It seems like every time the Trump administration does something really horrid, I end up crying — which is why I sometimes avoid the current news cycle — and why I also have a list on my smartphone’s notebook app called List Of Times The Trump Administration Has Made Me Cry So Far.
Other times, I feel I have to own it as much as possible and wallow in the horrid times we are living in, so I have created a soundtrack of some depressing pieces of music that match the general atmosphere.
Here are five of them.
This spring (April & May & June) I spent hiking along the upper and lower Hulls Gulch trails in Camel’s Back Park / Ridge to Rivers.
I saw many new flowers (including two new blue ones).
Recently, I got to spend two weeks at Craters of the Moon National Monument as part of the National Park Service’s Artist in Residence (AiR) program. This post contains a bunch of pictures I took of the wildflowers and geological features I saw — like lava tubes and cinder gardens — while I was writing about the park.
You guys! I got this really good idea about how to go about making life easier — and the solution is to have an extra arm.
It’s that simple!
(Excuse me, but I’ve had a lot of coffee.)
I have been reading a bunch of books about mushrooms in the Pacific Northwest, and I have found that mushrooms come in literally every color — even teal.
Also, that the most colorful mushrooms are most likely to be poisonous.
I’ve wanted to make some curtains for windows in my apartment out of some vintage Indian saris I’ve been stockpiling for a long time. I liked the look and idea of a window scarf or scarf valance but needed to be able to hang a window scarf / valance without a curtain rod or wall sconces since I am not allowed to hang rods over my windows or drill holes in the walls of my apartment.
I wanted it to kinda look like this only without a rod or sconces. Source
I decided to try to hang the saris by clipping metal drapery rings onto two inch nails and looping the saris through the holes in the rings.
Bettie the fifties housewife here.
I’m cooking for a dinner party.
There is nothing like cooking for a dinner party.
There is a part of me that will always love pests like pigeons or houseflies or starlings. It’s the part of me that thinks the maligned often have their own value, their own stories to tell when we get to know them.
After all, I once was that person in school. I was teased, as so many kids were teased, as being without value to my peers.
So when I see a maligned animal species that people have assigned as being without value to them (often through very little thought or speculation), I see myself in it.
Besides, there is something respectable, even heroic, in the scrappy survivor.
Here are some photos of this past November’s supermoon. I was sick when I took them & then I forgot about them entirely. But all times are celebrate the moon times as far as I’m concerned. So here they are in February.
My name is Bettie. I enjoy gardening and working on my cookbook of savory aspic recipes.