Feeling like a fish out of water


We did have a few days of sunny skies until the breeze kicked in bringing with it smoke.  It’s been difficult breathing, especially in the mornings.  Thank goodness the temps are in the 90’s now.

Below are images from this morning’s view minus the last picture of the actual flames, that was taken by someone else who was at a local favorite place, Butt Lake.


A west view from the upper deck


A view from the house looking down on the Creek house, smoke filled air. It’s worse than it appears.


A view off of the upper deck


Butt Lake Reserv.

More soon….


There’s some chatter going on in our community that there’s a new fire started that’s even closer to home.  Being that we live in a heavily wooded area in combination with hight temps, low humidity, we’re basically headed for an unstable 2-3 months. The extreme dry northwinds start in September-October, not good in this territory.

SO, with this said… I may disappear for a bit at any given time during this type of situation. Please know that if I have time during an evacuation, I’ll grab as many hand tools that I possibly can to continue working on your jewels wherever I may land.

Leaving the hills and wishing I were living on an island somewhere fresh and cool.


Smoke filled air seems to be hindering the life of many in the north state, the dreaded wild fires are here… 

We haven’t heard the exact cause, possibly a hiker on the Pacific crest trail or folks on the trail headed to their illegal canabis grow. Whatever the cause, life has definitely changed for the wildlife in our back yard.  I’m sad for the forest that was lost and will continue to die as the fire continues to grow. The poor babes in the woods who will and are parishing, this hurts my heart tremendously.  The smoke will clear but the destruction in it’s path has only begun.  Yes, I know wildfires are good for new growth but the process is unsettling, especially living on the ridge.


101-110 temps are in the forecast for the next several days with low humidity, an explosive situation.  The thick smoke filled air in combination with this heat makes it hard to do anything, I labor even to water the back 40.  Unfortunately for me, I have no air conditioning in the creek house (my choice), only an exhaust fan for the fumes, all that it’s doing is drawing in more smoke, I’m having a very hard time making myself work.  I admire those who can work under these conditions.

104 temps with smoke filled air

“A raindance, is what we need”.

Here’s information on our “Chips” fire.  Scroll down and you’ll find a timelapse video that reveals a smoky beast.


I’ve got this paranoia when there’s a wild fire, not being able to breathe, the thought of not getting out of here in time causes undue stress.  When I was young, my Dad was a Fire Captain, perhaps the paranoia comes from the stories he shared with us as children.  


My sweets is celebrating his Birthday this month, we celebrated early with family and friends down by the creek.  The sultry evening, soft lighting and the sound of The Be Good Tanya’s playing softly in the background made for a sweet party.  Thank goodness the cool 70+ degree night temps with the southern breeze pushed the smoke back up into the canyon until morning.  

For this event, I built a 14 foot barn wood table with four benches.  Enough room to hold 14 people comfortably, the rest of the company chatted under the stars and lights while lounging in the comfy Adirondacks. 







Finally, we have produced!  After planting three times trying to figure out what to do to organically treat our garden from pests, we have good food.  By the third time of planting and losing my entire greens, The weather was too hot to replant them so a ton of cucumber took their place.  The peas only gave me enough for one meal, I’ll try again in another month.  There’s a lot to learn farming your own food. 




“A blast from the past”


A few simply stated pieces


I’m still trying to find a way to make my work life easier.  The growing pains and taking on too much for a person working solo. My helpers are grown up and have moved on to their life journey.  


Learning to say “NO” is the hardest word for me, I want to make everyone smile and tend make promises that are hard to keep.  The people who have been patient and understanding are the people I work for, the ones who have supported me from the begining of my jewelry career.  

Creek jewelry is a small time business, my livelyhood but small time.  I don’t massive produce just yet since the demand is for individual pieces only.  Most sales end up with a  message to resize or do something different, THAT is what slows me down, the pieces are already complete but the requested change goes into the “to do” box which I work as I fill them in the order recieved.  

The stores and galleries are also on the back end of the business, I have a lot of voices calling my name but quietly.  As I take a deep breath, I’m holding my head up I’m going forth with my goals and will work through whatever I have to in order to get in the right direction. I’m not where I’m supposed to be just yet.  

This is truly a dog eat dog world and I have to keep focused while marching to my own drum.  

Just know that I put nothing but passion into what I create, always. 

It’s all good!


Good life

Home on the creek, the little things that fill my soul and things that money can’t buy.