Continuing

It has been a very long time since my last post but these have been at times busy and at times difficult to do the lighter things in life.  Now, continuing or maybe better said "restarting", my sewing, photography, and writing, with all the energy, ideas, and inspiration I can gather about me. I also plan to add painting to my creative expression - I have always enjoyed drawing, now I will see how I can paint!  I used to paint quite some time ago, water colors, and also with my Caran d'Ache Swiss pencils! Can I still do this?  Before we know it, it will be Autumn in the northern hemisphere, and Spring in the southern. So more news soon on my Winter Notions page!

Memories of ranch life in Cordoba, Argentina

Where would I live (if I could)? This is a question that is very difficult to answer.  So I need to think of all the places I have lived in, as an adult, and places that I stayed at for extended periods of time, and what memories I have.  This brings me to the province of Cordoba in the middle of Argentina.  Although I love cities with their constant activities, and vibrant life, I also enjoy nature, to think and write in a peaceful place, and this brings memories of the ranch life in the pampas region of Cordoba. 

During a summer I stayed at a ranch that had fields of wheat, cattle and horses.  If I could wake up one day, and buy a (smaller) ranch like this there and just move, I would be ecstatic.  This land had two large homes.  There was the main Victorian style home, with French windows, large rooms and high ceilings, and a beautiful landscaped garden of snapdragons, roses, and many trees, where the owner and his wife lived.  And there was the ranch manager (son of the owner) home, a low, sturdily built home with a front verandah, wooden shutters, well cared for, with chintz covered sofa and chairs in the living room, a large ebony Victorian cupboard in the formal dining room, and a kitchen nook, with walls decorated with colorful linen towels from the UK,  beside a window overlooking the rose garden.  My guest room was in the ranch manager family's house, and my room was very simple, with flower prints on the wall, a large window where the bright sun entered every morning, and outside in the hallway there was a cuckoo clock that worked well and was picturesque and woke me up, but that was ok. 

Around the house there were jasmine flowers, and in the nearby fields, there were Scottish looking thistles.  There were eucalyptus trees that lined the long road to the main house. I learned that eucalyptus trees were not native to Argentina but had been brought from Australia, as well as the water tanks.   It was on this ranch where I first saw an iguana wandering around the  swimming pool, and a praying mantis enjoying the light in the verandah one summer evening.

To celebrate New Year's the whole household which included guests who had come for the holidays from the Cordoba hills, Singapore, and England, went for a picnic on the monte, which was not a mountain but a woods of algarrobo trees, short and with twisted branches, where we sat in a clearing and talked about our travels under the stars. 

The property was owned by an Anglo-Argentine family who had come to Argentina to help build the railroads some generations ago.  They still worked the land and were involved with their town and its community, but everyone went to boarding school in England (on the then called Lollipop Express, which I think was a chartered flight). They spoke English at home, a particular old fashioned English with a few words typical of their community in Argentina - for example, instead of saying "we're going to the countryside for the weekend" they would say "we're going to the camp for the weekend".  Campo is countryside in Spanish.

I remember the cattle drives past the house with gauchos on horseback who came well in advance advising the 'patron' to close the windows for the dust.  We would have a lamb 'asado' which is a barbecue outside the main house, accompanied always with simple sides, salads, maybe some potatoes. A special dessert I remember were fresh figs with heavy cream. The heat that summer reached 45 Celsius which was quite warm, but the climate was very dry, and the houses, without air conditioning, stayed cool within their walls.  It took me a couple of weeks to get used to the silence (there was no television, an occasional record on the record player – and the clock but I got used to it) and to be able to hear the sounds of nature around me, and even my own thoughts, sometimes too influenced by all the noise when living in the city. We went around the property on horseback to visit the tambos (small dairies, each managed by a family who lived there) sedate rides on gentle horses.  

 One of my favorite writers is Manuel Mujica Lainez, an Argentine writer, who retired to live in the Cordoba Hills, and I can understand why.

Summer pastimes

Summer is here, with its very hot days, and stormy weather as well!  Although I love summer gardens and festivals, this past weekend I decided to stay cool at home in the air conditioning.  I worked at my crafts table with embroidery and cotton threads, batting, yarn, and trims and fabrics continuing to work on the new doll.  But with the sunshine coming through the windows, after carefully adjusting the blinds, I was able to get a lot of sewing done.  Next week though, a summer festival with great lemonade stands and crafts will be in my plans...the Smithsonian Folklife Festival!

Thinking of Spring

A beautiful, slightly crisp, Sunday, here at home in Virginia.  The sky is an incredible strong blue color, and there is a bit of green in the trees.  One of my neighbours has a few bright yellow crocuses blooming and I saw one tiny snowdrop as well.  It's time to go outside and see if there are any other signs of an early spring.

Inspiration and Ideas

There is so much inspiration everywhere.  So many ideas for photographs.  When I visited Florida this winter I was overwhelmed by the colors in the flowers, and all the green, the spectacular sunsets over the ocean, and the reflections in the waters of the Venice of Florida, Fort Lauderdale.  There was one home, I think it may have been on Key Biscayne, that was painted white, and had many windows, each with its dark brown wooden shutters, to keep the rooms cool and shady, and the sea breezes flowing through.  It was also perfect for a painting.  I need to get my paintbox and canvas out for next time!

Beginning my blog

Having a blog is new to me so there will be some stumbles as I learn how to use this technology which is wonderful.  I hope to share my photographs and sewing crafts as time goes on.  There is so much beauty in nature: spring and summer always surprises me with its flowers, and the changing seasons as we enter autumn has it own special beauty.  My sewing is probably genetic, if one can call it that.  For generations the women in my family have loved textiles, fabrics, design and creating hats, clothes, and even dolls.  I hope to post as much as I can and that I think can interest others.