A Little Rain

Last night, we fell asleep to the sound of rain.  The window in the bedroom was wide open and the biting, brisk rush of the weather fluttered the bed sheet against my cheek as I drifted off into dreamville.  This morning, I woke up fresh and early , traveled over to the dentist for a teeth cleaning, grabbed a scrumptious, creamy latte and drove up the mountain with the country music playing just a little too loud so I could check on the pussy willows and see if they’re ready for cutting yet.  Is there anything prettier than a pussy willow bouquet in the early springtime?  The willows weren’t quite ready for gleaning but it was wonderful to be up on Gibson Jack with the wind flying like knives and the trees groaning in the sun while the clouds were smoothing the wide open blue.  As always, it was such a good morning to be Idahoan.

I like all kinds of things right now.  Here’s a share-share:

If you need some bolstering and the feel of a big wide smile on your face, watch this.  Fuchsia pants?  Here’s a pair.  Get at it.  This is beautiful, I especially like the part about being tethered to the wind — press play.  All kinds of interesting things are being pinned over here.  Won’t you join me?  A friend and I were recently discussing Zuni bracelets and I want this one very badly.  Isn’t it beautiful?  I have about a million little earrings to list in the shop today, watch for them.  There’s something about being free from toques and scarves that makes me want to hang beautiful things in my ears.  Bless you spring and summer.  Bless you.  Lastly, I feel like I say this all the time and it’s so inadequate, but you’re so nice.  Thanks for being wonderful human beings.

xx

Comments

  1. My courage is a wild dog. And where DID you get that jacket?

  2. “i never stay level for long”….
    that’s me.

    these are the days, here, in alaska. unending sunshine and clear blue skies.
    these are the days it’s good to be an alaskan.
    [in my book: ALL days are good days to be an alaskan.]

    our catkin willows are budding out, also….

  3. beautiful in red!

    in corvallis, our pussy willows are in bloom – you know, past fuzz and on to pollen! you could make a map of willow budding with all our updates.

  4. Does it have a label? I’m wondering if it’s by Lia Molly.

  5. How wonderful! Reading your words is like getting the best of both worlds! I can imagine the glories of your springtime while experiencing the beauty of a perfect Victorian autumn. I went for a walk this morning and collected maple branches in the most incredible shades. (A bit like the colours in your jacket). The sky was a perfect blue – the sort that makes your heart swell. It’s going to be a magnificent day 🙂

  6. Whenever I see that jacket it makes me smile…and reminds me that I need to feed the hippo 🙂

  7. That jacket leaves me weak in the knees. As does a parcel of Idaho sage that left me feeling lighter in spirit. I thank you!

  8. If you haven’t heard it (or bought it) already, you might enjoy the new album from the Great Lake Swimmers “New Wild Everywhere”. There is some wordsmithing you might enjoy.