Archive for July, 2012

July 28, 2012

The Fawns seems to be arriving a bit later this year. This Mama and Baby were sighted on the road just North of our Eureka home. Thank heaven for smart phones! Otherwise, I’d have missed this photo op all together. I was sitting there, so enjoying them, when some approached from the other direction and RATS – the turkeys honked their horn. The exit / escape began.

It’s been a rather interesting week, weather wise. Last Friday eve – while in the Yaak – an incredible wind storm blew through. We stood within the hoped for safety of our cabin and watch the trees bent at 90° angles. Actually, the first thing was hearing what sounded like fireworks, though knowing there was no one near. It the the sound of trees snapping / breaking. It was truly incredible. I stood there watching – probably with my mouth hanging open – and when I finally thought about taking a picture, the wind let up a bit and the trees righted themselves. We discovered LOTS of damage to trees in our area from the MicroBurst. It sort of followed the border and hit in Eureka, too. Some trees were simply totally blown over, pulling them up by the roots. One of those landed across our fence at home. Jery & I got it off the fence this morning — him cutting small sections at a time with the chain saw – and me dragging the cut off limbs into a clearing for burning in late fall. The only reason the fence wasn’t broken was because of the branches and leaves that were supporting it once it fell. Very large Ponderosa.

Two nights after the storm, we were back in Eureka and enjoyed the way the sunset lit up the clouds and mountains to our east.  Those mountains regularly take on the appearance of folds during sunset, though they aren’t usually pink.

I’ll head back to the Yaak with a special friend tomorrow for a couple of days, then home to get ready for the big quilt show next Saturday.  Then, the day after the show, I’m hosting a 4-night retreat in the Yaak — fun stitching with some terrific people.

July 7, 2012

How dare I wait SO long between posts! Really no ‘good’ excuse. Simply got caught up in Spring, Quilt Market, my new fabric line – Tulip Festival with Benartex, then Ireland as part of the McCall’s help team, home to enjoy the cabin (I was away from it for a month), and now home for a week! The cabin is rented from today until the 14th, so home we’ll be!

So — to attempt a ‘catch up’
At Quilt Market, which was in Kansas City this year, I displayed in a section of the Benartex booth. Market was made especially fun because KC is where I started. We lived there until I was 9. During that time, my cousin Linda lived only a vacant lot away from us, and we were steady playmates. Linda joined me in KC. The day after market ended, we rented wheels and toodled around. Great day with a dear friend. Market had another bonus — my son Serge joined me on Friday eve and we had a super visit, too.

Jery & I headed to Kalispell the day before my flight to Ireland – to enjoy a day with our Moms. Less than 10 miles south of Eureka, a deer nailed us. We limped my wheels back home and took it to a neighbor’s body shop. Then loaded in the pickup and set out again. Best news was that Denny had it all fixed when I returned home!

My friend Kelley traveled to Ireland with us.  She & I spent a couple of nights in NYC on the way, enjoying an evening at Jersey Boys and a full day working on next Springs collection with the stylist and artists at Benartex.  Then, off to Ireland.  Our 3rd day in Dublin was a ‘free’ day.  We found our way to the Jameson Distillery (chandelier of their bottles), took the tour, and both became ‘official’ Jameson Taste Testers.  The ONLY souvenir I brought home from Ireland was a bottle of Jameson for Jery – – carefully packed in my checked bag.

We had a 3 day tour of the Irish countryside before arriving in Galway for the quilt show.  The country is very pretty and green (rained a LOT!), and the Irish people are incredibly sunny – and full of charming weather jokes.  I especially liked their rock fences in the fields, which will be the same in Montana once our country is as old as theirs.  We, too, are overloaded with rocks, and we keep moving them —

Galway is a cute town – lots of ‘walking’ streets.  Though I think what I enjoyed the most was a pub crawl one evening.  This magnificent floor was at the first Pub.  You know — Guinness isn’t half bad.  I’m not a fancier of beer, but it’s pretty good.

Home again for a few days.  It’s rained in western Montana tons lately.  June was the wettest month on RECORD – ever!  The river through our property has been out of its banks 3 times this Spring.  We’re incredibly green – like Ireland.  Though it feels like summer has arrived.