Hoping Winds Are Calm



A Current Living Room View


The Country Living Room View

When Mother Nature decides it’s time to transition from summer, she paints a scenic picture. A tree’s green leaf’s die and the process turns them stunning Autumn colors, shades of yellow, orange and sometimes red. It’s a great time to be outside, for road trips or strolls in the park. Even the air smells different with the hint of fall sweetness. My hopes are always that fall winds stay away for as long as possible before striping branches bare for the next season.

Sure, the change means long, hot summer days are dwindling. Gone will be deck visits while dressed in shorts and basking in sunshine. Days on the lake become memories as boats are pulled from marinas, and along with RV’s they get winterized and parked.

Tan lines fade quickly. Sandaled feet get hidden in socks. Closets are fuller, because handy now, are the bulky lined coats soon needed for winter ventures.

These changes make some people sadder than others.

My up-side is, also gone will be nights too hot to sleep. No more sunburns to suffer when an outdoor activity takes longer than expected and you forgot to apply sunscreen. The most enjoyable is, no more swatting at pesky Mosquitos and other biting and crawling insects.


Soon, we’ll wake to a glistening white wonderland.

I consider myself a bit of a winter person so this season appeals to me more than to many. I love sunny day walks when the crisp air chills your cheeks and the fresh snow crunches under your boots. When the ground is white and the sky bright blue, the taste of a hot dog cooked over a roaring outside fire really hits the spot. Skiing, snowboarding, skating, sledding, tobogganing are just a few great ways to enjoy the outdoors and pass the coming months.

On the downside, blizzards, icy roads and dealing with outdoor issues in these conditions is never fun. I feel for those who have to leave their cozy homes in crappy weather to get to their daily jobs. I don’t miss those days.

Being retired has fantastic benefits during the winter months. We keep the fridge and freezer stocked so we can hunker-down and watch from indoors when snow is blowing and it’s too cold to be outside.

Do you live in a four season region? Which is your favorite season?

If not four-seasons, how many do you get and what major change occurs?


Rural Living or City Dweller?

This or That Thursday is here ! 

Which Lifestyle Do or Would you Enjoy Best?

Join in the Fun, Put your preference in the Comment Box.

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Peaceful Country Living       or       City Skylines and Conveniences?

I was city born and raised, but moved and lived most of my life in the country. Looking out at horses grazing in pastures is a sight dear and special to me. Our children grew up with sand in their shoes and dirt under their fingernails, climbing haystacks and exploring bush trails. The grandchildren had experienced the same when they came to visit. The lifestyle choice meant some days ended with being bone tired from chores but the hard work and long hours were worth it.

At times I missed a city’s convenience, being able to walk to a store or restaurant, or having pizza delivered to your door.

Currently, my husband and I live somewhere between rural and city. We hang our hats at a lake and golf resort. With a corner lot, the view of three fairways from our cottage and maybe a two minute walk to the lake we get the open space feel. Like living rural, we still have to drive to the nearest town or city for our supplies but on the other hand we can walk within the resort to visit friends or go to its restaurant for a meal.

Let’s see which is more popular.

Put a quick or explained response in the comment box.

My answer is “Rural” country living.

Although part of me still longs to be a city dweller again.

The next regular Blog post will be Monday.

West Coast Wonderful


Spectacular Shorelines


Tomorrow will be the first of two, long, tiresome legs of a coming journey. The thought causes a twinge of an expected ache in my lower back and butt. Excitement mounts as the hours tick closer, to the point where the last nights sleep in my bed becomes restless.

Prior to departure is a week if not more of preparation and sleep deprivation. The, I got to run to a store for that. I better start a pile of what not to forget. Oh, I might need that but where the heck is it? Wash clothes and then don’t wear items that might get packed. Arrange who will water plants and cut lawn.

A couple days before we leave it’s time to Google the weather for where we’re headed. Next is decisions and the actual packing. Layers, it always ends up layers. If I take that skirt I’ll need different shoes. If I take extra shoes, I’ll lose valuable clothes space, what a dilemma. I rethink my choices knowing I can be more efficient with mixing and matching. Time to empty the suitcase and start over.

Does this silly routine sound familiar? Who else starts a holiday with a similar process?

I sometimes think, “Is the trip worth it?” then scold myself. Stressing about the extra effort doesn’t last long because I’m grateful for travel opportunities. Whether one or numerous nights away, whether a near or distant destination, a trip is a trip and I cherish them all.

Of course, not every vacation is uneventful, minus challenges or mishaps. Our family has a motto for life though, which came years ago from my mother, “See the best in every situation and simply enjoy. Things happen for a reason. Delay’s put you where you need to be.” Some most remembered and talked about past holiday adventures involve, vehicle breakdowns, travel delays, last minute plan alterations, or unexpected weather.

It’s also normal for me to mourn the end of a trip. A fairly fresh feeling as it’s been mere weeks since returning home from the latest special excursion.


My Travel Companions

Exploring the Washington, Oregon coast was not new to my husband and I, but we’ve never had the pleasure of enjoying the sights with my oldest brother and his wife. A fun two week, 4334 kilometer road-trip, spent appreciating glorious scenery and each others company.

We strolled beaches, boardwalks, and interesting small-town streets. A unexpected bonus was stopping at roadside pull-outs to whale watch, and yes there are pictures to prove this fish story. (I point that out because of a trip where only I saw a whale and which our kids still believe was a rock formation.) During this recent drive we spotted deer, elk, mountain goats, bighorn sheep and even a black bear. We photographed sea lions, seals, amazing views, lighthouses, and waterfalls. After a GPS programing issue, we made our sternwheeler reservation with only minutes to spare and relaxed on a river cruise. Who knew Oregon state has two towns with very similar names. Of course, we shopped, we ate our fill of clam chowder soups, and we relentlessly teased each other, but most importantly we laughed and laughed often. What more could one wish for? Thanks again to our travel companions for the wonderful time.

We proved you’re never to old for pipe-dreams. Visiting quaint ocean-side towns and breathtaking areas the four of us discussed where we would relocate after winning a big lottery. When we toured marinas and shipyards, the huge ocean crafts compared to our familiar lake vessels left us in awe. We picked out which yacht for my husband and I and which sailboat for my brother and his wife would fit into our new imagined lifestyles.


Gang Leader

My brother found this little guy at one of our stops and he became our trip mascot. A squeeze of his paw when we started a drive triggered a rough gravelly rendition of “Born To Be Wild”. I shared a performance video of this with our kids and our daughter replied with a sassy text, “So you guys are born to be wild, travelling in a mini van, going to fabric stores.” She gets her sarcasm from her father. (Here would be a great place for a happy face emoji.) Our son teased us less, probably because only last year he experienced one of these madcap, minivan trips with us four. A post covering that adventure will appear in the future. In our defence, it was only one fabric store, and we had a purpose. It’s difficult to find nautical prints living in the prairies. I needed some such material for a quilting project and my brother needed a curtain for his sailboat. 

Lesson I learned

Road trips with siblings once you’ve become an adult can be less traumatic. Being the youngest child of five, two of those being brothers pretty much explains my sediment. At least I’ve outgrown my fear that mountains are sleeping monsters waiting to eat little girls. A tale and little joke both my brothers found entertaining

Are you a organize ahead type of traveller or the day before throw a few things into a suitcase and that’s that?

Has anyone else travelled with siblings and enjoyed the excursion?

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Birth of my Blog, an Introduction

“Saddles to Shorelines and Life as it Comes”

Saddles Shorelines


My mind races like a Thoroughbred headed for the finish line, thought patterns change direction with the quick agility of a cutting horse. Emotions rise like a cresting wave in a storm, only to crash once they reach the rocky shore.

The above sentences don’t portray me personally, but they are set in the worlds I’m torn between. Two lifestyles and the basis for “Saddles and Shorelines”.

The “Why” Behind A Title

At age seven the “Saddle” part of the title formed. After receiving my first pony, few other hobbies intrigued me. Horses became my life. Every moment I could I learned, trained, and competed. Lucky for me as an adult my husband and children were happy to share this lifestyle.

As one’s body ages or perhaps a result of years of rigorous riding, physical reasons made me retire early from the saddle. Horses remain in my life, but I experience them from the ground now where I guide and pass my knowledge on to our daughter.

Our son’s interests swayed to a different horsepower source, the type with 4 wheels. Posts will cover this topic too since currently the number of classic vehicles in the family outrank horses.

Big changes happened. As they always do, the children grew into adults and ventured onto their own paths. We have a daughter and a son who moved and became big city dwellers, and one daughter who remains in the country. Retired from his, off-the-farm, job my husband and I moved to a lake and golf resort. A new way of life began, the “Shoreline” part of the title.

The goal for this blog is variety.

I’ll share life experiences in short stories meant to entertain or maybe even enlighten. I hope they will engage conversations and I look forward to comments.

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