bloom.  We saw shooting stars and tiny white milk maids on their slender stalks.  Some blue and purple lupines are blooming and the yellow bush poppies and white ceanothus grace the higher trails. 
   
We enjoyed the soaring birds throughout the day. Co-incidently this morning's local paper has an article on the Pinnacles: "CONDOR COUPLE LAY EGG" the Monterey Herald headlines read.  A male condor residing in Big Sur where he was released in 2004, without the aid  of any internet or televised dating service, flew east 30 miles to court a  female condor who was released at the Pinnacles in 2004. Her egg is believed to be the first laid within the park boundaries in more than a century.  There is a condor cam you can check out on the park website.
 

We saw a good deal of large cat scat on the trail but made no sightings of bob cats or mountain lions.  I wonder if they sighted us.  I did bring home some baby bob cat postcards.   Purchases of postcards, books and cloth bags  from the Western National Parks Association located in a tiny hut where the ranger takes the entrance fee, support educational and scientific research programs at the park.

 

The sun had plenty of clouds to pop behind and we hurried a bit on our way down from the peak as the sun was dropping in the sky.  It was a dark ride home and as we neared the coast a heavy rain  fell.  The two and a half dry and light hours on the trail were a lovely way to spend my XXst birthday!

A Working Man's Sunset

At the end of the day...sitting on the wall above the sea.

A good days work has been done...

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Time to really stop and enjoy the view...

And say good night to the sun.

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Don't laugh at My ~New ~ Old Wood Burning Cookstove

We were just out taking a walk above the beach in town which is still closed off due to storm aftermath.

There was an estate sale in a classic red tiled hacienda and the only thing I wanted was this stove. 

This fits into the category of what historically my husband has called  "heavy dating." Our Sebastopol garden is home to many large rocks that were lugged home on unplanned "heavy dates."  For example, one time coming home from my brother Lloyd's Northern California ranch we decided to take the back roads. On a beautiful stretch of lonesome road near French Creek west of the north south highway 101 corridor we rounded a corner and there, right in the lane, was a lovely large egg of granite.  It was our civic duty to remove it and we had just enough room in the back of the car to nestle it in. 

So it was with this stove...we stumbled upon it quite accidently and couldn't go home without it. Fortunately it is not that big that  two people can't  handle it. Up and in it went, to the back of  our car. 

Is it in perfect condition?  No.  Do I have a place to put it right now?  Not really.  But it spoke to me.

My brother Steve understood right away.  It's an off the grid, when the power goes out, cabin in the woods, independence, camp out and bake hot bread relic.

I enjoyed reading about the history of the company that made this stove.

 As American pioneers moved westwards in the early 1800's west central Illinois was the new edge of the wilderness. The natural harbors on the Mississippi River were the first and fastest to grow in the region.  As people moving west couldn't quite carry everything with them they would need once settled  ( talk about heavy dating, honey load up the wagon)  hardware stores and general mercantiles were the going businesses of the day.   Allen Comstock moved to Quincy, Illinois and Timothy H. Castle  moved to nearby Adams county  in the mid 1830's and both of them started hardwares bringing in stoves by riverboat from New York and St. Louis to sell in their stores.

By 1846 Mr. Comstock opened a foundry and started making his own stoves. Other foundries also set up in the area  making that bend in the Mississippi the veritable Tigris and Euphrates of American stoves. It is recorded that more stoves were made in Quincy, Illinois in the 1800s than anywhere else.

In 1849 Allen Comstock left Illinois for the California gold rush leaving his brother Enoch in charge of the company. In the 1850s Timothy Castle bought into the stove foundry forming a partnership. During the American Civil War the company name changed to Comstock-Castle Stove Company and the Castle family took over the management of the business. The present management of the company is sixth generation of this Castle family.  In the early 1900s Comstock-Castle's logo claimed to be the "World's Largest Sellers." ( from company website)

During the depression years of the 1930's it was no longer profitable to make these small domestic stoves and natural gas had became the preferred fuel.  Wood and coal stoves were phased out of the company product lines. This one we found isn't any top of the liner, in fact it says "Economy" right on it, but as I said, it spoke to me and  I want to listen to the stories it will tell.  How old is this old girl? It had to have been made after the 1870's and no later than the 1930's.  I suspect it is one of the "later" models.  Maybe I'll contact the company and see if  they'll tell me more specifics.

Reading about the snowed on, snowed in folks out east this last month, no power, no heat, I bet more than a few households would have been glad to have a little woodburning oven to cuddle around with a kettle on the top and bisquits in the oven.

Well, back to work... I can't become a winning contestant in the American Idle Contest.

Mushrooms for St. Valentine's Day

This is what living on the coast for a few years has done to me....

I don't plan to eat any of the mushrooms, but after every rain shower they pop up everywhere and they are so varied and fantastic looking that they have invaded my imagination.  Couple the daily mushroom surprises with discovering the fun of the "paint" program on my computer and this is what happens.

Happy St.Valentine's Day. February 14th

a post script added 15 February

  I have fielded quite a few email questions about the microsoft paint program after posting this painting.

This is a picture I drew on a blank screen, no photograph was used.  It is a representation of many common elements in the environment where I live, but not any particular spot or certain tree.  Please remember not to use any of my work or images without my express permission. Thank you.

A Collage

I was invited to a 2 hour make a collage gathering. 

I could have poked along more slowly but there was a time limit to find, cut

and arrange images.  Of course I can figure out what it  all means at my leisure.
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Mushrooms, Books and a Backward Look. I'm on a Roll...

I took a little time this morning to scroll back though this web journal of mine.  I started it exactly thirteen (13) months ago on January 10, 2009.  On a near daily basis I have to reject automated comments with  strange advertisement  for products I would never discuss here, and occassionally get nice comments from friendly folk that actually read my blog, but I can only actually sit down to create post in those rare moments of confluence when both inner and outer contraints allow.  And of course, given all the things there are to do in the world, in a life, in a day, sometimes quite a few days pass without me writing or posting photos here even when I have scrawled away in my handwritten journal...well, you don't want to read that.  I'm a believer in making things fit for human consumption, so to speak.

But perusing  my archives this morning I find that I'm glad that I have stopped to leave this little trail of some of the places where my feet, mind and heart have trod.  So I will carry on...randomly spilling out on odd subjects.  This week I have been photographing the various mushrooms springing up all over the land outside my door. Want to see a picture?  I'm fairly certain that I have properly identified several  accurately, but I still won't be eating any of them.

Western Amethyst Laccaria ?

What else have I been up to...working of course...walking in between rain showers.  I did post  recently over in my write purpose journal.  I've been hand quilting a few nights a week.  I  have identified some fabrics to make some additional cloth bags, to remember to take to the grocery store.  I remembered three times to soak beans the night before I want to cook them  since I decided to eschew canned beans to avoid BPA.                                                                                                                                                               

I've been enjoying the hummingbirds in the flowers outside my window, the Pride of Madeira and Wild California Lilac. I planted some heirloom tomato seeds in little pots in the greenhouse even though I said last season that I should give up growing tomatoes on the coast. 

 I finished reading If You Want to Write A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit written and first published in 1938 by author and teacher Brenda Ueland (1891-1985) and wrote a little about it here.
 

 

That little label on the tea bag...it reads:"The whole life of man is but a point in time; let us enjoy it." Plutarch 46 AD -120 AD