Rainbow flower pot

I lose things pretty often. Sometimes I can be all que sera, sera about it, but once in a while the missing item will haunt me. It took me years to recover from losing the braided metal bracelet Aunt Micky brought back from a trip to the Pueblos. And I still well up when I think of the Bare Naked Ladies tour t-shirt I left at a track meet the week after I went to the concert. (I loved that damn shirt.)


I made a rainbow mosaic flower pot when we lived in Pullman, but it got lost in our mad-scramble move in Seattle that time we were evicted. (Good story, but not for right now.)

At first I blew it off, because it had taken only a day or so to throw the pot together, no big deal. I could always make another. But then I caught myself thinking about it over and over during the next few years. It turns out, I really had liked that stupid flower pot - I didn't realize I was so attached until it was gone.

And now I've made the replacement,* and it is glorious. It may be too hot to plant anything in it for a while, but at least it's done. I can rest easy.

Love, J

* When I say "I've made," I really mean "we," as my tiny munchkin hands aren't strong enough to break the tiles on my own. Thanks sweetie!

One nice day

We experienced an unprecedented aligning of the stars last Saturday when the hubs didn't have to work and we didn't have anything special that had to get done AND it was 80 degrees outside.


So we played. We spent the day digging around the garden and then he helped me work on the flowerpot mosaic I've had on my to-do list for about 3 years.



Later that evening we brought dinner to step-dad's house for an early Father's Day celebration.

4 sisters
+
their boys
+
baseball in the street on a hot summer night
=
the reason I moved back to Spokane

A few neighbors even came out to sit on their stoops and cheer us on; it was like we were in a Norman Rockwell painting.

When I'm having too much fun to run in and grab the camera and document things, you KNOW it's a good time ; )

Love, J

J-J-J-Juicy

Who is that handsome guy over there?


It's my husband! And what is he doing?


Picking grapes! In our very own backyard.


Bumper crop. What will we do with them?


I know who to ask...


Juice them! Of course. Grandma, you always have the best ideas.

He's a quick learner.


What a productive Saturday morning. And mmmm, juice...

We also made this flower pot, a few years ago.

Love, J

PS: Now we need to find a use for horse chestnuts. I know they're poisonous, but they still tempt me, they're so pretty. Maybe they'll just be our fall centerpiece?