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May 27, 2012

The Campers

Each year, for The Farm Chicks Show weekend, lots of cute little vintage travel trailers pull into Spokane.

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Sisters on the Fly.

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And although I've never had a chance to scoot on down to Riverside State Park and pay them a visit during the show weekend (too busy!), I hear they have a hootin' and hollerin' good time. And who doesn't want to have a little bit of fun?

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But each night that weekend, after the show, I think about these ladies and their comradery and it makes my heart happy.

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Shouldn't we all have a chance to surround ourselves with the ones we love?

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All images courtesy of Karen Bates, The Vintage Bag Lady blog.

You can read more about their weekend last year here and here.

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May 24, 2012

Intuition

I've always believed that a special gift women are born with is their intuition and it's something I've relied on all my life. I will say that I think it's something that drives Colin crazy from time to time. "How do you know that?", he may ask. And sometimes I'll respond that I just trust my intuition. For a very smart, level-headed man with an accounting degree, that just doesn't make sense. And honestly, I know it sounds crazy, but it's what I believe. And after the summer of our incident, Colin believed it too. At least for that one day anyway.

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It was the middle of summer and our home that sat nestled into the hillside on Golden Hills Lane was roasting hot. With no air conditioning and cement siding, it just soaked in the sun and radiated heat. When the sun went down, the best solution was to open all the windows and doors and let the cool evening breeze blow off the prairie and through the house. But in addition to being a self-proclaimed intuitive sensei, I'm also a bit of a worrier (another trait we women are born with, right?!) and it freaked me out to have unlocked doors and windows. And because Colin is the wonderful husband that he is, he'd suffer through the heat and locked doors most nights.

On this particular morning, when Colin awoke, the house was unbearably warm. So he went throughout the house opening all of the windows and doors. And then he left.

At 7:00am I lay fast asleep, having a nightmare about two bears in the garden. It was one of those dreams that seems so real that I was awoken with a start. I sat straight up in bed and a sick feeling in my stomach pushed me to go look out onto the garden. I jumped out of bed and could feel the cool breeze on my bare feet.

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I made my way through the kitchen and to the sliding doors that lead out onto the deck that overlooked the garden just below. As I peered through the screen, I could make out the figures of two blurry men.

My heart stopped. And then it raced.

My contact lenses weren't in and I couldn't see well. I could see however, that their backs were turned to me and I had to make a split-second, half-asleep decision. Shut and lock the sliders? Run across the room and shut and lock the other sliders? Then all of the open windows too? Were the downstairs sliders leading to the boys rooms open too? I decided that any movement would draw their attention and I knew that I couldn't possibly close everything up before they could get into the house.

So I tiptoe-raced back to the bedroom and into the bathroom to put my contacts in. Hands shaking, feeling as if I'm in slow motion, feeling as if I'm in a dream.

Contacts in and seeing clearly now, I race to grab the phone and quietly race back to the sliders in the kitchen. I can hear Colin's voice in my mind, assuring me that I'm worrying unnecessarily. Surely they won't be there. Maybe it was just a dream.

They're still there.

Two scruffy men in flannel shirts.

They still have their backs to me and they're looking up the hill towards my neighbor's house.

I start to dial 911 and then I hear Colin in my mind again. What if they were meeting our neighbors husband that morning (he was always helping people with their cars) and for some reason they were just accidentally by our garden? So, I decide to call my neighbor instead and see if she's expecting company.

My neighbor answers the phone and I can immediately hear that I've woken her up. "Leilani, is Jeff expecting company this morning!?", I ask, in a loud panicked whisper.

Half-asleep, she answers no.

By this time, the two men are making their way through our field and up the hill towards her house.

"There are two men walking through the field from our house to yours", I tell her.

She groggily tells me that she's going to call her husband and she hangs up.

Heart pounding, hands shaking, I watch and wait for Leilani to call me back. It feels like a hundred years.

As the men reach the edge of her lawn, they immediately drop down on the ground and begin crawling towards her back door.

I race to call her back.

"CALL 911!!! CALL 911!" She screams into the receiver.

I call 911 and begin to explain our situation. And just as the men reach her back door, I can see something has grabbed their attention and they jump up and begin running for the trees and then towards the prairie below.

Before I know it, the hills are swarming with police from every direction. And they catch the men.

Turns out, there was a third, in a car, on the road between our houses. He had a police scanner and when our calls came in and the call was dispatched out, he radioed the two men who had just reached Leilani's back door.

The two bears men were arrested and it turns out they had long rap sheets and many weapons on them that day. The third man got away. But most importantly, we were all okay.

And, even if only for one day, Colin believed in my intuition too.

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May 23, 2012

Meet Harry & David!


373047_107320312648019_1972596316_n-1Last year I was lucky enough to visit the wonderful folks at Harry & David in Oregon. Not only was my visit to their company fantastic (and delicious!), it was eye opening as well. I love the fact that this company creates so many jobs and has such a commitment to being green - from their sustainable farming practices to daily operations and recycling practices within their facilities.

You can read about my visit through their amazing kitchens here and my tour through their orchards and packing facilities here.

And now, I'm so happy to announce that Harry & David is a sponsor of The Farm Chicks Show

We have some delicious surprises in store for the first 500 general admission ticket holders through the gates both days of the show, courtesy of Harry & David. And, Harry & David will be offering a special promotion to Farm Chicks show-goers and Farm Chicks readers! (I'll be posting their special promotion here on June 1st).

For now, I thought you might enjoy seeing this tour through the spring blossoms in the orchards at Harry & David:

and this video on Harry & David's extensive recycling program:

Stay tuned for more from Harry & David!

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May 22, 2012

Collecting: Honey Tins

One of my favorite collections is my honey tins. They're my go-to source for flower arrangements in our home. The old graphics are so cheery to me.

I found this tin at a yard sale in Spokane:

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This one from my friend, Dena, at the Mad Hatter Flea in Spokane:

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And this special tin was a gift from my good friend, Heather:

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May 21, 2012

Lilacs

I'd been dreaming of a lilac scented home. There's nothing quite like it really. So I headed out with my picnic basket to fill to the brim.

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And then, a sprinkle.

Drip. Drop. Drip.

So I wandered back home.

A canning jar and a pretty tin were all I needed.

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A little dream come true.

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May 17, 2012

Hello From World Headquarters!

Hello there! Things are hopping here at World Headquarters!

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Spring is in full swing here on the bluff and the view from my windows always makes my heart skip a beat. This is one of Byron's tractors that I was so happy to see he parked just outside my doors today. Byron farms our property for us and we adore him and his beautiful work. Farmers are such a gift to our world.

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I've been busy getting ready for The Farm Chicks Show. It's fun to see the old show posters isn't it? They're all here, except for the first two which were handmade by my sister and hang in a special place of honor in World HQ.

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Farm Chicks Show tickets all boxed up and ready to go!

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This final countdown to the show is always a busy one, but I love it!

Lots of love from World Headquarters to you!

 

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May 15, 2012

Our Walk

The sun's been lingering late into the evening, sort of like an old guest we love from time gone by, but just getting to know again. These warm nights bring happiness and hope for the season that's to come.

Tonight we set out past Byron's strawberry fields,

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past the old tree needing support in its old life,

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past the old fruit stand,

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and around the bend where we see our shadows cast by the sun.

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And then, the sun sputters out as the trees loom large as we walk on. Past the babbling brook,

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past Roenings Orchard drive,

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and around the pond with its water so rich and glassine.

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The trees are loaded with apple blossoms now. The wild roadside trees pull at my heartstrings - the underdogs - surviving, blossoming, and producing, year after year.

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The trees begin to thin as we make our way up the hill,

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and back into the sun.

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The air feels soft as a feather here, with wafts of fresh sprouting fields. This is the land of the free.

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And dreams are safe here.

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May 14, 2012

Mother's Day

Mother's Day on the Bluff was beautiful. I love those days when we're all home, just tinkering around.

I re-potted my gardenia plants. The smell of these beauties creates instant happiness.

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Colin cleaned the patio,

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helped me get the garden beds ready for planting,

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and labeled the plantings with his own special system. We're a team.

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One of the boys mowed the lawn and left mohawks everywhere. Sometimes teaching yard work takes special parental patience.

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We nibbled on roasted pistachios - it's been our official family snack this month.

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I set out the bouquets we picked up from the store earlier in the day. I love their colorful messiness.

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A find from the weekend found a new home on the kitchen shelf.

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We feasted on enchiladas with fresh tomatoes and avocado

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and strawberry shortcakes for dessert.

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It was a beautiful, homey sort of day.



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