A young female Gambel’s Quail walking past the cactus statue.
We have two types of birds that visit every day. Quail and doves. I enjoy quail more than doves, because with their top knots they look like clowns and have tons of personality.
I caught this sharp photo of a male quail alone on the bird block.
This female quail strikes a pose on a backyard bench.
Papa quail is looking a bit round. I can tell the difference between the adults and juveniles who are entering adulthood by their size. The ones who hatched in the Spring look skinny in comparison to this guy (see the first photo for a young one.)
A female quail caught mid step on a bench (above) and a male below.
Wickham Works Cards Update:
It’s been a couple days since my website went live for my photographic greeting cards. I mailed out my first order to a fellow blogger. Thank you!
I went out to dinner with women I used to volunteer with to raise money for a residential facility to rehab sex-trafficked victims. Our group is defunct, but we still get together socially. One of those ladies looked at my cards and asked for custom stationery featuring her name and flowers.
Yes, I can take custom orders, too! I hadn’t thought about that before.
Saturday we visited the Santa Barbara Farmers Market. It runs across two perpendicular streets downtown Santa Barbara. It used to be held in a school parking lot. I found that much easier because all the stands were in a large rectangle and I walked up and down the aisles knowing where my favorites were located. Now it’s spread out over blocks and blocks.
I took my Nikon camera and 105 mm lens because it does close-ups from 1.3 feet to normal range photos like above. Also the 105 mm lens isn’t as cumbersome to carry as my telephoto lens that weighs a ton!
Here are photos of people, veggies and flowers from the Farmer’s Market:
One of the many gorgeous flower stands.
Squash blossoms. My friend who lives near Santa Barbara stuffs zucchini squash blossoms with ricotta cheese and sautés them. Delicious!
There was live music which added to the festive atmosphere.
I love cauliflower.
This is a closeup of the blue flowers that were in the flower photo above.
Interesting spelling of garbanzo beans.
One of the flower stands was all orchids.
Another was all mushrooms. I’ve never seen mushrooms like these in clumps. Have you?
The couple in the center look like they’re enjoying themselves.
A closeup of rich purple blossoms.
Lots of veggie stands feature beautiful tomatoes.
I like the name Tutti Frutti Farms.
It was fun to take people pictures, because I haven’t done that since my college days as a journalism major. I was surprised when I loaded the photos onto my laptop and saw interesting interactions.
I hope you enjoyed my day at the market. Our objective was to buy a homemade pie at a pie stand for a friend’s BBQ Sunday. We found the stand and bought a cherry crumble pie. Yum. Then with mission accomplished I wandered around with my camera.
What photos do you like best?
Do you go to farmers markets near you? What do you like best from farmers markets?
This is how I’m packaging my cards. However, my folded cards have not arrived yet. This is my first trial run that turned out with the photo on the front and blank on the back. I hope to have my first folded cards in a day or two. Then if I’m happy with them, I’ll order more including Mrs., Poppa Quail and Roadrunner.
I’ve been working on a website, ordered business cards and each day I find a little something I want to change or improve.
Then it dawned on my that I will be visiting my son this week and he has skills and talent to review and improve my projects. How great is that? I asked him for help and he said he’d love to. Also, while we are in the Bay Area, he and his wife are treating me to a day in the North Bay — to visit Sonoma and a quaint town I’ve never been to before.
Another treat is staying at my favorite hotel and taking the kids to Chez Panisse.
I’ve made the executive decision to continue working on this card project, but it’s not going live until our summer vacations are over. I won’t be here to get delivery of cards or do fulfillment if I happen to get any orders. So, I’ll keep working on getting things just right.
This is a video from my FlipFone (remember those?) of the Saucy Stenographers — my son’s band in 2011. Their name is from a fabulous novel called “Ella Minnow Pea.” My son wrote music, lyrics and is on keyboard. The singer is the granddaughter of a prominent Palm Springs mid century architect with the last name Wexler. My husband’s office building he used to work in was built by this architect. The show was in a club downtown Palm Springs. We weren’t very supportive of the band. We were swim parents. Why was our son missing swim practice for band practice?
Both of my parents were musicians of some sort. My earliest memories of my mom in our tiny home in Snohomish, Washington were of piano students coming in after school for their 30-minute lessons. My dad played saxophone and clarinet in high school which my brother took up. Mom played piano and flute. I took piano but dropped it for flute.
Mom was a coloratura soprano and had a gorgeous voice. I had the best lullabies sung to me every night. I went to rehearsals for Mom’s roles with the Seattle Opera Company and as the star at the Seattle Playhouse as Little Red Riding Hood. The play had three actors. Grandma, the Wolf and Little Red. Mom sewed me a matching costume to hers which I wore to every rehearsal and performance. I was around four or five years old.
Our son loved piano while our daughter did not, to put it mildly. She loved swimming. I put her in ballet, which I loved, and she thought it was a weird form of punishment to wear leotards and tights in the hot desert heat. She preferred a swim suit and being in the water.
Here’s my son playing piano at his senior recital.
He was a theoretical math major doubling in music his freshman year of college. Then he fell off his bicycle and had an injury to his hand that stopped his piano and music degree. He continued with math until he met the love of his life who was a Literature major in the College of Creative Studies at UCSB. Our son switched majors to be with her. He didn’t want to spend another year trying to prove the existence of zero. We worried with his choice to switch from Math to Lit that it would be harder to find a job. It all worked out. They are married and he found a job where he uses his Math and English skills.
Here’s one more of my son’s high school’s band songs he wrote lyrics and music to. This one’s called Second Hand and has that teen angsty feel to it. The lines about sick for weeks and sucked under the waves refer to RSV as an infant. He was plagued with severe asthma, sinus infections and illness growing up. Desert Nights, which I posted first, is my favorite song of the Saucy Stenographers by the way. The band ended when the members went east and west for college.
Did you have musical parents or family members? What instruments did they play?
“In a single week in the summer of 1973, a quiet suburban neighborhood implodes when generations of mystical deceit become too much to bear. Drawn to the web of secrets and lies, the other worldly slivers refuse to be ignored, pushing one family to the brink.” –From https://eckhartzpress.com/shop/slivers/
Another good read from a fellow blogger! I’m so impressed with the talent in my small WP circle. “Slivers” is the second book written by Vicki Atkinson and her first fiction novel. I loved her first book “Surviving Sue” which documents her life as a survivor with her mother who was an alcoholic, had Alzheimers, anxiety, depression and Munchausen’s. Vicki not only survived, she championed her disabled sister while becoming a licensed professional counselor with a doctorate in Adult Education and degrees in Psychology.
I’ve been reading reviews and snippets of “Slivers” on Vicki’s blog VictoriaPonders and I couldn’t wait to get my copy.
The supernatural elements of “Slivers” are based on Scottish lore of creatures with a hive mind. I knew the book was going to be spooky but it surprised me with twists and turns. The characterrs were well developed and Vicki did an amazing job with the kids. They seemed real with distinct personalities and voices.
I’m not going into more detail, but encourage you to read it.
This is the third book by bloggers that I’ve read in a few weeks. I wrote reviews of Eve Marie’s “Quest for Absence” and P.J. Gudka’s “Perfect” HERE. Eve’s blog is Cupcakecacheblog and Pooja’s is Lifesfinewhine.
I highly recommend all three books. They are better than anything I’ve read lately!
My great grandmother, author of cookbooks “Nellie.”
I had a welcome surprise the other day. I received an email from a stranger who was cataloguing a huge collection of antique cookbooks. He read my blog posts about my great grandmother’s cook booklets and said he ran into copies. We exchanged a few emails. He said he was impressed and they were a good representation from that era. We’re talking late 1890s to early 1900s.
I mentioned there was one booklet that I didn’t have. “16 Studies in White and Gold,” which are egg recipes. He scanned and emailed it to me. A week later he said he found an extra copy, asked for my address and mailed it to me! I was thrilled. Since he doesn’t have “Sick Room Necessities,” I scanned it for him. Also, I found several letters and photos of Nellie’s as well as her husband’s obituary, scanned those and sent them to him. (FYI, Nellie went by her married name as a cook booklet publisher extraordinaire, Mrs. De Witt C. Owen. Her real name was Ella Upton Leighton Owen.)
Nellie’s husband De Witt was first a printer and then a newspaper publisher. Eventually they left Dixon, Illinois for the “far west” moving to Anacortes, Washington where he was publisher of another newspaper. They settled in Marysville, Wash. when he took over that town’s newspaper. My namesake grandmother Elizabeth Owen was their only child. When my mom Mary Ella (named after her grandmother) grew up in Marysville, Nellie lived next door. She was in my mother’s memory a loving and kind grandmother, the most nurturing person in my mom’s life. Nellie died in 1948, so I unfortunately never met her.
Nellie was a strong woman and set the type herself for her cook booklets that she sold across the nation for 10 cents each. Her market was ladies’ church auxiliaries. The booklets were used as fundraisers, much as our kids sold gift wrap to raise money for their school. My aunt told me that at times, Nellie supported her husband and daughter with her cook book sales.
If you want to read more about Nellie and her cook booklets, I wrote about her HERE.
Here’s an except from “Sick Room Necessities:”
Have a wonderful Easter weekend! Any plans to celebrate Easter, Passover or Spring?
I found a few photos of Ella Leighton Hunter (Hunter was her maiden name, Nellie was her nickname) in an old family photo album. It includes photos of Rose Hunter and A.J. Blethen. Blethen founded The Seattle Times and the family still owns the paper generations later.
I found postcards from Rose Hunter Blethen writing that she was looking forward to seeing Ella at Christmas. Ella was adopted into the Hunter family after her parents died. Dr. Hunter, Rose’s dad, thought Ella was so cute and always thought well of her. She was adopted as a young child. I’m enjoying researching our family heritage and am impressed that as a journalism major, I’ve got lots of newspaper history in my blood!
Two baby quail with poppa. They are the tiniest I’ve seen. I think they just broke out of their eggs!
I missed Red hanging out in our yard for three full days. I was so worried he’d abandoned us. Or, perhaps he thought I’d abandoned him. I honestly believe we had a bond, because when I’d go outside, he’d show up. I’d drive up our driveway and he’d sing to me from a nearby tree. I was inside for two full weeks, post surgery and Red disappeared. Fortunately, I had a Red sighting on Monday and heard him singing while I sat outside — now that I’m able.
Red taking off for who knows where! Below, I spotted Red near our feeder across the yard.
I caught a Gilded Flicker in flight. That made me smile.
Here’s a Gila Woodpecker and below is a Flicker.
Getting my Nikon out with my telephoto lens after more than two weeks of not using it — also made me smile. I used it for all the photos above, looking out my casita window. The photo below, I love for the morning light.
I’ll finish this post about what made me smile with a selfie I took with my iphone. It’s a goofy photo of my new look taken in the reflection of our sliding glass doors.
