Valerie – Page 29 – Valerie's Voice

My Mother’s Ring

There is so much jewelry in this world…some unique, classy, and valuable pieces, but a lot of schlocky pieces too. I like jewelry and used to wear more of it, especially when I was working. However, I now mostly wear earrings…even though I do like necklaces. These days I will look at jewelry with a more critical eye, and I rarely buy any of the beautiful pieces I like when I do look… I say to myself, “where would I wear it?”

A 4″ tall, mini-pink, depression glass chalice that holds my special ring and earrings.

I have a few valuable pieces of jewelry: a diamond necklace Gary gave me when we were engaged, a pair of stud diamond earrings, and a pair of teardrop diamond earrings I’ve received as gifts over the years. I have some antique jewelry, and sparkly beaded necklaces I wore for a long time, when in fashion. At times I feel I should just wear my classic, lovely jewelry for the sake of wearing it…no matter what I’m doing, but I usually don’t bother.

Another valuable piece of jewelry I own is my mother’s ring. She was widowed in her 50’s and at some point she had her wedding rings made into a single ring using the diamonds and rubies from her set. Her name was Ruby so I always liked that she had rubies in her ring. When she died I inherited her ring. I wear it when I dress up, or on special occasions. For instance, last Sunday our grandson was baptized so I wore her ring. It makes me feel like she’s there too, somehow.

The ring is a bit awkward…protruding higher than I’m used to. It doesn’t exactly fit either…a little too big for my ring finger, a bit too tight for other fingers. But I wear it anyways.

When Gary and I got married 43 years ago, we each got a wedding band…plain and simple. On our 25th anniversary he bought me an anniversary ring, a gold band with diamonds to replace the original band that had become too small for me.

The saga will continue…to wear jewelry or not to wear it. But, I will always enjoy looking at jewelry, and admiring jewelry others are wearing.

Vintage Band Festival

A welcome break in the weather, with lower temperatures and lower dew points, along with coming out from the long and cloistered pandemic, brought a large turnout to the Vintage Band Festival on Bridge Square in downtown Northfield, on Saturday.

The cover of the program for the music festival.

It was very comfortable Saturday morning when I went down with my camp chair and set it up to listen to the music. The music started at 9:30am. Different bands played all day long for 45-minute intervals and small breaks in-between sets.

Folks set up their camp chairs to listen to the music.

The weekly Saturday, Riverwalk Market Fair was also happening on Bridge Square, making it a very festive place to be. There was a lot of energy and I think people were ready to be outside and to be together. The Vintage Band Festival did not happen last year during the pandemic.

I heard the Jack Brass Band, Sheldon Theater Brass Band and Banda La Veradera (traditional Mexican music) with a break in-between to deliver Meals on Wheels. Later in the evening I went back to listen to more good music…the Copper Street Band.

One couple chose to dance to some of the music, and, of course, little girls were twirling around in the front. I would have been at their age.

Little girls twirling and dancing to the music.

All the bands I heard were very good but the Jack Brass Band, described as a “New Orleans-style jazz with added old-time blues, rock, hip-hop, pop funk and reggae” was one of my favorites. Another favortie was the Copper Street Band described as a “ blend of musical styles that fuses electronic effects and brass”. The Copper Street Band featured arrangements from 1770, 1870 and the 1970’s.

It seems to me a good time was had by all.

On a side note, as I was leaning against a tree, listening to the Mexican band when I returned (without a chair) after delivering Meals on Wheels, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and a kind woman pointed to a $20 bill at my feet. She wondered if it was mine…and yes it was. It had fallen out of my pocket. I was grateful she alerted me, and thanked her!

Braiding Sweetgrass

I am reading a good book…savoring it is more like it: Braiding Sweetgrass. A few months ago, I ordered the book from the Northfield Library, and by mistake, I got the book on CD. I was immediately captivated by it and hadn’t finished listening to by the time it was due, so I ordered it again, both the CD’s and the book. I have enjoyed reading the book and listening to the audio version.

The book on CD, read by the author…always a special treat.

The book, Braiding Sweetgrass, is written by Robin Wall Kimmerer; a mother, scientist, decorated professor and enrolled member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation.

The book is described as “A hymn of love to the world” by Elizabeth Gilbert. It is a book on “Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants.”

A basket of sweetgrass (and one bee balm stem). photo by LR.

Robin Wall Kimmerer’s vivid descriptions, explanations and metaphors delight the reader. It is a book for nature lovers and anyone interested in learning about the indigenous ways, and teachings from the land and plants. It’s fascinating.

The recurring theme is sweetgrass, Mother Earth’s hair, one of the four sacred grasses for the indigenous people (sweetgrass, sage, tobacco, cedar). Braiding sweetgrass is a tradition, and they believe having braids in the home, or given as gifts, brings positivity and goodwill and kindness…and wards off negativity. Traditionalists also “smudge” the braids, that is burn them, in ceremonies.

Gathering sweetgrass in the basket. Photo by LR.

While reading through the book I was inspired to braid sweetgrass. I was talking with a friend, an herbalist (her website is https://www.cannonvalleyherbals.com – check out her website for a recent article on sweetgrass under the “Blog” section) and she told me she had sweetgrass growing in her gardens. She said I was welcome to come and pick some sweetgrass for braiding. So I did.

I placed the sweetgrass on an amber, antique glass plate and made herbal, ice tea to create my workspace to braid.

She showed me what sweetgrass looked like (always a good first step!), then how to pull it out by the roots. It has a light vanilla fragrance…and if you taste the root you can taste sweetness. She left me alone to pull a basketful of sweet grass. Afterwards, she took a minute to show me how she has braided sweetgrass. I took my good fortune home and started in.

Having fun, braiding sweetgrass. Photo by GB.

I had great fun braiding the grasses, using large clumps, and strands of seven in each clump. The scent is pleasant and subtle, and the results of the braids were rewarding.

Beebalm blooms, an added touch, to my first braid, now on my front porch.

A braid of sweetgrass wraps around the bottom of my aloe vera pot.

I recommend this book. It is a fascinating read.

Morning Greeting

This amazing scene greeted me this morning on my walk.

I love how the clouds are outlined by the sunshine.

The heavens declare the glory of the Lord…

What a way to start the day.

Literary Steps

It caught my attention while driving down Division Street in Northfield. Someone painted the steps leading up to the library. I stopped on the way back from my errand to take a closer look.

This caught my attention while driving past the library.

I stopped and immediately started photographing the steps while oohing and aahing over the fantastic idea and amazing artwork to a woman with a broom, tidying up the steps. I said I love this new paint exhibit and asked her if she knew who the artist was…she said, “Me!” She was a long-time children’s librarian in Northfield, and has since retired. She loves children’s books, as do I.

Kathy Ness, the artist, applied for a Main Street Artist’s Grant and was awarded monies for “Literary Steps”.

The art teacher from Spring Creek Elementary School (formerly Sibley Elementary) offered to help her and so the two of them painted this beautiful piece of art.

Kathy was putting the actual book near the step representing it. This is one of her favorite children’s books: *Stop That Pickle!*

She painted replicas of children’s book spines on the 16 steps going up (I counted more) to the Division Street side of the Northfield Public Library. She asked the community for suggestions for the book titles and chose 16 titles from the list.

Many of the books I have read, but I got a few new ideas to check out. One of my children’s favorites, “The Little Engine That Could” did not make the list.

I love this beautiful artwork on public display in downtown Northfield. It definitely adds to the unique and wonderful place we call home.

My Stargazer Lilies

A favorite flower of mine…the stargazer lily. They are in bloom now, and I am enjoying them in my garden.

Front Porches

I know it would have been smart to get in my daily walk during the early morning hours on our recent trip to NC, where we went to visit our son and his family. At this time of year, in July, the temperatures climb high, as does the dew point, so getting things done in the early morning is a good idea.

But the allure of their front porch won out. Our son and his wife and two children moved into a lovely two-story house with a veranda in the back – off the kitchen, and a porch in the front. They are at the end of a cul-de-sac, with a wooded lot next door and a landscaped, water collection pond across the street with more trees in the background. New houses were being built the next block over.

There are two very tall trees, with skinny trunks, across the street from where we sat on the porch. I loved looking at them – sometimes they would sway with the wind and intertwine at the tip top, and sometimes they would stand tall and alone – but they were striking, and greeted me every morning.

I quickly got in the routine of sitting on the front porch every morning. I would usually be the first one up, make myself a cup of coffee, and head outside to the front porch. There were two comfy chairs waiting for me. I would enjoy my quiet time there as eventually the others would wake up. The best part was when the grandkids woke up, came out, and sat on our laps while we welcomed the new day.

There are a lot of front porches in the “south” as tradition dictates. It was fun to look at them as we drove through the area. In this new neighborhood, when we saw folks on their porch, we always said hi, and in turn, when I was sitting out in the early morning and neighbors walked by, there was always a greeting. What a wonderful thing.

The porch made me think of my neighbor across the street from us in Northfield. She’s has made her front porch into a sitting area, an extension of her house, and she’s out there as much as her time allows (which is a lot). People always stop to visit with her. I think of her as our neighborhood watchdog, and find comfort in her being out on her porch so much.

Across the street, my neighbor has flowers surrounding her front porch…complete with rocking chairs and an umbrella. The corn growing from her flower pot was planted by a squirrel. We’re watching the stalk grow!

Our front porch, at our own house in Northfield, has a swing which I also love, and use often. However, a swing is not conducive to drinking coffee. Our front porch is covered and faces north, therefore shaded all day. Yet, it’s set back so it’s not as open and visible to passerby’s. We do use our back deck a lot. There are many trees providing shade in the morning hours and late afternoon/evening times.

I ask myself would I do this – drink my morning coffee on the front porch daily – if our front porch had chairs instead of a swing? Would I fit it into my daily routine? I’m not sure. It just seemed right in North Carolina. Maybe because we were on vacation…

All I know is a front porch is inviting, and a great place to spend time!

My Hibiscus

On our deck, my beautiful hibiscus is blooming. I love the color.

A Visit to North Carolina

Visiting someplace new is always fun. And staying in a private home instead of a hotel is delightful. And having grandchildren at that home is the best!

We spent eight days in a suburb south of Charlotte, North Carolina visiting our youngest son and his wife and two children. They recently moved into a new home there, leaving a two-bedroom apartment in Colorado. It was great to see their new house and their neighborhood, to actually see their faces to know how they are doing, and to hug the grandchildren.

I enjoyed choosing a photo – or two – every day to send a “Photo of the Day” to our other son and his family back in Minnesota. It gave a glimpse of some of the things we were doing during our time away…like going to a fireworks display on the fourth of July, or going to the neighborhood swimming pool, building a workbench,

working on art projects, playing dominos, going to parks and playgrounds, going on a picnic, going out for ice cream.

And simply sitting on the front porch every morning, drinking our coffee, waiting for the kiddos to wake up and come down to greet us each day. Hopefully creating memories for the grandchildren.

Their house is next to a wooded lot so we saw deer several times, and lots of birds. We heard interesting creatures (insects and/or frogs) at night when we ate dinner on the veranda, in the back of the house.

The covered veranda at the back of the house.

As we sat on the veranda on our last night before returning to Minnesota, we saw two fawns and a mama deer in the woods. We talked about how curious we were as to what was over the hill and down the road in the wooded area.

The “Private Drive, NO TRESPASSING” sign.

A “Private Drive, NO TRESPASSING” sign was posted at the entrance to the driveway leading into the property, at the end of the cul-de-sac, next to our son’s property. We had seen little activity there over the past week. Our son and daughter-in-love had not ventured past the private property sign since they moved in, about a month ago. We had been there only a week and were curious!

The wooded property at the end of the cut-de-sac.

So Andrea and I decided to venture down the drive that last night. We bravely walked down the road, arm in arm. The deer saw us and ran away. We approached a modest house on a lake, and took a look at the surroundings. Our curiosity satisfied, we turned around and walked back up the drive. Just then we saw a car’s headlights! The occupants were coming down the drive.

We were busted!!!

After all the times of no activity… and then…here they come when we are trespassing.

Our son’s house next to the neighboring, wooded lot.

The car stops, of course, and two young men in their 20’s rolled down their windows. We greeted them and told them we are from the house right past their driveway and we were just curious to see what was down the gravel road. Thankfully they were very nice about it. After a little small talk we continued on, walking very quickly back to the veranda where our guys were waiting, curious to hear what happened. They had seen the car go into the drive and wondered what kind of reception we’d get.

We settled back on the veranda, let out a sigh of relief, and then had a good laugh.