Friday, December 25, 2009

Five years of construction and we're finally closing in....

Many of you who know me or have been following me for a while know that we've been living in a construction zone for quite some time. Let's see... "quite some time" would equate to about 5 years.

I can't believe that I'm actually able to say that we are just about done with scaffolding, ladders, primer, sheet cloths, and all the other stuff that goes along with living inside your own construction zone. This year we actually got to enjoy our first Christmas in our new great room.

We're still getting settled and I'm still decorating and trying to figure out where to hang this, what to do with this corner, and what table I have that would fit here, BUT - it's livable, and more importantly, it's organized! Organization being the key word here. I can't tell you just how disorganized our life has been for five years. I will be tweaking for quite some time, but just so darn glad to have the big chunks out of the way. And besides, is anyone ever done tweaking when it comes to decorating?

This is what the other side of the room looks like. Yeah - it's a bar there in the corner.

We like to entertain. We live too far from any decent bars, so we just built our own. Y'all can come here and have a cocktail anytime you like!

This is a better shot of the ceiling and the stained glass window we had made. Regarding the ceiling, it is tongue and groove. When we figured out how much wood we had to buy for all of our tongue and groove ceilings in the new construction areas, we figured out that we have 2 1/2 miles of the stuff!
The stained glass window was made by Mr. Cavallini in San Antonio. I know I don't have a good shot of it, but it is actually a lavender field with some hummingbirds hovering over a lavender plant with a hayfield and live oak trees in the background. Which, for those of you that have ever been out here, know that those things are what symbolize Hummingbird Farms.

So I'm going to miss the Christmas tree, but will always remember our first Christmas in this room. Oh - and the fact that Jack and I listened to the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack on Christmas Eve.... That's another story.

Oh yeah - the BEST story of all about this Christmas is that we have three new baby longhorns and more on the way! So - in my next post I will introduce you to the newest members of Hummingbird Farms: Jingle, Bell, and Holly! They are so adorable and about the same size as our standard poodles. Just precious!
Merry Christmas!

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Percolating Memories from Hummingbird Farms

I am sitting here having my first cup of percolated coffee from our brand new Presto percolator! I have to tell you that it is one fine cup of coffee. Seeing my new percolator sitting in my hundred year old farmhouse makes me feel all nostalgic. It just seems to fit so much better than a drip coffee maker. In fact, I think I'm going to go put on a skirt and an apron and sit here until this entire pot is gone. It feels like the appropriate thing to do. Our drip coffee maker went out the other day so I snagged the drip coffee maker from our guest house and brought it into the main house, only to have it go out on us a few days later. After that, Jack and I both agreed that we were done with drip coffee makers. For some reason it seems like we've been having to buy a new coffee maker every couple of years (or less).

We have a big Bertha percolator that we get out when we have company. It always makes the best coffee and everyone always comments on how much better percolated coffee tastes compared to drip coffee. Every now and then we will get down Big Bertha just for ourselves to enjoy some great coffee for the weekend, even when we don't have company. The great thing about big Bertha is that you can make it early in the morning and literally drink it all day without it ever getting bitter, unlike a drip coffee maker. So - when both of our K*ups coffee makers went out on us, we decided we were done with drips....

I grew up on percolated coffee. I can still remember when my parents got their in vogue Mr. Coffee. Everyone except our neighbor, that is, seemed to be throwing out their percolators for their new drip system coffee maker. Our neighbor and my Mom's best friend, Tomi, had a green percolator (it matched her linoleum) and she flat refused to get rid of it. Far be it from Tomi to do what everyone else was doing. She has always been her own trend-setter and has always had a unique beat to her very own special drum. I often realize how many of her philosophies I live by to this day; she had such an influence in my life. I also realize how fortunate I was to have grown up with a house across the street that was as much like mine as my own house. Our families were very close. Tomi's younger daughter and I were inseparable and her older daughter watched out for me and treated me as much like her little sister as her own. Her husband would load up all the kids and take us all camping and fishing and instilled in me my love and appreciation of Big Bend National Park, and Tomi and my mother were - well, let's just say partners in crime... There was no defined line between our families. Our very existence was a 'mi casa, su casa' concept. If I was ever missing it was just assumed I was across the street. I was a part of their family and they were a part of mine.

Okay - back to Tomi's green percolator (which looked like the one here, but was green). I can remember it all the way back to elementary school because her older daughter was always responsible for cleaning it out and getting it ready for the next morning. She taught me how to put it together and clean it out. I also remember coming home from college and fixing myself a cup of coffee from that same green percolator. I recall once being home for a visit (I had to have been in my late 20's if not 30) and laughing at that antiquated percolator and asking Tomi why she didn't get a new coffee maker. She looked at me like I was totally whacked and said, "Why would I get a new coffee maker when this one still works?" She was also insistent that percolated coffee had a better flavor than drip coffee.

So today, decades later, I'm sitting here drinking a fine cup of percolated coffee and finding myself, yet again, living by one of Tomi's philosophies in life that has proven once again to be so very right.