Do you see this moon being swallowed by the evening fog?
A few hours ago when I was driving to Point Reyes Station it was nowhere to be seen, completely hidden by cotton candy clouds - I wish upon wish that I had the skill to take pictures while driving because you would have seen taupe hills capped by what looked like ice cream: strawberry ice cream scoops from God's own Creamery Shoppe.
What a sight!
Something very thrilling is happening in the hills surrounding my wee village:
Sonoma County is becoming Ireland. (!!!!!)
I was expecting a fully brown and sadness-inducing winter that made me pine painfully for spring, but...er....... look!!!!
The cow farm smell I endured to show these to you made me feel like the bravest set of nostrils in (or 'out of', I guess) town.
My goal was to get here:
Oh, my friends: if you ever visit we will drive to The Bovine Bakery and get a ginger cookie, rich with molasses and topped with organic granulated sugar.
Everything here is organic, sustainable and wonderful - they saved five ginger cookies for me
and now there are four.
Oh my goodness. That's about all I can say until you visit :)
There was also work done today: I made a few pairs of earrings using a gorgeous vintage brass chain that looks so much like snowflakes that I felt compelled to use slightly different shapes and sizes for the beads, while keeping the continuity of the mineral type:
We have amazonite:
And we have Serpentine:
I also finished two necklaces I've been working on, one of which blend handmade chain with some rather perfect commercial links, Serpentine and Turquoise rondelles:
And a little Guided and Protected necklace with an agate Bear fetish, the ultimate protector with a fierce heart and loud roar!
It can be worn with the bear against your chest or flipped around and worn with the words against your heart. Either way, it is endearing and special.
These pieces will be in the Metal Shop this evening and then I am off to make some good supper for our little family.
Side note: Janey is the one who has been peeing outside the litterbox, not that silly Jones as I had thought: I took her to the vet to rule out infection or crystals and they gave me non-absorbent litter for her to pee in so I could get a sample. One full day went by completely dry, then yesterday still nothing. I cried a lot to think I was causing this little innocent any pain or anguish.
Last night we sat with her in the kitchen where she was isolated and Anthony was singing popular songs to her, substituting subject matter to revolve around the joy of peeing. He also scratched around in her litterbox like he was a cat and he had me laughing so hard.
After two days of no pee, we relinquished the new box and returned her old one and she went immediately and copiously.
So it's behavioral, and we've got our work cut out. Wish us luck! I always said, "I will not have a house that smells like a litterbox" - unfortunately in renting this amaaazing (otherwise) house sight unseen, I got one.
I have poured Nature's Miracle everywhere. I have steamed every inch of carpet until my human nose wasn't offended. I have wrung my hands biblically and gnashed my teeth.
A move in April is imminent - the wet season brings all the gloriousness up out of the carpets and into their nostrils, giving ideas we don't want them to have.
If life was perfect, what would we have to keep us grateful for contrast????
Love to you all and a fine weekend ahead!!!