Saviour




i woke this am to hear the squawking of a bird in my house, a baby blue jay who had fallen in the toilet whilst trying to escape ">Jujee. The little brothers have been on a Lord oF the Rings kick as of late. Roscoe the Brave put on his elfin cloak and lead the way into the Fairy Forest where he searched for a safe place to rest and wait.
we did what we could.
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xo milady

Midsummer's Eve

Midsummer eve chores. Turning dirt, watering garden, sending aliens into black holes. For a moment the light shifts and turns on the crickets, the frog songs and bird lullabies. The air is fragrant and cool to my nose. Perfect and still.
I go to check the piglets and turn to see this: Blue on Red in Green. mmmm

then this...wherever Milady went, her lamb-dog was sure to go....

and this crappy ol wire fence so delicately strung along the back drive with weeds so lovely it makes me sigh....



Bandito wants some goodnight love, so i stop and bid him well...the sun softens still into pinks and lavender ...
telling all lits time to be still and listen to the distant night songs of trucks and tractors going to their barns

while the night pulls her dark shade up the mountain higher still

until all we see is the golden crown on red rocks and know its time to go in.


xo milady








Aliens and Spaceships


golden scalloped squash aka SpaceshipsI think Blossom may be an alien


These two are kissing
no, really.


The Aliens...aka potatoes
(notice the audience forming in the background)

"doo doo doo ...take me to your leader.."



This one has
lots of body parts"ahhh my spaceship, where is my spaceship?!"
(then non stop boy noises and alien distress.)
it all culminated in the freshly prepared bed of rich soil, taken from last year's poop and grass and folded in, shovel by shovel, to the new bed where the aliens got sucked into black holes...complete with all the sound effects.
Morgan and I gardened til it got dark. Awesome.
xo milady

Their Valley










Their valley i call Home. To imagine them here, living respectfully with the seasons, honoring their hunt, but most of all living, laughing, loving like any person, makes me feel like the European imposter i am. The more i learn the less i know. I'm fascinated and famished for more information. Did they once dwell where my house is now? Did little children play in the forest as mine do? Do they know i am on their side?

Amazing pictures
I met this man who is Chief Ouray's great great grandson. Roland McCook. What a lovely lovely man.
He talked about the Ute culture. They do not even have a word for good-bye. They say " see you again". The need for such a word didn't exist, for to them, there is no end. They also had no curse words. No intentions to will negativity on anyone. Interesting.
This is all part of my history cramming for the Ghost Walk launching July 4th.

xo milady

Got Ghosts?

Chief Ouray (oooh-ray) and Otto Mears
This is what i've been working on...just what i need...another thing to oversee.


I live in a unique area next to an in tact victorian mining town that is filled with legend and lore about its original inhabitants. A true Western town, pioneered by brave and greedy souls in search of their fame and fortune. I have created a little entertainment for the tourist season to make a little $ and have a little fun doing it. I have read more history books in the past 2 months than i have in my entire life. It sounds stupid, but i had no idea, really, of how we (non native american) got here. Just in case anyone wonders... I am on the Ute's side. :)


more to come on this subject


xo milady

summer kick off








Its memorial day weekend in the usa. that means a long weekend and no school! we are going here a driveable distance from this mountain. the lake is so big you can find your own little cove and stake claim for a few days. the hot parched desert and tall red rock walls rise out of what seems like endless fresh cool water. boat, a must. waterskiing for miles feels like flying.

honor and remember those you love and have lost.

xo milady

A Decade









The million dollar man babyturned 10 yesterday. Roscoe the Brave has reached an epic milestone...he is now the proud owner of a REd Ryder bb gun (...you'll shoot your eye out!!... It even says : for kids 10 and up on big letters on the box. Cool. It is strictly off limits without dad. And no pointing bossy big sisters or whining little brothers either.

Its hard to believe this guy could've become something so different than what he is. Wheelchair bound, asthmatic, blind or dead. He is vibrant, smart, capable, freakishly athletic, sensitive, thoughtful, has big beautiful greeny blue eyeballs that see deep into your soul without a hint of needing eyeglasses. He is the cheese in the sandwich , the meat in my faith in whats possible and unknown.

I love you little man. I am sooooooooooooooo glad to be your mum!

xo milady

Coming Home





For those of you with school children...this is the time...the time when all the year's creations find their way home to nooks and shelves. sometimes, shhhhhh, in the trash. my kitchen window is the epicenter of my prized pottery gifts from art class. my newest friend is so large he has his own shelf. mr. onion head.
what do you treasure made by your little artist?

xo milady
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F. Rojankovsky continued






















How i love thee....let me count thy ways!!!



I feel like i owe my love for illustration to Feodor Rojankovsky . His un- mistakeable imagery has been spoon fed to me since i was a baby. Looking at his pictures stirs an old familiar sense of a long time ago home, a place i can believe in, a place i may have come from.



Today, i covet my own copy of the Tall Book of Nursery Tales, and share the stories with my own children. Jujee the cat-dog enjoys it too.






Hope you have a relaxing sunday.






xo milady

Feeling Better

feodor rojankovsky....
more on him tomorrow

guess who's feeling better?
and not like my neighbor last year....
its springtime in the rockies which means the bears are awake and hungry.
it weighs heavy on my mind everytime i let the kids out to play. oh, and don't forget the mountain lion and wolverine. no wonder i love my new print - a gift by Hidden Eloise. thanks Sarah! xo

baby's update

xo milady

Catching Up

finally, my girls are laying eggs again!







Hello friends. Let's catch up. I've been a little busy. its spring in the valley and babies abound.
I did go and feed the bum lambs on my birthday. they are so sweet, so fragile, so in need of a warm hug and milk. i fed a little brown one that looked like a tiny elk toy. when i returned to feed on another day i saw the unfortunate pile of those who didn't make it. i like to believe my little elk was part of the robust group now feeding from a bucket ringed with nipples.



i also went to see about some baby goats. one in particular decided she liked me. alot. for some odd reason, my husband won't let me get her. (though he will kiss a pig...) speaking of pigs...we had quite a day yesterday. remember Morgan's painting Horse Chase?
well, it came to fruition. the kids picked out their show pigs, we drove for miles, and then, they escaped from the trailer. one got ended up in the horse paddock relentlessly chased by our frisky colt until the poor little thing ran right into a fence. Tate grabbed it while the stars were still circling around its head. the other ran into the the great wood and headed up the mountain. Roscoe and I gave chase, bushwhacking and tripping over and empty rugged river bed. we lost sight of the little guy when we heard a distressed squeal coming from the neighbor's property- which meant only one thing....Otis. Otis the giant slobbering loverboy with the head the size of a cow's was on the piglet, head in his mouth. i was sure that was the end of that little piggy. But Otis actually saved the day. he kept the pig in place until i could get to it at which point i flung my body over it to keep it from darting off into the wild west one more time. i picked him up like a baby and tried to calm him down as i carried him to his new home.
we all made it home okay and i am grateful.
Thanks Otis, thanks for not killing the piggy. Thankful that i didn't poke my eyes out on the scrub oak branches or twist my ankle on the rocks while trying to chase a pig into the wilderness. thankful that our investment is still alive.

more on my lamb obsession Blossom & Dot

Have a lovely day!

xo milady

Good vs Bad Old



BAD




design sponge makeovers...sometimes i like the befores better! GOOD



BAD


GOOD
Funny commentary on ugly house photos i've been on this site for days - it makes me feel better about my house :) or at least motivates me to paint the cabinetry in my kitchen! ( i think i saw some similar ones to mine on there..oh no!)
My house was built in the late 70's in all its glory. I'm always looking for some inspiration to evolve it.
Thinking about how i love old stuff but only certain old stuff.
Thinking i need to do something other than this today.
Have a good day!
I'm going to go check on the piggies now.
xo milady

















The Yearling

my little friend turned one today. one year ago she was born and one year ago tomorrow i would give her to myself for my birthday. this year, i am going back to the sheep farm to bottle feed this year's crop of motherless babes. i will try really hard not to bring them all home.
i am also going to visit some newborn miniature goats.
i never said i wouldn't bring home one of them.
besides, blossom could use a roomate.
remember this?
i love my weird life.

xo milady

Birthday Party





it goes something like this: 8 guests and one big brother who is a little older than me. Some of my friends want to play with him and not me. its MY party.
i'm mad. then i realize, i can control this crowd, and plant my face in my "dirt cake". everyone is laughing! think i'll do it some more. now i'm laughing!
all the while the big brother is downstairs and missed it.
ha ha.
xo milady