Heavenly Summer Days

As the warm, mellow summer slowly waltzes on,
the peonies are done pirouetting in my garden,
but they continue to delight my soul in photos.

There was an abundance of fragrant pink blooms this year,
and I rescued as many as I could before some strong storms knocked them down.





Roses, catmint, and clematis are gracefully swaying in their place now.

'Zepherine Drouhine"

'Mary' rose

'Henryii' clematis

Numerous gallons of cherries off our trees have been picked...

pitted...

and either made into pies or frozen to use during the winter.

Our organic vegetable garden is happily growing, too ~ and we're already enjoying
zucchini, yellow squash, broccoli, spinach, and peas for dinner.

A charming little Moroccan table is now gracing my living room.

I have wanted one for so long,
and love the bohemian look it has added to the room.
(Thank you, Rachel!)

My favorite blush pink roses on the work table in my studio,
where I've been very busy creating dream catchers and large wooden faux rosaries.

(Thank you to all of you who have asked me to create them for you.
It continues to bring me so much joy!
Email me if you'd like one.
I'm ready to create more!)

This is one of my favorite new dream catchers.

I had planned on naming it something having to do with angel wings,
but for some reason,
visions of snow geese kept fluttering around in my mind.
So, "Snow Goose" was born.

An all white creation with lots of wood beads, pieces of shells, and glass beads
that reflect the sky and beach,
woods and water ~
snow goose habitat.

I think this one is my favorite so far.  :)

Another new one is "Pink & Aqua"
which has a sweet, romantic look...

and is embellished with beads with a bohemian feel.

New "Lavender Fields" is a glorious vision of pale purple and lavender.

The smallest new addition to my collection is
petite little
"Prairie Clover"

A 5" ring of lavender colored sweetness.

More rosary orders are being completed and mailed out to happy friends.

As I work in my studio,
fragrance softly wafts around the room from
sweetly scented stock...

and romantic roses.

My sweet Sophie quietly watches...

while my darling Maizie dreams of sleeping on shabby chic pillows.

Summer days are blissful here at Heaven's Walk.

We are richly blessed.

~  Blessings  ~

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An Old Ladder and a New Pitter

Good morning, ma cheri! 

Ok. Ok. So I can't speak French...much less write it.

(Even though, according to my ancestry, I am part French -  

which is probably where my love for anything shabby and vintage was born).

  

I am also not a cook...or a baker.
I will never claim to be nor will I pretend to be.  

I leave that all up to hubby.

Oui.  Je suis chanceux femme... 

But I can pick cherries. We have red sweet cherry trees as well as white ones on our property - and it was time for moi 
to climb that old rickety ladder propped in the cherry tree in the back meadow.
 (Hubby conveniently disappeared on the golf cart to places off yonder.)

I grabbed my favorite "pickin' pot' sweetly adorned with "Simple Pleasures" on it, and made my way out there.

Climb like a monkey...I did not.
But slowly, carefully, and tentatively  
(the old woman in me squealing all the while to think about what I was actually doing
- are ya carazy?!!)
making my way up that creaking thing til I could reach those delectible treasures. I kept telling myself it was totally worth it, and wouldn't a cherry pie baked by hubby be sooo nice, and it won't take long to pick enough....just onnnnne more.....

With my feet safely planted on God's green earth again
(whew! thank you, Lord, for quieting that screeching old woman inside my head),
it was time to make use of the new pitter (or stoner as it's also called) that I recently acquired for about $25 at Amazon.com.

Cherries washed....check.  Cherries checked for bugs....check.  Cherries ready to pit....check!

Let the pitting begin!  Drop a few cherries in the upper bin, slam down the tall doohicky which pierces the cherry as the pit drops in the lower bin and the cherry drops into your dish.

Ha! I can do this! I got into the rhythm of it and it went quite fast.
Drop, slam, drop, slam, drop, slam.
Hubby (conveniently) popped his head in the back door and said, "I hear someone pitting!"
"Spitting? I'm NOT spitting!" was my quick and witty retort.
"Funny woman....." was his.

No, there weren't enough this time for the cherry pie hubby offered to make
(like my diet needs that, and besides, I was NOT going to awaken that 
squealing old woman again to pick more cherries),
but there was certainly enough to mix in with our favorite vanilla yogurt for dessert tonight.

And if you're wondering......why the French-like take on this post?



Ummm.....I haven't a clue.

Au revoir!

~ laurie