Saturday, August 15, 2009

Plums A-Plenty........

Plums a-plenty.

Plums galore.

In every colander, bowl, and more.

A bag at every neighbor’s door.

There’s plum juice on the kitchen floor,

And Bill is outside picking more.

Golden plums in the golden sun.

Lining the branches, every one.

Branches cracking under plum plump plums.

Plums pureed for making jam.

Jars on the counter for a plum jam jam.

Plums a-plenty.

Plums galore.

I can’t believe there are so many more.

Plums in the garden.

Juice in my hair.

Golden plums with plenty to spare.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

We've been away....... the 'dry side' of Oregon.

Up and into the southern Cascade Mountain Range.....

And on over the mountains to the high desert where El Professor grew up.
Over the mountains where summer storms bring rumbling thunder and jaggy lightning, and where the 'cha-cha-cha' of giant sprinklers irrigating alfalfa fields lulls you to sleep at night.
Where bales of hay make the best play structures....
...and mustangs greet you at the corral.

Where grandpa is a cowboy and you can ride horses with the cousins....

...or shoot guns with dad......
...and drive the car on the outback country roads (even though you're not 15)...

...and where swimming holes are high desert rivers.
We've been away to a part of Oregon where the counties are huge but are populated largely by sagebrush....
...and tiny communities dot the landscape.
Where you can go way out in the outback, way out where the sagebrush expanse is like a sound sucking vortex, where it is sunny and so very quiet, and you can gather sunstones.
We've been out where the trees draw the line and give over the expanse to sagebrush and juniper scrub.
Out where the hills have names like 'The Coyote Hills' and 'Big Juniper', and giant escarpment fault block mountains rise up from the desert.

Where the desert rivers run into inland seas and evaporate. Many of the
giant lakes are 'dead' from alkali saturation.
We've been away, driving back west across the desert expanse into the Central Cascade Mountains where my parents' cabin can be found.... gather with sisters and more cousins.
A region loved by the populated 'wet side' of Oregon, where the summer crowds crush, and the 'swimming holes' include rather civilized pools.

A place where my parents' purchased a cabin 30+ years ago, and selling it is in the near future--if the economy cooperates.
A place where the crazy, old pink tandem is still ridden by the children, just as we rode it when we were 'the children'.
Where 'Fort Rock' is part of 'the lore' of the cousins, and they build and arrange the rocks each time we visit.
Where the sagebrush and Juniper scrub give way to the mighty Ponderosas, and the mountains are lined up, creating the division between eastern, stark, dry beauty and western, wet, lush beauty.

So much to see and do.
It was a great getaway.