Fishing The Coast, Oregon and Washington
April 2018

To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing sing to you and the daffodils....

pansyApril 1, 2018

It never ceases to amaze me how close in harmony my love for the outdoors fits with my love for my Heavenly Father!
You know, the one that rose from the dead? It is those kinds of miracles, that happen in my life!
The Kilchis river flows endlessly. The tall trees in the forest tower above me, and the green undergrowth is made up of all things Spring-green and alive! Spindly skinny stems, barely able to hold up tiny white flowers! Barely visible shoots of asparagus pop out of dark rich soil in my planter boxes. Fresh tender new sprouts of leaves burst out of old scraggly branches and remind me of the miracle of Easter!
He arose! He arose!
Creation echoes the miracle!
Spring and all that exists in it is proof to me!
I get up in the morning to be greeted by it, daily, this time of year!
He arose!
The birds sing!
He arose!
The "odura" of my Daphne!
He arose!
Just look! Just listen!
Everything is shouting "Happy Easter!
He arose!"

I woke with songs going through my head, and as I open the door to let the dogs out it stops me short. This frustrates the dogs to no end, but I can't help it!
Their eight legs, ready to run, scrambled behind me to a stop. "What, Mom, WHAT?" The warm moist air of spring blasts me in the face. An eerie glow of clouded light began to spread over the meadow before me.
Beauty! Just wait, pups! Breathe!
They'll have none of it!
This morning, the birds were testing their nesting voices like a symphony warming up before a concert.
What a production! They conquer the season that breaks free from winter.

Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes,
He arose a Victor
from the dark domain,
And He lives forever, with His saints to reign...
He arose! He arose!
Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Alright. Be straight with me. Have I had too much coffee? Do birds really sing like that? Well, it sounds like it to me!
Ya know, I can see that the magic of finding candy hidden in the tall grasses. It is all about miracles, too! I'd better go get some!
Every year, I can't wait for our family tradition of the fruit bunny at my sister's home. We do that, still! The fruit bunny comes and hides baskets of strawberries, bananas, apples and oranges in the garden! Does your family have a fruit bunny? I wonder how my Grandfather ever thought that up? But, the tradition? It lives!
It lives! It Lives! The Fruit bunny lives, today!

Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!
Earth and heaven in chorus say, Alleluia!
Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply, Alleluia!

Things are good and fresh and new, today. I'm so thankful!
I've been seeing elk in the meadow lately, and I keep checking for them, today. I need some Easter Elk in my life!
The light is fully on the meadow, now, and it's time to slip my boots on and take Willie down to the river.
I have so much to be thankful for in my life, and I'm never fully satisfied that I've let my Father know just how darn thankful I am. I'm still alive, nearly 12 years after my aorta gave out.
I mean, how many miracles does one girl deserve? It's just "wow!"
I have so many songs to sing!
Happy Easter to you all! Look around you! Buy yourself or your friend some flowers, today, and plant them all around. Not dead ones, but alive ones!
Celebrate life with living and growth!
The whole world outside shouts Easter.
He has Risen!!
I wish you could see it from my perspective, right now! Just look out my window!
I leave you hoping to someday share with you the miracle of the Kilchis river Valley in springtime.
Happy Easter to you all!

pansyApril 7, 2018
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Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild. But it is really God - playing music in his favourite cathedral in heaven - shattering stained glass - playing a gigantic organ - thundering on the keys - perfect harmony - perfect joy.
Joan Baez

That's how I feel, this morning. I need a storm, and it's happening, right before my eyes. I wish I were at the coast, though, where it really goes wild!
The above was written by Joan Baez. My sister Linda read this entire writing as a dramatic interpretation for her speech class. In fact, I think that for years, there was a trophy in my bedroom closet that she won, by using this in a speech tournament. I remember that it really struck me, as a youngster. I love the part where the organs thunder and "everything goes wild!" Yes! Yes! Yes! That's the kind of storm I love! "Perfect harmony! Perfect joy!"
Just yes!
Right now, the sky is quiet, but just five minutes ago, the rain pounded on the roof, and the wind was swirling in all directions. The sky, yes, went through four days in one hour!
It clears everything in my head when these storms hit us.
At the same time, my body protests the night before as the barometer falls. I can always tell when there is going to be a storm, especially since I was diagnosed with arthritis in my foot. (At least by one doctor out of four that tried to diagnose me). My left foot is really giving me trouble, and you'll notice that most days I walk with a limp. It's been bothering me for well over a year, now.
Not one of the four doctors who have seen me, can tell me what is wrong. It always seems when I have a mystery ailment, the doctors like to blame it on marfan. "Oh... that? That's another weird marfan thing...". Yeah... for some reason, I don't buy it! Even if it is a symptom of marfan, let's talk about a little relief?
I was given a carbon steel plate to put into my shoe, and that just made it worse! I wish I would have formally studied to be a doctor, instead of just through Google. I could have said, "Physician, heal yourself'"
Most doctors tell me I know too many medical terms. Well? I have to! We are our own best healers. I've proven that to myself over and over. With the help of Google these days, we can pretty much diagnose and treat most anything, as long as we have a doctor friend that will order the medicine for us, or figure out some type of natural remedy that we can purchase, or concoct ourselves.
I can't tell you the number of people I know, that are using CBD oil. I tried it! Have you? I'm not totally sold on it, but some of our most respectable friends, (including many ex police officers!) swear by it! That makes me giggle to know that police officers, those who for so many years went after and jailed the people who smoked marijuana, now consume products made from that very substance! In fact, one of them jokes to us, when he has to go replenish his supply, "I'm going to my dealer". Of course, that means he is going to the local pot shop to get his CBD oil.
CBD oil, if you don't know, is an oil derived from the marijuana plant. I don't think it has any actual THC in it. THC is what makes people "high".
After hearing about it from our friends, Bill and I bought a bottle. Wow, is it expensive! But, for one, the taste (to me) is awful, and it didn't do to me, what others explained. Some people say it helps you to sleep, and it takes away aches and pains. It did neither to me, but maybe I didn't take enough?
I was watching a late night talk show and Meryl Streep was on. She was talking about this oil, and she says it works! Watch here! Of course, she made me laugh. I just adore her. Who doesn't? :)
So, that's next. Some kind of foot rub that has CBD in it. I tried using the oil that we bought, rubbed into my foot. But, this CBD was intended for ingestion. I think that the rubs, though, have more CBD in them? I'm not sure... I'll go to my "local dealer" and ask. Funny though, how we are all going back to plants for medicine. Food is medicine, and medicine is food.
In fact- one other short note! My sister told me that she has been taking Tumeric with pepper fruit in it for arthritis. That very thing was on a special display at Costco, so I picked up a bottle, and I'm trying that. If anyone has any good success stories from tumeric, let me know! Bill and I are both taking it!
Oh, getting older... how did I get on this subject? I look back on my fishing adventures earlier, and it is all about how I need to get things done, because I can't stop fishing! But, now? I can't seem to get myself fishing or get anything done!!
At least we have the perfect storm! I'm certainly going to enjoy it!
I'll leave you with another of my favorite Joan Baez quotes. :)

To sing is to praise God and the daffodils, and to praise God is to thank Him, in every note within my small range, and every color in the tones of my voice, with every look into the eyes of my audience, to thank Him. Thank you, God, for letting me be born, for giving me eyes to see the daffodils lean in the wind, all my brothers, all my sisters, for giving me ears to hear crying, legs to come running, hands to smooth damp hair, a voice to laugh with and to sing sing to you and the daffodils....

pansyApril 12, 2018
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There are some changes in life that I have a lot of trouble getting over. I can't imagine how Bill feels, since he's the main one affected, but I'll tell you, losing the daily delivery of The Daily Oregonian really bugs me!
I think back to how my Mom would have reacted. We received The Daily Oregonian in the morning and the Journal in the afternoon. On Wednesdays, we'd also get the Canby Herald.
The paper was her ritual. You didn't bother my Mom when she was reading the paper. I can still see her, snuggled up on the couch with the light on, next to her, reading her paper. There was a stack of old papers on the bottom shelf of the coffee table, next to her.
Hey! What are we going to start fires with, now?
The delivery of the paper is just what happens in life. You get up in the morning and your paper is there. It's as normal as coffee. It doesn't seem like an option! It's not something you can just stop, but they are just stopping it! Just like that! Poof!
We got a notice in the mail. It could have just as easily said, "You can no longer breathe in the morning." But, instead, it said, "We will no longer be delivering your daily paper." Oh. They did apologize, in the note.
Well, I'll say they should apologize!
We did have notice. About a year ago, we got this notice, and Bill called the dealer, and complained, and after a lot of exchanged words, they continued our delivery.
We are far out of town, and we were the only ones on Kilchis River Road that still subscribed to the paper. So, they had to drive all the way out here, just for us. That was pretty nice of them, but this time? No bueno.
The Oregonian business itself, here in Tillamook, was going 'out' of business.
I remember back a couple times in history, where we complained about late deliveries, or where the paper was left. Now, we'd be glad to get the paper off the roof, or get it at 3 in the afternoon. We are at their mercy!
But, no. The delivered Daily Oregonian, as we know it, has stopped.
What on earth will Bill do?
I don't read the paper as religiously as Bill does, but still, it is tradition for me. I understand the history behind it, and the need for the paper. I am really feeling the loss!
I told Bill that I'd sit down with him, and we'd try the online version. But, he complained that he liked to lean over his paper. That he liked the feel of the paper. I can totally relate to this loss.
At first, I mourned the loss of all that Bill Monroe used to write in the paper. That was hard enough, but now, this?
I'm floored.
I'm often troubled by change. I dislike seeing kids in school not learning to write cursive. I used to love the feel of a blank sheet of paper and a darn good pen that I picked out at the stationary store. Now, I write here on a computer, and the stacks of spiral notebooks, filled with my thoughts that began in grade school are in the attic, untouched.
I know... I used to giggle at my Grandma, as she recounted the many frustrating changes that she endured towards the end of her life. I guess this kind of thing just happens, and we just have to deal with it.
I guess the good side of this is that we don't have to take the papers to recycle, anymore. Hah. I didn't mind!
It's just the most helpless feeling! There is nothing that we can do to change this!
So, I'll sit down with Bill and try to teach him to login to the online version, and convince him it's just the same.
And he still won't find Bill's column, except for once a month.
OK. I keep trying to figure out a happy end for what I'm writing, but I'm at a loss. There are some things that I just can't put a happy ending to, and this is one of them!
It is what it is!

pansyApril 18, 2018
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I got a kick out of this varied thrush in our cam outside! Why in the heck is he looking right in the lens? :) It makes me giggle.
Also on the giggle list this morning are the olive greens that showed up a week or so, ago. They are playing what the boys used to call "swoop bat!" at Diamond Lake. We'd go out at night, and the boys would "tease" the bats. Actually, they'd tease ME that they would get caught in my hair. Any chance that's why I'm afraid of bats, to this day?
Anyhow, don't dare go by their house! They swoop at you and they mean business! Every time I go out there to fill the other birds feeder, I say, "hey! I don't want any trouble!" But, they don't care. They just continue "troubling" me until I leave!
On top of the giggle list this morning, we have bright sunshine!
I spent most of yesterday on the tractor, mowing the front field. I have the giggles this morning, probably because of that.
I love mowing the lawn! It puts me in a kind of meditation. I think nothing about anything except for the line where the front wheel should go. Just the line... only the line... the line... the line... And all else melts away. The sunshine on my shoulders felt warm until... well, until it started raining out of nowhere! There were bright "Winnie the pooh" clouds out, with deep blue sunshine, interspersed. It's really strange when you look up and see blue sky, yet it's raining out! I kept thinking (besides follow the line) that it would stop soon, as the cloud responsible for the raindrops would float by. Right? Well, for some reason, it just stopped over my head and continued raining! It felt good in a way. At least, at first!
Willie had been laying in the driveway asphalt, soaking up the heat. When I looked up at him as the rain kept up, he was sitting in the garage staring at me, like, "Mom? Come in from the rain!" (I love that song!) He is much smarter than I, so I followed his suggestion and drove the tractor to the garage, got off, and went in for a cup of nice, hot coffee.
Speaking of which, I am enjoying, right now as I stare out the window at the array of Spring birds.
Still no goldfinch, but by golly, I'm going to be the first one to spot one! Bill has taken that award from me 2 years in a row! But, not this year! I'm going to be the one to win!
What do we win, you ask? The vision of a buttery yellow goldfinch! That's what!
I really want to go "giggle fishing", soon. That's what I call trolling for trout in the local lakes. Cutthroat fishing is one step up from a giggle.
Oh! One more BIG giggle! The springers are coming! The springers are coming! They aren't here, yet, that I've heard of, but, soon! The calendar tells me so!

pansydaisyApril 24 2018
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It happened, finally!!!

The Goldfinch are here!

Too funny, because a friend of mine in Bay City wrote that he had his first goldfinch two days ago. We are maybe 5 miles from there, as the goldfinch flies, so I knew it would be soon! Two days, it took for the flight from Bay City to Kilchis Canyon! Go, goldfinch! I'm so glad they are home!
I actually heard them before I saw one. I quickly looked up the bird song, just to be sure, and I wonder if they heard it, too? Because as soon as the audio file played, my feeder was full of them! Yay! I think next year, I'll play that audio file over and over, to call them home!
They weren't even afraid of me! The light was bad, so I had to get up really close to make sure it wasn't a purple finch or something else. Nope! My babies are home!
They are so beautiful! I love how they eat upside down! Teehee. I think I'll try that for dinner, tonight. Let's all eat upside down!
Here are some other pictures I've taken of my babies!
Enjoy the weather, you guys! It's going to be SO nice out!