My garden in summer

by Beth Shepherd
( July 1st, 2015 )

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer’s year


— it brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.


~Author Unknown


Welcome July! My garden’s cup runneth over with every color in the rainbow. Dahlia and Sweet Pea for the vase on our table, a sprinkling of chive blossoms and nasturtiums on our salad, a few blueberries and alpine strawberries atop our breakfast yogurt, fava beans and mint for risotto. Summer, you are delicious and oh so delightful.


When I look out onto our tiny slice of urban heaven, I feel proud of the beauty and the bounty we pack into 700 square feet. Every inch is filled with pure joy.


Garden July 1, 2015


Sweet Pea


Side garden


Borage flowers


Poppy


My garden


Dahlia


My garden from above


Coneflower


Bee and sage flowers


Back 40


Sunflower


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Love and loss: Maggie

by Beth Shepherd
( June 26th, 2015 )

Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.


~Anatole France


Me and Miss M


I am unabashed when I say I loved, loved, loved Magnolia, my cat. She was with me for 20 years, and when I met Big Papa, with us, and then Little Bird too. We called her Maggie, Maggie Moose or simply Moose. She followed us—everywhere—the best companion one could hope for: our bathing assistant whenever one of us took a shower or bath, at the dinner table in her own seat, nestled between us every night (or an inch away from Big Papa’s nose), always nearby whether we were gardening, doing office work, or hanging out with friends and family.


Nose to nose


Maggie with Joel at computer


Maggie at kitchen table


Oh how her silly antics made us laugh, like the time she sat near the Christmas train set that wrapped around the tree, backing her booty up closer and closer until the train goosed her as it rolled along the track. She let out a loud Brrrrp, her legs running fast in place on the hardwood floor, just like you see in cartoons. before speeding off like a locomotive herself.


Maggie and Joel's lap


Maggie and J in bed


She was a talkative cat to say the least, serenading us with a chorus of brrps, and meowps, trills and chirps. If ever a cat were to start speaking words, I was sure she would be the one.


Maggie and Joel's office chair


Bathing assistant


During difficult times, she was my comfort, staying by my side after several surgeries, there for me to hug close like a teddy bear when my sister, father and dear friends Dee and Marshall became ill and passed away, there through all our adoption woes. For 20 years my day began with seeing her face, and making her a bowl of food. My nights ended hearing a thunk-thunk as she jumped onto the bed and curled up next to my head, purring.


Lying on the deck


Two girls


planting potatoes


The bond between us was long and strong. So much history and and so many memories of spending my days with my green-eyed, tailless tabby girl.


Maggie chair at table


18th birthday


If you’ve never felt a deep connection with an animal, then what I’m saying might sound frivolous. But if you stop to think about it, twenty years is a long time to spend with any living being. How lucky I am she was able to be a member of my family for so many years.


Dancing with Joel


Saying goodbye was heartbreaking, but I was fortunate to spend her last day—just the two of us—in the garden we both love so much. We sat together in the sunshine, and then in a light summer rain, amidst the plants and flowers, feeling the soft breeze on our faces, listening to the sounds of chickadees chirping. I will miss her sweet, gentle soul.


Me and Maggie last day


Last photo of Maggie


There cannot be love without loss, just like there cannot be happiness without sadness, or light without dark.


~Markus Peterson


Magnolia: May 23, 1995-June 24, 2015


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Finding fatherhood halfway around the world

by Beth Shepherd
( June 21st, 2015 )

Halfway around my little world
You had no idea that you were my girl


~Josh Kelley


Dada and daughter

6,267 miles between Seattle, Washington and Gyumri, Armenia


3 years of waiting


4 trips


16 hours of flying time each trip


12 time zones


Happy Father’s Day Big Papa


...and all the dads out there, not matter how you got there.


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