Welcome friends...thanks for coming by. We're seeking beauty in all of creation... in our faith and our families; our art and our music; our crafts and kitchens, and even in our own backyard. We'll share a poem or a recipe, a picture or a memory; maybe a dream of how we wish our life could be. And though we acknowledge that the world can be harsh, we're keeping it pleasant in our little corner; endeavoring to keep the words from the Book of all Books: ...Whatsoever things are lovely; think on these things.

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Showing posts with label Day Tripping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day Tripping. Show all posts

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Some days are like a song


Some days are like a song.
Today was that day.
Blue sky,
 quiet talks,
seagulls,
 salt air,
 life companions.




Downstream...by Supertramp

(Note: to hear this song, click the youtube link at the end of this post. Then close your eyes and daydream.)
 
Took a boat Sunday, down by the sea
It just felt so nice, you and me
We didn't have a problem or a care
And all around was silence, everywhere

You are the reason I was born
Be with you through all seasons
I'll always hear you when you call
We'll keep the love light shining

Through each night and day
A lonely life behind me
Oh what a change you've made

So down here on the ocean we will stay
Went through a lot of changes
Turned a lot of pages
When I took a boat Sunday






 


 
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Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Rainy Sunday at Bellewood

It's been a quiet first-day-of-Autumn Sunday here in the Rorvig household. Hubby rose early and took Baron to the woods for a run...Lazy me...I snoozed until 10. Pure luxury!

The rainy, blustery weather here was a reminder that we indeed have turned the page to fall; time for galoshes and knitted sweaters--steamy cups of herbal tea and toast slathered in jam.

When Hubby and Baron returned from the woods I suggested that we drive over to Bellewood Acres for lunch. I had a hankering for one of their turkey and Swiss sandwiches...besides, it seemed such a waste to ruin my leisurely Sunday with any kind of work!

 Bellewood is...well...it's many things. It's an apple farm, a bakery, a market,  a distillery, a place to take the kids to pick out pumpkins from the patch, and the perfect place to slip away on a drizzly day for lunch. I took my camera today because I had a hunch that the colors at Bellewood would be as scrumptious as their apple-cider sugar donuts. I was right about the donuts AND the colors...


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 

 
 
You can read more about Bellewood Acres at their website: www.bellewoodfarms.com
 
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Thursday, April 4, 2013

A Spring Party in the Valley















Today is overcast and the rain is drizzling on my windowpanes. But yesterday was perfect. A fine spring day. So I picked up Kayla and Kayden and we went off in search of tulips. April is tulip season in the Skagit Valley. Every spring, after a long dreary winter, the valley bursts to life in a symphony of color. I once read that Spring is nature's way of throwing a party. Indeed, this is one shindig you don't want to miss! Everybody comes dressed in their finest! Tulips of crimson, salmon, lipstick-pink and candystripes,,  hyacinth of cornflower blue, girlie-pink and lemony-custard-yellow arrive wearing perfume that smells of heaven, good-natured daffodils, and sweet narcissus were just a few of the attendees. And of course my grandgirls were the prettiest faces in the crowd!

Monday, September 24, 2012

The Mountains Shall Break Forth into Singing

Hubby and Baron and I went hiking on Mt. Baker last weekend. When we first arrived at Heather Meadows, there was heavy mist upon the mountain. Then the sun broke through the clouds and it was glorious! Indeed, the mountains were singing and the trees were clapping their hands. If the earth is His footstool, how beautiful must heaven be?
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help? My help cometh from the Lord which made heaven and earth.  Psalms 121

For you shall go out with Joy, and be led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing; and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.  Isaiah 55

He leadth me beside the still waters; he restoreth my soul...

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his namesake...  Psalms 23

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God...Psalms 46

They that trust in the Lord shall be as mount Zion which cannot be removed,but abideth forever. As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about his people from henceforth even forever.  Psalms 125

Many blessings to you this week!

Friday, August 3, 2012

Hoofing it up the mountain; Valderie, valdera...


While on our camping trip in the North Cascades, we took a trail up into the hills called Thunder Knob. I can walk for miles on level ground, but inclines are tough for me. So even though the internet data on Thunderknob calls it an easy walk, I beg to differ. And how they can say that it is wheelchair accessible is beyond my comprehension! I mean really, before you start to climb you have to forge two running creeks on logs and walk up a rocky dry creekbed! Wheelchair accessible? Really? Well anyhoo, we did the walk hike and even though I was huffing and puffing and sweating profusely, getting to the top was worth it. It's about 4 miles round trip, with an elevation gain of 635 feet. The elevation at the top is about 1875 feet.

 Pretty scenery. I have to boast here that I've worked at it and pretty much overcome a fear of heights. I won't stand on ledges or anything, but 5 years ago, I never would have gone up this hill. If you're afraid of heights and wondering how I did it; here's my process.
1. I stopped labeling myself as afraid of heights. If you insist on wearing a label; you shall have it.
2. I prayed about it.
3. I bought some good boots that have good traction. They make me feel steadier on my feet.
4. I went where I was afraid to go; resisting that erroneous voice that says, "You're scared. You're gonna fall. Go back!" It's a lie. Just thoughts, nothing more.
 Hmmm, these two don't look that tired...
 I sat on this log for some time when we reached the top. We'd been hiking in the midday sun, about 80 degrees, but here at the top it was much cooler and a stiff, pine scented wind was blowing.
 A nice view of Diablo Lake, the reservoir behind Diablo Dam. FYI, most of our electrical power flows from the 3 dams up here.
Here I am, all red-faced and perspiring; but I made it! Tip, wear a bandanna when you hike...it's great to mop up the sweat. Then when you get to water, you can soak it up and drip it all over your face and neck. Once I got to the top and sat down, I gave some serious thanks to God and to my body for getting me there. I told my body that I would take much better care of it, so that on future outings, things would go easier on it. I must get into better shape if I'm going to do the Camino de Santiago in 5 years! So girls; this will serve as my 'before' picture. I've been eating well, walking, biking, lifting light weights and doing yoga since that day. Keeping my vow to me!

This childhood song kept running through my head as we walked  (I was too winded to actually sing it);

I love to go a-wandering,

Along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.

Chorus:

Val-deri,Val-dera,
Val-deri,
Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Val-deri,Val-dera.
My knapsack on my back.

I love to wander by the stream
That dances in the sun,
So joyously it calls to me,
"Come! Join my happy song!"

I wave my hat to all I meet,
And they wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev'ry green wood tree.

High overhead, the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home
But just like me, they love to sing,
As o'er the world we roam.

Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh, may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky!


Monday, July 16, 2012

The Hovander Homestead

My last post was about Hovander Homestead with pictures from the barn. Today I'm sharing some photos of the house and gardens. The home was built in 1901 by Hakan Hovander, a Swedish immigrant and architect. He and his wife raised their 7 children in this 6800 sq. ft home which is situated on 260 acres along the Nooksack River in Ferndale, Washington.


The gardens are old-fashioned and very romantic. I didn't take too many pictures though, as I am becoming a little bored with photographing flowers. But this bean-pole birdhouse was just too charming to pass up! This would be fun to make, but I have to wonder if then birds would poop on the beans?? On the other hand, they'd surely help eat the bugs!

This charming succulent garden was planted in a birdbath that was tucked under some foliage.
Meet witch Hazel. She lives in a children's garden with about 10 other delightful scarecrows. She's my favorite. BTW...did you know that Witch Hazel is wonderful astringent that is effective for acne, psoriasis, hemmorhoids, eczema, and bug bites? The branches of the Witch Hazel tree is are commonly used as divining rods.


Love Mr. Broomstick scarecrow's flat top.


Saturday, May 26, 2012

Little Squalicum

My daughter and the kids are up from Portland. Today we went to Little Squalicum Beach. The view was lovely, but oh my, the beach was muddy!
The kids begged their mom to let them play in the muck...






Fortunately there is a creek that flows into the bay on this beach. We had to take the kids to the creek and wash the mud off. Next time I'll listen to hubby and go to Birch Bay--its a lot sandier!

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