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literary saturday: potpourri

October 24, 2015

Oh man, friends, we made it to Saturday! Oklahoma did not float away in the rain. We are not burning up under the sun. No winds are blowing down our roofs. Not yet, at least. Today is a serving up a pretty mild dose of autumn, and I like it.

I hope you and yours have a weekend of rest and recreation all cued up and ready to enjoy. Handsome and I certainly do. As we drink some perfect coffee and nibble on one or two things to wake ourselves up, let’s share what we’ve all been reading.

BOOKS:

My Life in France by Julia Child This is our current book club selection and it is delightful. Child describes Paris the way Hemingway did, and both remind me of my beloved New Orleans. Also, food! Her passion for food is so alive on every page. Really fun read. I will give you a full review soon.

Unmasked by Kane Hodder Handsome and I attended a costume/superhero/character event in Tulsa last spring and met this gentleman, the actor so many people know for his role as Jason Voorhees. Oh man, you guys. His memoir is a heart-breaker in the beginning. Reading it is really amping up the Halloween mood.

unmasked

 

ONLINE:

Indoor Herb Gardens: It’s late October and lots of us are putting our summer gardens to bed. But this is prime time to think about herbs, especially with the biggest cooking holidays of the year right around the corner. Herbs make all of that stuff better. House Beautiful offers some wonderful indoor herb-growing inspiration. Of course, since you’re smart you’ll also contact your local County Extension and favorite Master Gardener for technical help. : )

Yummy Fall Recipe: I am way too obsessed with apple fritters, and this recipe by Not Without Salt (I am also obsessed with her) could be my final undoing in the diet department. Apple Cider Fritters With Cider Glaze. Bless her, by the way, for posting food that is not pumpkin-based.

Ann Voskamp offers A Brave Way to Heal Our Relationships: Often I cannot bring myself to read her words because they cut too deep, too close to the nerve. Then I get brave suddenly and read them and remember that yes, they cut, but with truth. And truth has a way of also healing. Good stuff right here, friends. Good stuff indeed. In this post Ann is talking about the commonality of brokenness, the importance of listening, of setting our children gently into an unknown, and also social media. She challenges us to think about building each other up with bricks, not throwing them. This was refreshing in the best ways.

joc horse colorado
This young lady is doing so great on her big Colorado adventure. She makes us incredibly proud, and seeing her happy makes me happy. But this whole situation sure keeps me praying hard. Trust and faith. Faith and trust.

Gratitude. We know it is so powerful. My friend Kim shared an article at Live Happy online magazine called 8 Easy Practices to Enhance Gratitude. The post is a year old, haha! But that’s fine because this advice is timeless. My favorite is #6: Fall Asleep to Gratitude. I have a worried version of insomnia pretty often, and lying in a quiet room saying nothing but thank you for one specific thing after another is the sweetest way to drift off. A nice extra is waking up feeling peaceful and content, full of heart. Counting blessings instead of sheep is great advice, and so is the rest of this list.

Risk of Moderation: Again I’m reading about food and health and how to navigate it all and still be happy. This post over at The Greatist revisits the idea of “all things in moderation.” The timing could not be better for me, as I have spent these last few weeks, actually the past couple of months, making one weekend full of excuses after another, indulging socially over and over again, until suddenly my loose jeans are a bit snug. (yikes) No matter how much running I have been doing, I have not been not losing weight. And now? The cruel joke is that running is difficult again, even right after doing pretty well at that race recently. Food matters, friends. So the white lie about moderation is a solid attention getter for yours truly.

Hospitality or Entertaining? Sandy the Reluctant Entertainer nails it again with this post. She shares memories of her mom and dad, considers the meanings and implications of the words we use to describe opening our homes, and asks where is our focus, self or others? I love this, as I love so many of her posts. Bless not impress. I just love it so much. Please dwell in these words before you get all stressed out about the holidays. Sandy’s voice is so soft and strong.

circa 1977, just because...xoxo
circa 1977, just because…xoxo

Okay, happy weekending to you!

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
~Lemony Snicket
XOXOXOXO

 

 

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mud monsters & pain management

October 23, 2015

In barely any time at all the middle field was slicked down, shiny wet and marshy. I looked down and saw the shattered concrete growing moss right before my eyes, chartreuse and emerald blooms and billows exaggerated in a time lapse that stunned me into fresh tears. The Signature of All Things echoing echoing echoing.

Toward the willow tree rainwater ran downhill, washing away all the day’s good intentions but also a hefty measure of regret. Fair exchange.

trough c

Then the curtain of rain pulled away and revealed filmy, wavering images of my girls splashing in the mud and wearing both t-shirts and sundresses, galoshes and ball caps, my husband’s green soccer jersey from his own childhood. My little Mud Monsters, shrieking and giggling at the sky, braiding their skinny arms together, knowing their mother was watching but not knowing then that she’d never forget that moment. They clawed at the air with their pink and olive Mud Monster hands and bared their pearly white baby teeth and smiled at me then disappeared with that same wavering, filmy trick.

The wind was weirdly absent during this rain and I needed it to sweep my thoughts away. Desperately needed it to comb through my troubled brain. I craved a storm instead of such a terrible, gentle shower and walked to the barn hoping for some tin-roof white noise. It  smelled like horses and hay and ozone. The cats twirled my blue jean-covered legs. One reluctant clap of thunder.

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Sometimes people tell us to count our blessings, it could always be worse. True enough. Other people say, pain is pain, no one has a right to measure one pain against another. Also true.

Sending lots of love to all my friends who are hurting tonight, for any reason. The sun will shine bright and true again, in its own time. Rain has its place. Let it fall. Let it nourish you.

XOXOXOXO

 

 

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friday 5 at the farm: things I heard this week

October 17, 2015

It’s been quite a week here at the dirt-and-hooves W. Handsome has been nursing an injury and doing his Commish work from home. I have been trying to stay caught up on things while not neglecting him. The gardens are changing seasons. And the animals are really enjoying the glorious weather. For Friday 5 at the Farm, how about a handful of things I have heard this week?

potting bench

  1. Llama Sneeze: On Tuesday while distributing protein pellets to the buff (on top of his free-choice hay) I leaned in for some face snuggles with Meh and caught, instead, a tiny, squeaky little sneeze. Right in the general direction of my forehead. Have you ever heard a baby llama sneeze? It’s not awful. Plus, he has lately been instigating spitting fights with his far beefier pasture mate. More on that soon.
  2. Parrot Playing Babysitter: Klaus is an enthusiastic romper of all farm-ily members, including Bobby Pacino the macaw, and sometimes our feathered boy has had just about enough, even from the safety of his outdoor cage. I was working in the nearby flower bed one morning and heard Pacino say firmly, definitely mimicking my own Mama voice, “No No! That’s a No No, okay?” The best part of this story is that the puppy obeyed the parrot. He sat demurely on the sidewalk and twisted his head and waited for further instruction. I went back to my garden tasks and left the parenting to the bird.
  3. V-8 with Glass-packs: We are selling the Jeep (aka Shakira) and have bought a little mid-century beauty for me to drive. She has a nice, strong, smooth engine that growls a little. Also not awful.
  4. Running Team W Expands: Around the time of my recent half marathon in Lawton, Handsome secretly ordered himself a pair of running shoes. This week they arrived in the mail. Then he got the green light from his doctor and told me he is ready to start running!! So hearing that fun news is just cool. Cool cool cool. So exciting! Now I am researching what races might offer discounts to married couples or people who practice anthropomorphism to a scary degree. Ideas?
  5. Sirens but no Alarm: Oklahoma is hot and dry this week, unseasonably so for October, and we have been seeing lots of grass fires. So we hear lots of fire truck sirens. Not good. Thankfully, none of them have been driving to our farm. This is a big deal emotionally because it was during this season seven years ago that we had that really scary house fire. In years since our area has been scourged with wildfires, too. So stuff like this triggers me. I’m sorry for those folks dealing with damage and simultaneously very grateful it’s not us this time.
He is getting so big. All the animals are cautious of him now. He still romps like a baby though...xoxo
He is getting so big. All the animals are cautious of him now. He still romps like a baby though…xoxo
louise buffing
Handsome showed me the ropes of car sanding and buffing before he laid a clear coat on my cute little treasure.

Okay, there you have it. Five things I have heard that made this week special. What have you heard?

Carpe Diem!
XOXOXOXO

 

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karen filley’s verdant zen retreat

October 12, 2015

Did you think maybe I forgot about finishing the garden tour? Not by a long shot, friends. It’s just that life has been wonderfully full this past month, and I did not want to rush through any of the remaining five featured gardens. Each of them deserves our full attention.

Today I want to share with you the fourth stop, the home of Karen Filley, which is also where we enjoyed a nice boxed lunch in the shade. But before I invite you into Karen’s garden, I have to pause to offer this embarrassing disclaimer: By midday on September 9th, my cell phone was dead. Totally dead. I had taken so many photos already and was on social media so much, sharing the excitement, that it just wore out, haha. Karen was nice enough to let me charge it indoors while we nibbled lunch and sipped iced tea, but by the very tail end of our stay it was only halfway charged again. So I had to literally sprint around her gorgeous property snapping photos here and there, desperately scribbling down corresponding phrases in my notebook. Rumor has it she is an open-hearted hostess who would welcome me back for a more lingering tour some day, and if that happens I will be sure to include you, fair reader, in the fun.

Okay. Let’s talk about lovely things.

KF label

Before we even stepped off the tour bus onto her property, Karen had grabbed a microphone and prepped us with some information about the gardens here. She explained how her husband sees “impossible” and “difficult for this climate” as challenges, not boundaries. How they propagate much of their planting material right here in their own greenhouse. And how, yes, they would be happy to share starts and seedlings. Just let her know what you want. You will have to dig it yourself, but you can have stuff. She welcomed us to eat anywhere in the expansive back yard, saving the one table bearing potted orchids, which was reserved for our beloved organizer Pat Chivers (my mentor!). Our hostess made us feel so welcome. I was really excited to get outside, and I was also anxious to charge my phone. Thank you for this favor, Karen!

The curving concrete walk from the bus to the garden gate was stunning enough. Ruffles and ruffles of color. Shade trees as thick and luxurious as the ones you see in the deep south but maybe more casual. And then you walk beneath a magnificent Magnolia around the corner bend, the biggest one I have ever seen outside of New Orleans. Breathtaking.

KF white shady edge
Regarding the ruffles of color, Karen and her husband have clearly learned that lesson of repetition like I had just noticed at Will Rogers a few minutes earlier.
KF sunny edge
Isn’t this fun? It’s like growing confetti and streamers all summer. You should see it in person!

KF magnolia welcome

How best to describe the mood of Karen’s back yard? It emits this very Zen-like vibration, but it also has a lot of artistic energy. The predominant color is jungle green, loaded with texture, but with a spectrum of pinks and purples and other pops of bright, juicy color, more than what you might imagine with just the word Zen in mind. Tropical. Lots of tropical vibes, evidence of her husband’s penchant for a good growing challenge. She has arranged several comfortable places to sit and linger and has added lots of artwork, both expensive looking and quirky, happy, interesting. I found myself thinking she and I could be good friends based solely on her taste in garden accessories.

The back yard is a curving, meandering, kinetic space that begs you to move deeper, deeper, deeper still. It has a flow that leads you calmly and is not the kind of place that wants to be rushed, so I felt so weird running through to snap photos before the bus left me.

The experience here is the most wonderful mix of Louisiana and Oklahoma, but forced into submission, disciplined and held to quite a high standard of performance. It’s like if Oklahoma and Louisiana gardens had a baby and sent it to boarding school in England but it dropped out to pursue an art career in Japan, but then the parents love it so much they can’t stop sending money. Really exciting. I grooved the atmosphere so much.

kf planter head

KF artwork

KF lime green

KF banana tree

KF ajuga hydrangea path
I lingered here too long, fully expecting to see a mythical creature cross my path. Maybe a faun?

The meandering paths are so seductive. Then right when your eye needs it you are washed in sunshine with these expansive lawns, all dotted by more seating areas and graceful little tree vistas.

KF sunny lawn

KF bench

Something I really grooved about Karen’s space was her use of foal points and inviting passageways and landing spots.

KF rose arbor

KF cozy patio

KF group w stick babies

Lessons and Takeaways

  • The tropical leanings of Karen’s garden oasis is really an encouragement to those of us who only grow, for example, a couple of sweet potato vines or a patch of begonias here and there. The takeaway? Max it out! Grow more of those things. Grow it with other unexpected stuff. Find some banana trees, pair hydrangeas with ajuga, dive right in and grow a tropical party.
  • Do not shy away from a challenge. Think about micro climates. Build up your soil. Focus on the plants’ needs and find ways to meet them.
  • Plan pathways and design landing spots and focal points throughout. Let your garden become its own tour guide.
  • Think about structure and bones and how the gardens will look outside of peak bloom time. (I have a secret wish to tour this property during a snowstorm! The trees, shrubs, pathways, hills, ironwork and pathways are so interesting.)
  • One more comment about soil: Karen’s garden is perfumed with peat. The raised beds are built up and thick and almost black. She has grown a crepe myrtle as massive an an oak tree, and the featured banana tree is just stunning. Mammoth. The lesson is feed your soil and go big or go home! This also applies to your container gardens.
  • In addition to micro climates, consider micro themes within your garden. Plant Japanese Maples and add Japanese artwork and a bamboo fountain, for example. Grow roses and add English style rose arbors. Use the power of collections to create visual impact and that cohesive feeling that well designed rooms give you.
  • Especially challenging plants can be grown in pots that are sunken halfway underground in good weather, then brought indoors to overwinter. Karen did this with a palm tree and I will definitely be stealing the idea.
  • Shun emptiness. Where you are not growing plants or flowers or mammoth trees, cultivate an emerald green golf course lawn. The luxurious feeling will make it worth the effort and expense.
  • Think about mood and what affect your garden has on people. Karen’s spell is tranquil and seductive. There is a strong feminine energy here that pulses out of every bed, every curve and color. It seems orchestrated and then let loose, an aesthetic well worth pursuing.
  • Garden joyfully! Be generous and embracing.

Whew! Friends, looking back through these desperately snapped photos made my mouth water all over again. And reading back through my notes made me want to call Karen and beg for a little Q & A with her and her husband. I feel like they have a lot of knowledge to offer us, with advice ranging from design to science and everything in between. I bet their art pieces each has a cool story, too. I would be very happy to massage my own gardens here at the farm into some semblance of her Zen-like retreat. It’s all just so gorgeous.

Thank you Karen! Thank you so much for the garden tour, for hosting lunch, for offering us baby Redbuds and more, and for letting me charge my phone. You are a generous soul and a talented designer and garden artist.

“A garden without its statue
is like a sentence without its verb.”

~Joseph W. Beach
XOXOXOXO

 

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what a wonderful world, senses inventory

October 11, 2015

A little Senses Inventory to tiptoe into this spectacular, leisurely Sunday. Lots of texture to experience. And let’s add cravings to the mix, okay? As always you are warmly invited to add your own inventory in comments… xoxo

See: Feathery, scrappy hula-hoop dream catcher accepting all the sun and maybe some dreams too. Wedding chandelier, also made from scraps and a hula hoop, like a cotton jelly fish in the breeze. It’s hanging from a red bud tree which is on her last leg and covered in blue-green scales. Still beautiful. A grove of Oak trees making willing trades of their waxy green for crispy browns and orange. Yellow wildflowers growing in the shade, where the sand is being slowly overtaken by grass. Thank goodness. Garden gate dressed in skimpy, sexy morning glory vines. Nature’s lingerie. Rusted milk cans bursting with bouquets of garden tools. So many rakes, spades, and poles. Where did they all come from? Sun streaming in with vibrating energy from behind us, pink and gold and fierce this morning. Floods of it washing over the pasture to our right, setting that miniature prairie on fire. Cold fire pit below the deck where we’re sitting. Cedar benches circling it like a little Stonehenge. Unlit strings of lights above us. Fruit trees to our left, thinner now and bronzing. Feathery willow tree downhill, keeping watch over the pond. Almost yellow.

"I hope that all your dreams come true; just remember that nightmares are dreams too."
“I hope that all your dreams come true; just remember that nightmares are dreams too.”

Hear: Chorus of angry crows above the forest. Blue jay squawking, other birds warbling gently, a single woodpecker. Interstate noise in the distance, once again easy to imagine it’s the ocean. Klaus scampering loud and clumsy across the wooden deck, giving chase to Natasha. Twigs cracking. Acorns pinging on the smokehouse’s tin roof.

Smell: Coffee, less sweet today, finally.  Faintest bit of chlorine. My own lotion and deodorant. Not much else. There’s an unusual cleanness to the air today, crisp but empty of even wood smoke. Weird. Nice though.

Taste: Only my coffee. The chewiness of the cream reminds me of New Orleans.

Touch: Cool breeze, gentle like breath on my skin. Especially nice on my neck and bare shoulders. Warm coffee mug in my left hand, skinny ink pen in my right. Mesh lawn chair beneath me, paper thin rubber flip flops riddled with craters and sticker scars. Now a wash of warmth on the back of my neck.

Think: If instead of living here I were to just visit this place, maybe stay for the weekend with a stack of books and empty spirals, a pair of running shoes and yoga mat, I would see it as a perfect retreat. I would wonder how this place exists and never want to leave, would want to absorb every detail at every time of day and never step inside. If I were a visitor my eyes might not see work undone or projects to schedule, manure to scoop, gardens to clean. My eyes might see it as beautifully and lovingly as I do at this moment. How much time am I wasting in life? Since autumn is historically when our life tends to change in big ways, October is more of a New Year marker than January. So I sit here thinking how different life is now compared to last October. And how will things have changed by October 2016? What dreams will have been pursued, what miracles will we have in the bank? What burdens will be lifted, or traded for new ones, because we will be stronger then?

Feel: Settled. Feeling settled and energized both physically and emotionally. Optimistic way beyond the outer affirmations kind of optimism. Feeling truly excited for the challenges and opportunities right around the corner. Trembling with happiness for my people.

Crave: I crave a fragrant, slow burning bonfire, deep laughter, and meaningful conversation. Lingering affection. Easy, soaking-into-your-bones kind of stuff. Craving blocks of time to write. More than blogging. Really writing. Craving soup and watermelon too.

Okay friends, thank you so much for joining me today.

Have yourself a really wonderful Sunday.

“They’re really saying I love you…”
XOXOXOXO

 

 

 

 

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Hi! I’m Marie. This is the Lazy W.

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