Archive for the ‘Country Buzz’ Category

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Discovering a new Passion

December 14, 2010

Dianne Poinski

The work area consisted of two tables covered in white butcher paper, neatly set with art supplies like an élite dinner party for honored guests. This was serious stuff, and like Julie Roberts in the restaurant scene of Pretty Woman, I was nervous about the proper use of each utensil. After walking around the studio, though, I couldn’t help relax. Dianne’s photography combined with a unique talent for hand coloring drew me into a world of harmony and peace.  

Our first assignment involved hand coloring a black-and-white country scene with mountains, grass, and sky. I sat at the table like a kindergartener on her first day of school, pleased with the familiarity in the photo, but unsure what to do first. Dianne gave a through demonstration, and afterwards the other three ladies at my table immediately began coloring. I hesitated. I wanted little paint-by-numbers to magically appear on my print. Realizing this wasn’t going to happen, I picked up a wooden-handled sponge, dipped the tip into a light-green tint, and gave my photo some color.

The moment my sponge touched the mountaintop, I fell in love with the process of colorizing black and white photos. The more shades I experimented with the more I felt connected to the country scene resembling home. I can do this, I thought. The benefit of creating something that didn’t require electricity, a mouse, a monitor, or a clicking keyboard was downright liberating.

By the end of the day I had colored four black and white prints, two of Dianne’s and two that I had emailed to her prior to the workshop. Here’s one of my finished photographs.

 

Dianne Poinski’s images are available worldwide as prints published by Portal Publishing and Bentley Publishing Group. For more information go to www.dpoinski.com or visit Dianne at her studio the second Saturday each month at 1021 R Street, 2nd floor, Sacramento. Dianne can also be found on Facebook and Twitter.

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Ralphie’s Gift-Giving Book List for Pet Lovers

December 13, 2010

Ralphie and I love a good book about furry companions. Often, around mid-day, we’ll stretch out on the sofa where I read to Ralphie until he falls asleep. Together, we’ve enjoyed the lives of dogs and cats, and the many surprising details about farm animals, humming birds, bees, and more. Our favorite books, of course are about dogs.

Since this is gift-giving season, Ralphie and I want to encourage you to give books to your pals and their furry buddies, so we came up with a list of books that we’ve enjoyed together. “Ruff.”

 PS:  Tell us what your favorite books are.

 

 

 

 New York Times Bestseller Dewey: The Small Town Library Cat Who Touched the World By Vicki Myron. | This is a heartwarming story about an internationally famous cat’s life at the Spencer Public Library in Iowa, and the librarian who raised him.

 

A Field Guide to Cows by John Pukite | Informative, amazing, and amusing, A Field Guide to Cows is the indispensable companion for would-be cow tippers, farmers, city folk, agriculturalists, interstate drivers, 4-H’ers, vacationing families, and everyone who likes to moo at cows.

 

 

Chickens:  Tending a Small-Scale Flock for Pleasure and Profit by Sue Weaver | From hens to roosters, from layers to broilers, Weaver covers the essentials in a straight forward style. You won’t need to worry about your chickens flying the coop with this resource in hand.

 

 

 

Izzy & Lenore by Jon Katz | If you enjoy good dog stories, this book will touch your heart. The book really is uplifting and once again points out the amazing effects that pets can have on the lives of human beings. Izzy is a marvel of a dog. Katz is a wonderful author.

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Landline Update

December 1, 2010

After I got home from the library yesterday, my landline phone was working. Go figure. Still, the phone company came out today and tried to find the problem so it wouldn’t happen again for the third time, but my phones have to be down to locate the trouble.

The good news is that it is outside the house. The bad news is that it will probably happen again, and if I can’t get Verizon to come out while the phone is out-of-order (this only happens when it rains), I just have to wait for the “problem spot” to dry out.

The repairman told me that another couple with the same issue went 18 days without service. So, if you don’t hear from me for a while in the near future, most likely it’s because I can’t go on-line.

I sure do appreciate your patience with a country gal and her rural-living troubles.

PS:  If anyone has a laptop that you don’t use and would like to donate it to “In and Around the Garden” so that I can at least go to a coffee shop to communicate as often as possible when I’m offline, I’d be grateful for the gift.

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Where the Heck have I Been?

November 29, 2010

In a house that refuses to communicate with the world.

In case you’re wondering why I haven’t posted any material lately, my landline has been out-of-order since November 20, which means I can’t go online to post articles, do research, or email friends and family. Communication with the outside world has been at the lowest degree during these past nine days. I have a cheap, emergency cellphone that I rarely turn on, so rare that I never gave out the number after purchasing it, so inexpensive it’s slow to turn on and to find the satellite, so cheap it doesn’t work inside the house.

During this time, I also experienced  power failure, an empty propane tank (yes, my bill was paid), and a broken-down car. This has been a costly November. Well over $2,000. Ouch!

And get this, I am still coughing. I’ve been through two prescriptions, and I am still coughing.

Although a rebellious house, inefficient equipment, and a neglectful propane company is frustrating, things eventually work out. The power is restored, the propane tank filled and the house and water are now warm, and the car’s immediate repairs are complete. The engine does need pulling  fix a less-urgent problem, but that will have to wait.  Employment has ceased and funds have shrunk.

The phone company comes this week. I’ll be watching the driveway for a Verizon vehicle to come into sight, and crossing my fingers that the problem is on the outside of the house. Otherwise, the repair fee is on me. Meanwhile, I’m typing this at the library on a public computer with a one-hour limitation use. As soon as my house opens its pores and allows me to communicate with the world, you’ll hear from me. Meanwhile, happy belated Thanksgiving Day, and just in case . . . Merry Christmas.

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Autumn Rain

October 18, 2010

My heart has never carried a fondness for cold, dreary seasons, but the first autumnal rainfall is always sweet. It arrived midday, yesterday in the central valley where I live. A rush to bring in patio pillows, garden tools, and shoes forced me outdoors. Ralphie stayed back, protected under the eaves, and watched me gather summer’s paraphernalia.

I should have believed the weather report and prepared beforehand, but then I’d miss the amusement of dashing about in the rain. I would have missed the smell of wet dirt rising to gray light where birds sang from treetops and utility wires, the splash of water beneath my shoes, sky-fallen droplets on my tongue, slanted showers against my face, and wiggly earthworms on hardscape.

A couple of potted plants were dry so I placed a bucket under the downspout and then used the water to wet the plants’ roots. I turned off the timers, sighed at the soggy hammock, covered the outdoor furniture, and thought about hauling firewood from the barn to the house. Clogged with debris, water pinged against gutters as I passed by them hurrying to go indoors.

The amusement wound down as my jeans got wet, my skin chilled, and the work was less fun. The sweetness of the first autumnal rainfall had worn off. Then, later at day’s end when the rain ceased and a small cloud parted, the season’s charm had returned with a beautiful sunset. Copyright © 2010 Dianne Marie Andre

 

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Carmel by the Sea

October 11, 2010

My husband, Joe, Ralphie, and I had a memorable weekend in Carmel, CA. At home, Ralphie is accustomed to riding on the tractor seat with Joe and in our vehicles, but this was his first trip, and our first one with a pet. We packed half of the backseat to the gills with bags, pillows, and doggie gear, and arranged the other half with Ralphie’s bed from home. As you can see in the photo, Ralphie preferred the front console.

We stopped a couple of times and Ralphie was content all the way, even though the three-hour drive took six hours, thanks to Google’s directions. What should have read 40 miles to one of the exits read 0.4 miles. We thought we missed it, and hightailed back then turned around and retraced the route. By then we were in commute traffic. Once we got out of that mess, figured out the error, and found the exit the same thing happened with the next—and last—turn.

Somehow, we managed to stay calm, and even looked at each other and laughed at our long journey.

  

Finally at our destination, Ralphie was first to test the mattress but not before he ran past me through the open hotel door into the parking lot. Panic-stricken, I chased after him yelling stop-Ralphie-stop. Ralphie! T-R-E-A-T! Who wouldn’t stop for a treat? Ralphie immediately kneeled down and waited for me to pick him up. With Ralphie in my arms, I turned toward our room and saw Joe step outside to help, then closed the door. Joe looked at me with relief which quickly turned into a sheepish grin, as if to say, “- – – -, I just locked us out of the room.” While Joe went to the hotel office for a key, I waited on the stairs with Ralphie on my lap laughing so hard I must have looked like an anguished mental case. It’s a miracle that I didn’t pee my pants.

 

  

After the chaos passed and we had a good night’s sleep, the next morning we headed for the beach where the city allows unleashed dogs. Ralphie loved the sand, the breeze carrying scents of salt water and seaweed. Most of the dogs were busy chasing balls and retrieving sticks tossed into the sea. We walked for a long ways before one doggie ran up to Ralphie demanding playtime. With no playtime experience with other dogs, Ralphie was so scared he couldn’t relax and we had to leave the beach.

 

 

 

 Nevertheless, Ralphie calmed down enough to check out a local gal at Diggidy Dog Boutique. Carmel residents love dogs so much that the merchants put water dishes on the sidewalk outside their shops, some offering treats inside the store. There are dogs in stores, cafes, hotels. Carmel is a dog’s paradise and a pet owner’s sigh of relief.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

The next day, we took Ralphie to Valley Hills Nursery in Carmel Valley. He loved the nursery employee. I loved the flowers, especially the primroses. Like most of the flowers growing in Carmel, the primroses are outstanding. They don’t look like this in our nurseries.

 

 

 

 

 

We made it home in three hours, flowers on the backseat in place of Ralphie’s bed. Even though chaos and mishaps accompanied us to the sea, we returned to the country relaxed, humored, and filled with laughable memories. 

Note:  When buying plants outside your vicinity or through catalogs, look for those within your zone, but do experiment with inexpensive purchases. Primroses will grow in my zone but I don’t have the right microclimate for them to do well, so I chose two six-pack pansies and a plant that’s new to me in a one-inch pot. Not a big loss if they die.

 

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The Unexpected

September 21, 2010

I didn’t expect fog yesterday morning. The mist surprised me as I watched the reduced visibility across the land. Flirtation of heavy drizzle dampened the earth and the leaves beneath my shoes. Peaceful as it felt, I’m not ready for the movements of change.

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Soulful Passion

August 10, 2010

After recently posting an article past midnight, a friend asked me what I was doing up so late. Besides the fact that I’m a little zany, it’s difficult to post at a reasonable hour. Country folks just have too much to do.

Before I roll out of bed, twelve hens and one turkey are waiting. They want outside the running pen, scratch in their feeder, and fresh water in their pan. Cobwebs need brushing down in the chicken coop and poop removed from beneath the roosting bar. (I use a cat litter scooper—it works great for a small flock.) The horses take care of themselves grazing the back pasture. Thank heaven. No steers at this time. The vegetable garden requires a once over, moving the hose, and if I’m lucky (this year’s crop is so weird) harvest a few veggies. In the perennial garden, there are weeds to pluck, deadheading, pruning, and plants swooning in a dramatic wilt for water.

Then there’s Ralphie who can’t wait for his morning walk. We take the same trail every day on the private road and amazingly, he never grows weary of it. I’d love to stroll through the neighboring pasture or vineyard, but foxtails stick to Ralphie like glitter, and if we walked the vineyard we would be trespassing. The owner might think I’m a grape thief!

In the evening, I revisit most of the same rounds, gathering eggs, playing catch with Ralphie, bedding critters down, re-watering thirsty plants on hot summer evenings, and noting what needs tending too in the coming days. These chores are minimal compared to medium to large ranches, and the cowboys of those outfits would laugh at my small efforts. It certainly doesn’t read like much in text. Similar to the cowboys, though, the farm animals and gardens are vehicles into the faculties of my soul. This is why I stay up past midnight.

A country spread takes time, effort—, and money. A co-worker once told me, “Get rid of those animals. Sell everything and move into town. You’ll have money in your pocket.” What she didn’t understand is that my pockets are full of riches. By the end of the day, after closing the door to moonlit chores, I have filled each pocket with invaluable memories. I can spend and re-spend them as often as I want—they never depreciate. Copyright © 2010 Dianne Marie Andre

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It’s not all Fun!

August 4, 2010

I’m always ready to ride along in the car. Getting left behind isn’t cool, although I do get treats when this happens. I love the humans at the vet’s office, even Dr. Klapstein, UNTIL she pinches my skin, like she did the other day. That’s when I’m ready to leave the vet humans behind, lead Mommy out of the building and into the car.

Ruff, I’m always ready to come home, see if the cat’s in the garden!”–Ralphie.

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Country Getaway

August 3, 2010

All but one hog was snoozing. He was busy licking the feed bowl, but took a moment to snort at my camera lens. There were about 50 other hogs, two per pen, none of them interested in eating. I don’t blame the sleeping hogs, as they will soon be in someone’s freezer. This is a harsh reality for the 4-H boys or girls who raise them to show and sale at their local fair. In the case of these hogs, they were at the Amador County Fair that I attended last weekend. 

The Amador County Fair is a small rural event. It has a western stage town where you can shop for souvenirs. On hand are pioneer blacksmith, weavers, campfire demos, and reenacted shootouts. The fair featured the usual carnival rides, food, exhibits, tractors, art competitions, and lucky for me, a garden area with a pond. Even the grounds had a huge display of flowers . . . beautiful, multi-colored zinnias. I loved it!

 

This was a mini vacation for me. I stayed for two nights and three days. When I wasn’t at the fair, I scoured thrift shops and antique stores. Early mornings and evenings after dinner I worked on “the project.” My room had a small round table and two chairs. I pulled the table and one chair in front of the window, pushed up the window, and worked with fresh air on my face and a pleasant view to gaze at for inspiration.

 While shopping, I purchased two antique floral frogs, something I’ve always wanted to collect, but they are oftentimes pricey. When I got home, my husband handed me a bouquet of fresh-cut flowers. Delighted by the sweet gesture and the immediate opportunity to use one of my frogs, I figured this was an omen. A sign of the small area I want to grow cut flowers. Maybe next spring this will come about, and along with it more frogs, and kind man to bring fresh bouquets from my own cutting garden. 

Note:  Check out the adorable photo on my Facebook page of two sleeping hogs spooning! They’re really cute. (Once you log into Facebook type “In and Around the Garden” in the search box.)