Celebrating Valentine's Day

 

When we began dating, Bud brought me a single red rose every Friday.

Eventually the giving of a weekly rose tapered off but I still received them now and then over the years.

For Valentine's Day this year the red rose came in the form of a pot of miniature red roses.

These will be planted outside later this spring. I know from experience they will do well.

Bud gave me a miniature yellow rose five years ago. It continues to grow and produce scads of blooms every summer.

Along with the roses, he also gave me a box of chocolates.

I gave him a Valentine's lunch of ham, pineapple and cheese quiche, raspberry jello and coconut cake. 

The chief ingredient in yummy food is love.

Happy Valentine's Day my love.  💖

Lakes, Waterfowl and Sunsets

I've mentioned the work being done at Lake McKinley but I haven't shown photos for quite awhile. These are ones I took last week. I read that dredging would be done sometime in March. All the dirt removed is being spread in an area south of the lake. That should make for some very fertile farm ground. I'm always up between five and six a.m. and can already hear the machinery at the lake and see the lights at the hilltop of the ones doing the spreading of dirt. 

Very little water is left but the geese find what's available.

I think they were mostly standing on the ice in this picture.

Tracks at the bottom of this photo are from the trucks carrying loads of dirt out.

Another view looking north toward the bridge on Adams Street.

Note the pickup driving in the lake bed.

These rolls, of what almost look like big bales of hay, are going to be used to stabilize the banks.

I don't know what the white things are; weights to keep things in place?

 

Bud talked to one of the workers and was told that these are the latest thing in preventing erosion. 

This view is toward the north end of the lake where Hurley Creek flows into McKinley Lake. 

I wonder how long it will take to fill the lake? I remember when Lake Icaria was built they said it might take a year or two, then there were heavy rains that "almost filled it overnight'".

Yesterday was such a nice day - mid to upper 60's here - that we decided to drive out to Green Valley Lake. 

I didn't expect to see much more than these Canada geese, but I did see three eagles circling when we first got there.

We had been hearing about and seeing some pictures of swans at Lake Icaria and Lake of Three Fires, but nothing about swans at Green Valley. 

They were so far away all I could see was white spots, but the telephoto camera lens brought them close enough. Swans!! and some Mallard ducks.

They were beyond where the geese were on the ice - clear across the lake.

But I saw them - and got pictures!

 

On to the sunsets - this one over the weekend - a lovely, soft sunset. I love it when I catch a bird flying through. This was a different bird - a whirly-bird. Sometimes I see life flight circle and come in to land at the hospital but this helicopter kept on going southwest.

And this was the sunset last evening - spectacular after a lovely day.

For the first time in ages I did send it to WHO-13. I watched the weather this morning from 5-7a.m., but my photo wasn't used. And with NBC covering the Olympics, there's no noon news. Maybe on the evening broadcast?

As the days lengthen and the temperatures moderate, it is beginning to feel more like spring. I'm sure there will be more cold and snow, but it is nice to see winter receding.

And it is really nice to see swans - even from a distance! 💛

January '26 Books Read

 Cold weather = reading time ..... ten books read to begin the new year. 

When The Cranes Fly South by Swedish author Lisa Ridzén is about a widower nearing the end of his life and his relationships with his beloved dog and his estranged son. A story about love, aging, regret and family told through first person narration.

Nash Falls is David Baldacci's latest offering. I have been such a big fan of this author - until now. I really did not like the ending because it keeps the reader hanging. Did he or didn't he? I prefer my books to be more succinct.

The Burning Library by Gilly Macmillan is set in the Scottish town of St. Andrews. It posits a world of two opposing factions of women both of which have been trying for more than a century to find and secure a medieval manuscript.

The Correspondent by Virginia Evans is an epistolary novel - one of my favorite genres, told through a series of letters. Sybil is a woman who has used letter writing throughout her life to make sense of the world and her place in it.

The Poppy Fields by Nikki Erlick is about an experimental and controversial treatment center in a remote setting of a California desert. 

To The Moon And Back by Eliana Ramage tells the story of a Cherokee woman who wants to become an astronaut.

The Incredible Kindness of Paper by Evelyn Skye is about childhood pen pals who connect years later in NYC after Chole begins writing uplifting messages on yellow origami paper folded into roses and leaving them all over the city. When Oliver finds one it leads him back to the childhood friend he never forgot.

I thought I had read all the Sandra Brown books in my library until I discovered three large print versions and quickly read my way through play dirty, smash cut and Lethal.

With the exception of these three books plus David Baldacci's, the others are all new authors to me, none of which excited me. I'm hoping to find a new author with lots of books on the shelf that I can read my way through. Any suggestions? Until then, I'm currently, and slowly, reading a hefty 916 page tome. February might see an extremely rare one book read month. 

Prairie Wildlife

 

Ahh, a quick red fox ran through the back yard this morning - the first I've seen in this new year of 2026 even though I've been watching for them. Facebook memories have shown me several fox photos this month from years past.

It doesn't seem as though there is as much wildlife around as there used to be, or maybe I'm just not looking at the right times. 

I'm feeling vexed this morning. My computer won't do what I want it to. It took forever to get my fox picture posted to FB. I keep getting an "out of memory" message. I'm hoping I will be able to post this much. Time for a new computer again?

I'll keep trying to find/fix the problem. In the meantime if you don't hear from me for awhile, try the phone or send me a letter by snail mail. 

Now, let's see if this will post.    😅

You Light Up My Life

You Light Up My Life was a #1 hit song by Debby Boone in 1977. Pat Boone was her father. I was a big fan of his in the 1950's-60's. (Ain't That A Shame; Love Letters In The Sand; April Love and Moody River.) But I digress. This post isn't about songs.

It's about lamps, specifically two old lamps that belonged to my parents which I still have.

This one, I think, dates from the 40's. The base was originally cobalt blue. It was paint that easily washed off which I did after the blue became chipped and unattractive.

I let the designs in the glass be the focus now.

It's a rather short, squat, lamp. The shade is about the same size as the old pleated, worn out one was.

I like this lamp. It sets in my office.

This is the other lamp. It stands on the chest of drawers in the spare bedroom. Its shade is also newer, perhaps not the best match for the base, but, oh well.

I do know a bit more about the history of this lamp. It was given to my parents in the 1950's by the Corning Gun Club for the care and raising of pheasants to be released throughout the county for hunting.

The pheasants were raised in a brooder house up the road on the west side at another farm site which we referred to as the other place. There were at least two years of pheasant raising there and, I think, even another lamp though I can't recall what it looked like.

What I especially like about this lamp is that it has a 3-way switch.

The base is a night light on it's own. Or you can have just the lamp lit or both the base and the lamp.

This lamp sat unused on top of the wardrobe in the west room upstairs for years because the switch didn't work. 

I liked the looks of this lamp so much. I kept it and my talented handyman husband rewired it for me.

I love this lamp.

I am at the stage in my life that I really would like my children and grandchildren to speak up for items they would like to have either to use or to keep as remembrances of me and/or my parents and grandparents. Thus, the histories, as much as I know, of these objects that light up my life.

December '25 Books

 Eight books read this last month of 2025 for a total of 109 books read this year. 

What the Wind Knows by Amy Harmon was sent to me by my friend Leslie. It alternates between present time and the teens and early twenties of 20th Century Ireland - the time of the 1916 Easter Rising and the Irish War of Independence. I had read so many books about Ireland's history when I was younger - this book brought back all the feelings I had from that time. 

Not A Happy Family is the second book I've read by Shari Lapena. She does write very good whodunnit books.

the Loneliness of Sonia and Sunny by Kiran Desai is probably the first book I've read about India, its people and culture.

Two Alone is another Sandra Brown book.  I think this is the last one I had available to read until she writes another new book.

Spectacular Things by Beck Dorey-Stein is a Reese's Book Club pick about two sisters and their life  goals.

Happy Wife by Meredith Lavender and Kendall Shores is a 'Read With Jenna' selection. When a young wife's much older, rich, husband disappears and is then found murdered, it must be the wife, right? She proclaims her innocence, but how to prove it?

The Survivors Club by Lisa Gardner is one I somehow missed when I was reading my way through all her books. 

Flashlight by Susan Choi is a very different book than I usually read. I might not have finished reading it if I hadn't noticed it was #2 on Barack Obama's list of favorite books for 2025.

I've already been to the library and have seven books to start the new year off right.

Happy reading and Happy New Year! 😊🎉

A Few Xmas Photos

Christmas at Preston & Shalea's was similar to Thanksgiving as far as beating the bad weather. Saturday was a very mild day, albeit quite foggy.

I didn't take a lot of pictures and missed getting ones of everyone but my camera always finds the young ones.

Kathryn and Henri. He is old enough to verbalize that he does not want his picture taken. "No" everytime I pointed the camera his way.

He has changed quite a bit since July. Still just as cute though.

Deise's 'ugly Xmas sweater' suggests that she is a 'repeat offender'.

IMO, the only crime she is guilty of is bringing way too many goodies to entice us. This girl does like to cook and bake.

Her oreo cookie fluff was stupendously rich, aka, yummy, with almost zero calories, I'm sure. 😋

We came home with some of her homemade peanut clusters and chocolate covered pretzels.

Louis has also changed. It's crazy how quickly they grow up. 

The nice part is that he is not as shy with me as he was.

Unlike his little brother, Louis willingly posed for a picture.

Bud and the boys - Travis (Kathryn's husband), our grandson, Ki, and our newest grandson, Zach (Deise's husband).

The bulbs on his Xmas sweater not only lit up they blinked off and on.

There were many presents under the tree but it didn't take long to hand them out and see them opened, though it was impossible to see everything that everyone received.

Preston watched as Ayden and Katherine opened gifts before opening his.

Unfortunately Dominique had to work so she and Ian weren't able to there.

The boys and their transformers was the last picture I took. Left to right, Greyson, Louis and Ayden. The older boys get along very well with their younger cousin. Seeing, being with them, is always a delight. I got a goodbye hug from each one of them. 

Back to the "beating the bad weather just like Thanksgiving" - the weather forecasters were warning of the cold, snow and high winds moving in, so instead of staying through Sunday as planned, Deise and Zach headed back east to Davenport and Kathryn, Travis and the boys headed north to Minnesota. It was a good thing they did because by Sunday I-35 in northern Iowa was closed. 

Our weather yesterday started out with rain, changing to sleet, changing to snow, with very high wind gusts and bitter cold. This was the sunset photo I took last evening - through the window - no way was I going outside.