Glass Egg Mystery

Glass Egg

I was sitting in my favorite chair this morning reading and having a cup of coffee when for some reason my eyes went to the coffee table with its three drawers and glass top. Each draw is filled with special things. The first is filled with things I have picked up at different places and have a special meaning to me.

The second drawer is filled with a rock collection; most belonging to my oldest son also with a few rocks given to me by friends. For a while several years ago every time one of my friends or family members traveled to some interesting place I would ask them to bring back a rock, of course small ones to place in my coffee table. I now have a rock from Africa (top of Kilimanjaro Mt.), China, Japan, Mt. Hood, Mt. Shasta, the Silverado Mine at Mt. St Helena, some pipe stone from Nebraska, and a pretty stone from a mine near Silver City, New Mexico among others.

The third draw displays sea shells of all kinds from all over the world, most of these I purchased.

So periodically I rotate the draws and one can view my little collection through the glass top. One time I displayed a collection of vintage jewelry I had, however I sold all those.

Anyway the thought came to me to share my treasures every now and then and give its history, how I obtained it, and of course with a picture. So here I will put the first little treasure, the object that drew my eye and gave me the idea is a very old blown glass egg with a strange yet interesting story.

Back in the 70’s and 80’s we lived on an acreage next to the Siuslaw National Forest near the City of Florence on the Oregon coast. We raised chicken plus other livestock; however this story is about the glass egg. As I said we raised chicken, about 20 if I remember correctly, Rhode Island Reds… love those pretty chickens and boy did they supply us with eggs. Besides what we used I would sell from 5 to 7 dozen eggs a week.

This one time early in the morning when I went in the hen house to collect the eggs in one nest I found this beautiful glass egg… none of us put it there and we didn’t know our neighbors yet so it wasn’t someone else. Now here was this glass egg, I thought then and still do, a beautiful glass egg; I had never seen one before being a city girl all my life. I told the story to several people and here is what was told to me. It was said that, as we all know rats steal eggs and that a pack rat will sometimes leave or store something in the hens nest. Now I know that years ago to encourage a hen to nest on eggs farmers used to put glass eggs in the nest to encourage the hen to brood. So the only thing we could come up with was an animal, probably a pack rat left it in the nest and I think that is great.

So there you have the story, hope you found it of interest. 

Nice Harvest

Small Harvest

A Quiet Day

Here I am cozy in my office, as the outside is lacking in sun and warmth. It isn’t wintry but summer appears to be well on its way out… looking out the window I see my lawn is beginning to fill up with leaves turning brown like overdone potato chips a bit on the soggy side. The vegetable garden is a bit droopy and the many green tomatoes hang there waiting for the sun to give them the warmth and energy to turn them red with delight. I picked the few red ones and put them on the kitchen counter awaiting the salad I will make for dinner, there is nothing like a bright red tomato to scream summer sun and ooze the fragrance which says summer in volumes… Yummy.

 I haven’t done much on the constructive side today, a bit of sewing and some computer jobs that needed doing. Oh, and I made some plum jam from plums I picked from a small sad looking plum tree in my yard, the tree doesn’t look like much, it’s been neglected but boy did it produce a great many plums this year. I found a simple jam recipe and it turned out very tasty. I also make marinara sauce from my excess tomatoes. Saving that for when my son comes over on the weekend. It is so uplifting to cook with home grown veggies and healthier too. Everyone should find a small spot and grow at least lettuce, even in a pot lettuce does well…  Bye for now.

A Busy Beginning to the Fall Season

Moving into Fall

It has been a busy week for me I have been cleaning out closets trying to rid myself of the extra things I don’t use and perhaps someone else can. Our city once a year has a three day garage sale and this is the first time I will be participating, don’t know if I will do it for three days but perhaps two, it depends on how it goes.

As the years go by I find myself wanting to get rid of “things” and I find comfort in having less.  I also went through my bookshelves.  I have the hardest time parting with book as they are like friends. I am a person who never reads a book twice (it’s like so many books and so little time) again I feel I should give them to others to enjoy. Although there are some I can never part with, old book such as all my MISS READ books, THE SOJOURNER, THE YEARLING by Marjorie Rawlings and several of her other books, THE SHEPARD OF THE HILLS by Herald Bell Wright and WE TOOK TO THE WOODS Louis Rich. As I think about it, most of the books I have loved are gentle stories of the woods,like THE GIFT OF THE DEAR Helen Hoover, country life. My most favorite book is a very old book I found in a dusty old bookstore THE FRIENDLY ROAD by David Grayson published in 1913. What a treat the book was and still is, this one I have read a second time. I used to love to go to used bookstores and find an old book that called to me from its dusty shelf.

I used to work as a book buyer for a neat, little, local shop and even there I found I went by an inner nudging in picking book for the shop and it astonished me how well they sold... I think this inner nudging falls into the realm of what I call Angel Nudging.  Someday I hope to write about what I have discovered, experienced, and learned from the personal Angel Nudges I have had through my life.  What hardships I would have saved myself if I could have heard and heeded them in my younger year. Then again perhaps it all has been as it was meant to be...then as now I am right where I am supposed to be on my personal journey.

Another Year Older... Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

I have been sitting here contemplating on the fact that tomorrow I will be seventy-seventy years old... looking back over my life and realizing it had its good times and its bad but all in all I have been blessed in many ways, family, friends and always and inner guidance that I tried to adhere to which gave me strength over the bad times and filled me with peace and love in the good times... who could ask for more than that?