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2025-05-29 08:40 am

Saddle Mountain, Oregon coast range, end of May

Josh is training for a European hiking trip and was anxious to get some elevation and miles in, but it was in the high 80s in Portland this week. So I suggested heading to the coast range, where temps would be cooler. Saddle Mountain (Swallala-oost) is a 1800 climb over 2.4ish miles, so less than 5 miles total.

It's my favorite hike in Oregon probably, at least in terms of beauty. I enjoy Dog Mountain more for different reasons. But Dog is east in the Gorge, too hot and dry in this weather.

At the top of Swallala-oost, one can see several mountains: Rainier (Tahoma), Helens (Loowit), Adams (Pahto), Hood (Wy'East), and Jefferson (Seekseekqua), as well as the pacific ocean.

This climb requires some tenacity - it is very steep and rocky at the top, there is a metal grate over the rocks for about the last mile of the trail to help keep humans from slipping. It would be excessively difficult to traverse without those grates. It's hard enough with the extra help.

This is a very special and sacred place. There are rare endangered flowers and butterflies that flourish here and only a handful of other nearby secret protected places. My beloved shooting star flowers are here, a very individualized rare type that cannot be seen anywhere else.

Josh loved all the flowers.

We did this after work, he was able to sneak out early at 3pm for the drive. We hit zero traffic, perhaps it was light because we just had a holiday? We were on the trail and already climbing by 4:45pm and done by a little after 8, after spending a good half hour relaxing on the summit, and stopping for a few photos.

When I do this hike alone I usually head to the beach afterward to dip my hot tired feet in the ocean, but we wanted to go straight home this time (he still had a little bit of work to finish before bed), which was nice because I didn't have to drive in the dark - when we're this close to summer solstice, it doesn't get dark until close to 10pm. It's really nice.








Josh napping on the bench lol




shooting star flower


shooting stars


wood sorrel


fawn lily


western bleeding heart


curly cute ferns


Our native iris


inside-out flower, one of my absolute favorites, it's just so cute!

Josh was bemused that the people he invited said the drive would be too treacherous, complaining of dirt/gravel logging roads, but the windy one-lane road off the highway is entirely paved and quite pleasant, actually. Or they said it would be too steep and dangerous. But Josh decided when we had the summit to ourselves for half an hour, that it was better that people were afraid, just means we get the place to ourselves. :)



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Unrelated: the Big Bear Valley eaglets are doing great. It will be bittersweet to see them fledge.

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2025-05-25 09:06 pm

silks at age 50

Here is a lil video clip of me playing on silks during my 50th birthday trip to the forest, with Josh and Tyler last week.

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2025-05-18 10:29 am

GRLO

Meant to post this a while ago.

I get to go back to this lookout on Tuesday, through Friday. My body feels like it might be able to do more silks while I'm there.

Fika is our favorite coffee shop in Sisters, a small town in central Oregon, just found out last visit that the owner is from Portland, which makes sense.

These towers are highly competitive to rent and I feel very lucky over the years to be able to snag reservations, they open 6 months in advance at 7am and hundreds of people are all trying to book at once.

I had a strategy that has worked well for me since 2020 (that year, they canceled all of my reservations for covid except a single night, on my birthday. which is today btw). I've had it for my birthday the last three years, and this visit is just a couple days after, so it feels like it counts.

BUT. So far I have not been able to get a single reservation since. No strategies seem to be working. Certain timing strategies seem to fail. Less popular weekday openings are just as impossible as weekends, now. I couldn't get any for June and then also zero for the fall, despite many many many sleepless early morning attempts. I don't have a single reservation for any tower for the rest of the year, which is highly unusual. So, part of me fears that this might be my final visit, here. I'm not sure if it's just gotten too popular or if some sort of system has been put in place that somehow blocks me out? The reservation software is always changing. I can only sort of hope that maybe it updates again and I'm able to figure out how to keep renting. It would be very very sad to lose this part of my life.





































During this trip, Tyler and I relaxed a lot, I brought tons of food so we were well fed. We walked the Green Ridge trail, Tyler studied and I read and doodled in the tower. One night, I was lying in bed unable to sleep, and saw a huuuuge fiery meteor, commonly called a "fireball," clearly visible and super bright even though I wasn't wearing my glasses.

The sky out there is so spectacularly beautiful. And the mountains. And the forest. Lots of birds and butterflies, lizards and squirrels. A couple of ticks but not the dangerous kind, thankfully. I found a single fairy slipper orchid along the Metolius river, and Tyler found the prized King Bolete mushrooms, which I'm still enjoying the fruits of.

The boys are joining me for just one night at the tower, and then have to head home for work and school. I will stay and hopefully get some regenerative recovery time.
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2025-05-09 09:13 am

stolen child

Comforting myself with old Torchwood scenes. This was the 5th episode, as if I wasn't already hooked on Captain Jack Harkness (I'd already fallen in love with him from Dr Who).



I mean, letting children run off with the faeries, in order to save the world? Yes, please.

(There are all different manner of faeries. Some are indeed terrifying. They have to be.)

(PS: If it helps ease the pain of the mother's weeping, know that she was allowing the child to be abused at school and by her step-father.)
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2025-05-04 12:44 pm

no shortcuts

Spent hours this morning working on a playlist for the upcoming drive to the fire tower lookout. This will be put to use all spring/summer, it's hard work but nourishing. I'm just on the first draft, but, found a really nice reward here, while digging around for new songs - this one is like a little warm latte on a wooden deck under shade, or a cat curled in a lap, or dappled sunlight through green leaves and crisp mountain air.



We were drivin in the country woods and we didn't know why we were there.
Well maybe we were runnin from the big city or maybe we were runnin to the mountain air.
And then we came upon a cabin of a diner and oh, how they did stare.
I said "Hey...
what's the quickest way to your Motel 6, out in these sticks?"
Said "Hey...
we're feelin kinda weary, we been drivin all day and we need a place to stay."


And they said "Baby there aint no shortcuts on your way.
Baby there aint no highways in these parts.
You know baby gonna have to drive yourself down every little windy road,
If you really wanna get to where you're goin."

Well I was sittin on the therapist couch and I didn't know why I was there.
Well maybe I was runnin from the big issues or maybe I was runnin to a listenin ear.
And then I came upon a maze of emotion and oh, how I did fear.
I said, "Hey...
what's the quickest way out of this mess to that happiness?"
Said "Hey...
I'm feelin kinda weary, I been cryin all day and I need a little break."

And they said "Baby there aint no shortcuts on your way.
Baby there aint no highways in these parts.
You know baby gonna have to drive yourself down every little windy road,
If you really wanna get to where you're goin."

Well I was sittin in the meditation hall and I didn't know why I was there.
Well maybe I was runnin from the noise outside or maybe I was runnin to the stillness there.
And then I came upon greed, hatred and delusion and oh, how I did fear.
I said "Hey...
what's the quickest way to freedom and love, how do I rise above?"
Said "Hey...
I'm feelin kinda weary I've been sittin all day with my mind in disarray."

And they said "Baby there aint no shortcuts on your way.
Baby there aint no highways in these parts.
You know baby gonna have to drive yourself down every little windy road,
If you really wanna get to where you're goin."
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2025-05-02 09:51 am

something I wanted to post on social media but then thought better about.

hey friends, wondering if there is a ladies book or art or knitting group that meets regularly and might have room for a newbie. my activity-based social bonds have collapsed due to early onset arthritis, now that I can't dance, skate, rock climb, or run. friends my age have no interest in meeting consistently as a group. I think because I lost my parents early, have no generational wealth or ties, and have no children, I am more like a 70 year old than a 50 year old, in many ways.

at my age, being childfree and parentless, with no house or inheritance, I feel like I am waiting for all of my 40-something friends to lose their parents before they realize that community is also important. very few of them will leave their homes to socialize, and my activity-based social groups have collapsed as I can no longer dance or do intense exercise with my early-onset arthritis. I feel like I am waiting for people to catch up, given the losses and trauma I've had to endure, and without religion or children or family, it's very difficult to construct meaning or a sense of belonging without a circle of women who are willing to meet regularly. I think this, along with my physical problems, are contributing significantly to my increased clinical depression symptoms, although I know menopause is also a factor.
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2025-04-30 09:16 am

Hiking day.

Feeling a bit blah. It's such a gorgeous day and I am planning to go hike Dog and I'm so excited to go, but I'm also sad Tyler is not around to join me and it will be warm so I'm a little nervous about overheating. But I can just go slow, and bring water. I got a new water bottle as my old one wandered away last summer at some point.

Yesterday silks was really fun. There was all kinds of craziness - ladder balancing, tall unicycles, short unicycles, juggling, Dutch and Angela doing their crazy perch and spin tricks, adding new stuff, they are famous now for their very unique and insane skill set. Circus is cray. It was so fun. Raven and I were just kind of in awe and very distracted while working on our aerial a little bit, which seemed embarrassingly tame in comparison, but, nice circus ambiance I suppose lol.

Yesterday's counseling was sort of sad. My therapist is very tuned into emotional expression, moreso than words, and he noted that despite all of my hopeful descriptions of what's going on in my life (I was really excited about my fairy hair class going so well and that I've got more teaching lined up and am feeling very reassured about this new stream of income and also it's Beltane season and the weather is beautiful and we've been outdoors so much which is so enjoyable), he noted that my expression was a bit flat. He can tell I am still depressed. I am still not eating great, I am sleeping extra and eating extra, I am not grooming or taking my supplements, I am not feeling at all sexy. He's right, yes.

It's just so hard to function well when everything hurts. My new fun symptom is crepitus in my neck that is so loud it startles me, 3-4 times a day, if I happen to turn my head just wrong to like say, look at my cat. :(

I am still working through "the depression book" and it's still comforting but not really helpful. He has a whole chapter about meaningfulness in human life and it just fell flat for me. He's exactly like me, I should be thrilled. He uses magic to make his own meaning and place in the world. Some people use other things. Religion or some amorphous other "purpose" - we use magic. As legit as anything else, when it comes to human experience. But it does nothing to ease my sense that there's not actually really any point to anything, other than what we decide is the point. Which rings hollow. I don't want imposed outside meaning, but I want something greater than myself, and magic is such a personal, internal experience. I mean, yes of course we can share it and that's what we do, it's inspiring and fun, I know for a fact, I have been told explicitly and I know there are many many more people who have never told me that my influence has transformed their lives (I'm referencing all the people who sparkle for a living or at least part-time to boost their income and enjoyment and quality of life and tell me so, who have learned from me and/or been inspired by me), that counts. But it still doesn't feel like enough to get me through the day? Maybe that's just the depression talking. Josh and Avalanche get me through the day. Tyler and Cynthia get me through the day. Wildflowers and mushrooms get me through the day. Oceans and mountains get me through the day. Coffee and biscuits get me through the day. Sparkles are work. Joyous, delightful work, but still work. I do that to facilitate communion with wildflowers and mushrooms.

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Need to box up and order. I was going to do calendaring this morning but it makes me feel nauseated to even think about. Maybe just one quick check and then I'll pivot to making Josh the pizza I promised him and packing up the order and packing up for the hike.

I also need to do inventory, that's actually more urgent. I should do that and save the calendaring for tomorrow, maybe.

Tonight is Hexxennaucht, tomorrow is Beltane, Josh is flying away and I will have the weekend to tend to myself and clean the apartment, it'll be nice. I have no work booked but that is okay. Tyler and I are leaving for Green Ridge on Monday and I'm stoked. Can't wait can't wait. I get to go again later in May for my birthday. So excited.

I did wash my face and brush my teeth last night. That is something. I'd love to make myself shower this morning or tonight if I can.

The depression book has this moment where the author talks about seeing a bluebird for the first time. The way he describes it is so sweet. I also felt astonished the first time I saw one. The shade of blue they are doesn't look real. It's so shockingly beautiful on such a diminutive scale, it's hard to describe. I like his reaction:

...the bird that as Naturalist and writer John Burrows put it, "carries the sky on its back and the earth on its breast," had always been a ghost in the past. Another story of my mom's childhood, as magical and absent as the grandmother I would never meet.

Some intro text )

There, perched on a spindly tulip poplar sapling, was an eastern bluebird.

It was ridiculous.

It was like an escapee from a Disney movie.

A fairy, glimmering in broad daylight.

It was just a bird, sitting there, looking like it was right where it was supposed to be.

It
was right where it was supposed to be.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and took dozens of terrible photos, trying to document the event like a Bigfoot sighting. Like a two-headed buck had emerged from the woods muttering prophesy.

The bluebird twittered and flew to some honeysuckle, joining three more of its kind. I stared. Was this important news? A discovery? I wanted to call my mother.


-Jarod Anderson, Something In The Woods Loves You.

(He goes on to describe learning that eastern bluebirds were relatively commonplace in this area, feeling a wave of guilt and stupidity and self-rebuke for thinking they were rare, and then digging further and discovering that 10-20 years ago, they were extremely rare, but that a big push of grassroots conservation efforts had greatly restored their numbers.)
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2025-04-27 07:38 pm

Trillium.

"Something in the Woods Loves You" aka "the depression book I've been reading" by the poet and author of the Cryptonaturalist podcast has been nice so far, a little hard in places (chapter 7 was not the best listen for a wildflower hike on a crowded trail full of disrespectful wildflower pickers) but so far pretty resonant, even though the author is male, a bit younger than me, and comes from a fairly different backwoods Ohio upbringing compared to my urban childhood experiences, oh and of course his parents are still alive, but, both of us somehow made it to college and grad school and both of us have had severe depression for a long time. He is not religious and that makes all the difference, even though he says he is "at peace" with death which is hard for me to fathom ever being.

Anyway. He names his chapters lovely things, like "Blue Heron," "Grey Squirrel," "Red-Tailed Hawk," "Sugar Maple," "Morels," and such.

Chapter 8 is called White Trillium.

omgggggggggggggggggg.

This chapter is everything. Like every word of it.

I mean, it's basically set in April. This book is, I am realizing now, being told starting in winter and moving through the seasons in sequence, so White Trillium is set basically in April. When trillium blooms.

He quotes TS Eliot in this chapter, "April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

Portland exploded in lilacs last week and the week before. They are still going, maybe one more week left.

Anyway.

All of my wildflower hikes this month and in March have included trillium. This is a very special and prolific and sacred flower, here in the pacific NW. It takes two years to germinate, after being planted by ants, 7-8 years to mature and flower, and often the entire plant dies if the flower is picked. (I have never picked a trillium. Something told me not to looooong before I knew it would be deadly to the plant to do so. It would not look or feel right to remove it from its shady cool low to the ground setting. The contrast of the white against the deep damp dark earth colors are part of its magic. I rarely have ever picked any wildflower. I prefer to take photos.)

It's just hitting all the right places and notes with me, right now. All of the reasons why depression springs up so readily in this culture, and all the ways our culture disallows us to seek help for it when we are afflicted with it. All the ways we are trained to loathe ourselves for our inherent weakness and failure for having it at all. The deepest and most inescapable shame. How exposing this shameful side of ourselves, our need for help, seems more daunting and painful than suicide. It's more complicated than that, but in general, I just feel... a massive sense of relief, reading this chapter. I feel it is something I will hold close to my heart for a long time.

Something in the Woods Loves You by Jarod K Anderson
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2025-04-24 09:21 am

busy thursday

got a kitty on my lap, need to get up and cook for Josh and go to werk oops. But she's so cuuuuuuuuute.

Still very anxious and depressed, but I ate a little better yesterday (still including half a bag of crackers but also lots of veggies and fruits) and I feel good at the moment. I think the hiking helped even though it didn't feel great in the moment. It's peak wildflower season in that area and the trail was packed, and people were rude. Need to sweep and shower and get moving. My work got all booked up thankfully, so now I have a very full busy day ahead of me. But I have tomorrow off! So it's all good. As long as I can pace myself I might even make it out dancing tonight. My feet feel pretty good considering. I am excited about this.
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2025-04-24 09:15 am

LCO

wildflower hike fotoz....

















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2025-04-24 08:53 am

Lyle's Cherry Orchard

Wildflowers help. The Columbia Gorge has a singular kind of magic.
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2025-04-21 05:05 pm

why don't they though.

omg was just listening to Jeff Norcross on NPR on the drive home, talking about the news headlines in his quick professional style, going "defense secretary this" and "harvard is suing that" and "pope francis this" and in exactly the same style without skipping a beat, "and why don't bats just slam into each other?" ..... "this and more..." lololololol.
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2025-04-19 04:16 pm

sparkly but ouchie saturday.

Been in so much pain. Skipped silks today. My hands hurt so much. My hip is also flaring up, and the spot in my back that has hurt on and off ever since that lead climbing class two years ago. Sigh.

I wanted to make hot cross buns for easter but that requires kneading and I can barely do dishes right now, so I just made soda bread biscuits again. It's a st. patrick's day food but whatever they're wonderful and so easy, much gentler on my hands. These have copious amounts of orange zest and currants. they feel healing to me, I've had two. I used half whole wheat pastry flour and half cassava flour, which is sort of similar to potato or rice flour. I'm out of buttermilk now so will have to remedy that.

The sun came out, it's waaaaaaay warmer and brighter than was forecasted, so grateful. Josh and I sat in the sun and had matcha together after a gentle bike ride to the farmers market to stock up on organic local ranch meats and local fish, some veggies, hand made bread and crackers, and some coffee.

My fitness tracker is warning me that something is wrong with me, my HRV, a stress indicator, is super low - I've never seen it this low except when I was seriously ill with a fever. This paired with the pain flare has me a little worried, just trying to listen to my body and take it easy. the biscuits feel nourishing and comforting. whether they actually are or not hardly matters.

I want to doodle, I also want to nap, so stressed about work, it's really hard to relax. I feel like I should be doing product photos and working on setting up new software for classes and booking, but I think I need to just chill, today. Tomorrow is a big day and I'm a bit stressed. I might end up skipping easter if I'm still not feeling well when I wake up tomorrow.

Regardless, I am so grateful for the sunshine and for the ability, at least for now, to just rest.

Bittersweet to have finished the cryptonaturalist podcast, started a new cute little book called Fairy Lore, that is just oddly comforting, I don't know.
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2025-04-18 12:46 pm

fairy protection and guidance.

In the middle of assembling orders and need to head out soon, Josh is fed, just wanted to vent a little, that one of the things my mom and grandma also have in common is the sentiment that their high school years were their most beloved. The reason I feel resentful and jealous over this is because my mom pulled me out of school altogether and home-schooled me, so I never even had a chance to have high school years in the same way. I did go back, eventually, after a series of fights with my mom at age 16, enduring a slew of insults and threats and "you'll regret it and come running back" type admonishments in order to go, but I did get a year and a half, it was just very unconventional since I wasn't pursuing graduation (that requires four years and I had already earned my GED) and had to pretend I was attending against my will like everyone else in order to attempt to single-handedly scrape together some semblance of a "normal" adolescence.

I wonder what my dad's high school years were like. I wish I could ask.

(So many endless things I wish I could ask my deceased parents. Their lives were too hard, they left me far too early. I was 26 when I lost my dad. Although to be fair, he was barely around to begin with.)

:(

As my mom's dementia increased in severity, high school and early childhood became the only things she really could remember or talk about. Before she lost her ability to talk about much of anything at all. Poor mom.

I am grateful that my 40s were so lovely, though. Perhaps a result of foregoing having children.

I'm still in a lot of pain today, glad I skipped dancing last night, not sure if I want to ride my bike or just walk in the sunshine today. Maybe just a walk. My foot is still vaguely painful but seems to be leveling out in severity.

Grateful for the sunshine and the happy marriage, so grateful. I was just listening to some fairy lore about virgins finding four leafed clovers being blessed by the faeries to have a happy marriage, and I feel that this resonates very strongly with me. The ritual was much more involved in that, but I think perhaps mine was close enough. I have no business having a happy marriage, given trauma, my family history, and such poor modeling of purely unhealthy relationships. This feels like pure magic, to me.

Josh and I will do karaoke together at home tonight since Sunday is all messed up by Easter lol. So looking forward to it. Mostly for how happy it makes Josh to sing.
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2025-04-18 09:23 am

things look brighter in the daytime.

See this is why I wait until the next day to fix things. I did some more digging into my website issue and while it is still thoroughly broken and I will have to call them as the site does not allow me in to fix it, it is only one item that is effected, currently, not the dire situation I was catastrophizing last night. It does still bother me that this keeps happening and I may still work on building a new online store today.

The sun is out and my cat got a good play session this morning. I had my first sex dream in forEVER last night, that's hopeful, lol.

Lots to try to get done today, the sun is making it blatantly obvious that I have gone too long without sweeping, and I need to make lunch for Josh, and box up some orders. Everything else is fine though, things will come together, it's okay. I might ride my bike to my studio, to take advantage of the sunshine :)

The eaglets are okay, it is still cold and rainy but if little Gizmo can make it one more day, they'll be fine. They've been really lucky with the weather so far. Odds are not on their side but I am still hopeful, it seems like things have gone exceptionally well, and now that Jackie and Shadow are more seasoned parents, I think the chances might be better for success. I watched Jackie carefully aerate the nest over the last few days, and add fluff to help with insulation for warmth. She knew the weather would turn. She's a good mom :)

Edited to add: omg I just went and checked on the eagles and it looks like little Sunny, the bigger of the two chicks who has more mature waterproof feathers, is spreading their wings over little Gizmo in the rain?!?!?!? almost like, I remember what happened to my sibling Misty in a storm and I'm not gunna let that happen to you. omg my heart. Jackie has not left their sides.

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2025-04-17 07:48 pm

columbia gorge sunshine and flowers

Here is a handful of photos of Rowena Crest yesterday with Tyler.


shooting stars in my eyes


shooting star flowers


avalanche lilies - Avi would approve?


lupine


balsamroot and prairie stars


balsamroot and Pahto (Mt Adams)


Tyler and I have made many incredible memories together, both on and in view of Mt Hood (he even took me to the summit in 2020)


petting the softest green floofy plants. these leaves smelled a bit like dill

It's fascinating watching my knuckles swell and my skin crinkle into old lady hands. Kind of an out-of-body experience.

I will learn to appreciate it at some point, hopefully.

Sooooooooooooo grateful for the perfect day outside with one of my absolute favorite humans.
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2025-04-16 10:32 pm

those toes tho

Avalanche was vaguely perplexed as to my fascination with her crossed toes, this morning.

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2025-04-10 09:17 pm

Dog Mountain hike 4/9/2025

Tyler and I climbed Dog Mountain on Wednesday together. It took us 4.5 hrs, due to my foot injury - this used to take me 3 hours. sigh. I really had no business being up there. I did 13 miles with 800' of elevation gain with Cynthia on bikes in the morning, and then Tyler and I did this hike in the afternoon. My legs are killing me. BUT. My foot is kind of okay-ish. In that, it doesn't hurt much worse than it usually does.

It's too early for the big balsamroot show but here are a few early flowers and shrooms - the purple kittentails near the summit are a highly sought-after wildflower, it is rare and only grows in a few conditions and it is a vivid purple that the camera never quite captures.


bird's nest fungus




checker or chocolate lily, depending on who you ask


lil cups of some sort of fungus


calypso orchid aka fairy slipper


helvella mushroom aka elfin saddle


kittentails!








some sort of mushroom hanging out with trillium


pink prairie stars and maybe oregon sunshine?


white prairie star


hello from the summit


trillium


white polypore mushroom of some sort

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(I'm still not depressed and it still feels weird.)
(one month and one week until my 50th.)
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2025-04-07 01:05 pm

Baby I was afraid before, but I'm not afraid anymore

Orders done! Having some snackies.

I do want to brag a little bit that my efforts to cheer up Josh with our weekly terrible karaoke night together in the livingroom has been working splendidly. I find music that he loves or finds amusing, neither of us can sing for shit bit we enjoy it so much anyway. I think there is something healing about singing, no matter how poorly it is done.

He was complaining during our coffee shop/errands run yesterday that tomorrow as going to be a stock market free fall, and I started singing Free Fallin' and found out that, unbeknownst to me, Josh is a huge Tom Petty fan. So I played a bunch in the car and he got sooooooo happy. He picked out some songs for himself for karaoke last night while I paid sparkle studio rent and we went to the kitchen store to select the new crockpot and browse their utility knives.

Anyway. I dressed up in my brightest red skimpy hooded pixie dress that he loves with my hot pink butterfly sunglasses and he was all surprised that I dressed up for the party. We sang and sang. I sang two songs by the Cramps (can you really call Human Fly karaoke singing? Who cares! lol) and he actually sounds like Tom Petty when he sings Tom Petty! He loves "Won't Back Down" and "Learning to Fly," it's so sweet. I had to sing Float On by Modest Mouse because that is the quintessential Hard Times song of my generation. I also tried to sing Belinda Carlisle which was a mistake, I could not hit those notes, but who cares! We had so much fun and it's so priceless to see Josh smiling and laughing. He is still today talking about how much fun that was and planning other songs to sing next time.

They say in heaven love comes first. We'll make heaven a place on earth. Oooooh heaven is a place on earth.

If we're going to go down in flames, might as well have fun with it.
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2025-04-03 10:17 am

a much needed nature walk with a most beloved friend

Catherine Creek in the Columbia Gorge, 4/2/25, highlights.



(Shooting stars are one of my favorite wildflowers.)