Saturday, November 7, 2009

Good Night Moon

Five of our dogs sleep in the bedroom with us. The four little girls all sleep in their crates downstairs and Tsar likes to sleep in the front hallway. I do catch him snuggled up on the couch some mornings but he starts out in the hallway.


We have three dog baskets, three flat dog beds and assorted pillows on the bedroom floor. There is also an easy chair and a hassock.


We bought this huge stuffed dog for Noah to cuddle up with.


Noah doesn't get a chance to sleep with the big dog. Morgan likes it.


Samba likes the big dog, too. She starts out the night on our bed sleeping across my feet. She gets too warm and gets down to sleep on the tile in the bathroom. Toward morning she gets back on the bed beside me.


Morgan usually sleeps in a basket, but if there's a storm in the area, she gets on the bed between Rob and me for protection.


Noah starts out on the floor at the foot of the bed, but soon gets in his basket for the night.


Sky starts out in his basket, but he gets warm and moves into the bathroom to cool off on the tile.


He also likes to sleep on the hassock beside the bed.


Fudge likes to make himself comfortable on the bed. He wants to sleep in the middle of the bed and doesn't think he should have to move to the foot.

When I make him get off, he sleeps where Monty used to sleep, on the floor beside my side of the bed. I think he's taking over Monty's job of protecting me.


Or maybe, it's just easier to get back on the bed when I'm not looking.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Better Than Prozac

Look at that face. Does it make you smile? It's the face of my favorite piece of sculpture, Frog Baby.


I first met Frog Baby when I was living in Myrtle Beach, SC. She stands in the center of the pool in the small sculpture building in Brookgreen Gardens in Murrells Inlet, SC. She is the creation of Edith Barretto Parsons 1878-1956 and she is a most delightful little girl, totally naked, with her head thrown back and a look of sheer joy on her face as she holds her froggy friends in each hand. It is impossible not to smile back at her.

As many of you know, I suffer from seasonal depression. It begins in the fall and peaks in January. It's often accompanied by severe migraines. Anti-depressant drugs don't work for me and I've had to learn how to cope on my own. One of the best things is to surround myself with things that bring me joy. Frog Baby does that. I can't help feeling happier when I look at her.


Edith Barretto Parsons sculpted a number of pieces with small children and animals. here is Duck Baby.


Very similar to Frog Baby is this piece called, what else, Turtle Baby. Besides the gleeful face, look at the toes and the chubby knees. If you don't smile at these little girls, you definitely need help.


I try to surround myself with happy things and Samba is one of them. Samba feels my moods and stays close by when I need her.


Fudge is a little less attuned to my moods, but he's a clown and will try to make me laugh, even if he does wind up stepping on me or knocking something out of my hand in doing so.


When it comes to irresistible faces, Morgan wins. How can one not feel better when looking at her.

Last year at Christmas I was trying to find something special for Rob. I try each year to surprise him with something totally unexpected. I hit it big.


I found this fountain for our fish pond. This is Snail Baby. Obviously, it's a copy of Edith Parson's work, and the face isn't quite as sweet as her pieces, but I love it and it's going to have a place of honor in our pond when it's completed.


It has the same effect on me that Frog Baby does. It makes me smile.


When I feel blue, I'll be able to walk into the back yard, sit by the fish pond and look at Snail Baby's joyful face and I know I'll feel better.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Art In The Yard

Last year we had new doors put on the house. For the front, back and side doors on the main floor we chose a style with pretty glass in them.



As you know Rob has been rebuilding our deck. It started as a minor repair, to replace two boards and turned into a complete makeover. The deck is almost finished and looks great. For the safety of the dogs we have gates at the top and foot of the deck stairway and we decided to put a gate across the front entrance to the porch. Rob built all the gates and for the front he wanted something decorative to compliment the doors.


He built this gate. The posts are metal tubes and he did the stained glass himself. He's never worked with stained glass before, but he had so much fun with it that he's going to do another piece for the back gate. This one represents the moon.


This gate is at the top of the steps going from the deck into the back yard. He drilled the holes to let light and air onto the steps.


This is the gate at the foot of the steps into the yard. He's drilling holes into this one, too. Then he plans to do a stained glass piece representing the sun near the top of this gate.

Rob is an abstract artist and I used to sketch and paint, though now I stick mainly to fiber arts.
As I was watching the progress on the last gate, I started thinking about the other art we have around us. We have some on the outside of the house.


This fellow was an orphan. His owners had put him at the side of the street with their trash waiting for the truck to pick him up. Rob noticed him as he was driving by and stopped for him. We adopted him and he likes to sit by the tower sticking his tongue out at the dogs. He was a little worn and scarred, but that's OK, who isn't?


This small fellow is obviously playing pipes, but Rob calls him Saint Sandwich. He usually spends the summer in the flower garden.


This big boy is my favorite. He's a little over two feet tall and very heavy. I love his little hooves and his worried expression. He also sits among the flowers in the summer, but I'm thinking of finding him a special place on the deck next year.


Our frog seats were intended to sit near the fish pond, but until the pond is finished they live under the oak tree.


There are a pair of them and I like their placid expressions.


The tree face watches over the yard. We've had a few problems with him. Bailey can just reach his mouth if she stands on her back feet and stretches out her leg. She knocks it off, then hides it. I have to wander around the yard looking for it. The squirrel also steals features. Last week he took one of the eyes and I found it on the woodpile.


This piece used to hang on the deck at our Maryland house. Now it has a place of honor in the garage. It looks a lot like our dog Pylon who was the dog we adopted just before we were married.


We have a lot of windchimes. I've already taken some of the more delicate ones inside for the winter, but there are a few still hanging on the deck. These frogs will go inside soon to wait till spring.


This fellow stays out year round.


When the wind blows we get lots of music .


The big one is a Mongolian yak bell. Imagine wearing that thing around your neck.


Next year the plans are to build a pergola in the corner of the deck to house a lot of the chimes.


We have a sundial that used to live in the back yard. We were afraid that a dog running by would injure himself, so we now have it on the deck. We're trying to decide on the perfect place for it.


This little chime has a lovely sound. It hangs in the oak tree and we can hear it from the living room.


Our largest piece of garden art is this huge arch. It was the first piece we bought together. It was the first prize winner at an art festival and weighs over 500 pounds so we're looking for a permanent place for it in the yard. Right now, as you can see, it's getting a face lift. The old paint was chipped and flaking off so Rob has sanded it down and put a new topcoat on it. Once we get the concrete base poured for it, we'll bolt it in place and give it a shiny new coat of paint.

I recently made a purchase that I'm very pleased with for the fish pond, but I'll save it for the next post.

23 Years

Today is our wedding anniversary.

Twenty three years ago today, at 10 AM in a farmhouse in Mexico, New York, Rob and I were married.



We had a small ceremony and party afterwards with about fifty family and friends attending.



Rob and I planned the entire event ourselves from Pennsylvania where we were living and my Aunt, Uncle and cousins in New York helped us bring it all together.

So much has happened in the last twenty three years, yet it seems like only yesterday.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Weekend Reminder


Don't forget to stop by Dogs-N-More and see all the scary canine characters that are begging for treats today. Prepare to be terrified!!

Friday, October 30, 2009

Halloween

Halloween is here again. Rob loves the holiday, I've never been fond of it. As a chocolate addict, however, I do see some reason to acknowledge it.

I thought you might like to see some of the ways we've celebrated Halloween since we've been married.


This is Mr Punk Man, who I introduced last week. Unfortunately, he didn't survive till Halloween. He was carved a little too early in the month, but we had some fun with him while he was here.


Rob enjoys carving pumpkins each year and one year when we lived in Maryland he did these.


One of our favorite pumpkin pictures was the year we adopted Bentley. He came to live with us on October 15 and was about six weeks old at Halloween. He was too little to climb the stairs, but he was fascinated by the pumpkin.


Rob liked to dress up and go trick or treating with our neighbors kids. Here he and my friend Sue's little daughter are applying their makeup at our kitchen table.


Rob put black and purple and green lumps on his face, then pulled a stocking over his head. Then he put on a hooded sweatshirt and pulled the hood up so just the lumpy colorful face showed. He scared a lot of the littler kids on the block.


While we lived in Maryland we visited the grave of Edgar Allan Poe in Baltimore. This was his first headstone.


The school children of Baltimore collected money to buy him a new larger headstone. It's in the same old cemetery. If you're near there, the tour is a lot of fun, especially around Halloween.


I don't usually dress my dogs for Halloween, but this year I put a bonehead hat on Fudge for pictures. As you can see he didn't think much of the idea.


Fudge has a high opinion of himself and doesn't consider himself a bonehead. He was pretty unhappy as he posed.


Since Mr Punk Man didn't last, Rob wanted to carve another pumpkin. This is his idea of a Pumpkin Water Dog.


It appears to be a very sad PWD.


Here it is with it's big ears.


Here it is finished with ears and a tail.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

I Think I Can

A strange thing happened today. It stopped raining and the sun put in an appearance. It was the perfect day to bob for apples.


Rob cut the apples in quarters.


Noah was the first to try.


He got one right away.


It tasted delicious.

Norma Jean stuck her face in the water and caught an apple.


Tess wanted an apple and gave it a try, but she had trouble catching one.


Bailey came over for a try.


Bailey snagged an apple immediately and took it off to enjoy it.


Tess was still trying.


Morgan grabbed an apple on the first try.


Tess was having a really hard time. Everyone else was grabbing apples, chomping them up and coming back for more, but she was still trying to catch one. My instinct was to help her, but Tess lacks confidence and I know that helping her isn't what's best for her.


Noah was back for the third time.


Morgan was on her fourth apple.


Fudge was looking over the apples to select the right one.


No cheating, Fudge.


He made a grab and snagged an apple.


Noah was back yet again.


Samba made it look easy. She just stuck her head in the water and got one.


She laid down to savor hers.


Fudge is back for another try.


Tsar doesn't like the water and told us that he wanted an apple but had no intention of geting wet.


Rob handed him his apple.


Sky also doesn't like to get his head wet, so he sat up nicely and was handed one.


He enjoyed it without getting wet.


Finally, Tess grabbed an apple. She didn't give up even though she had a much harder time than the others.


That was the best tasting apple!! She went back and tried again and by the end of the game she had eaten three apples. Great job, Tessie.