Monday, July 17, 2017


July 15th I had a garden party with some friends to show off the lovely garden that my dear and talented friend, Lisa N., had created for my enjoyment. She is an amazing landscaper. We all had a good time chatting, exploring, playing games, and watching butterflies and hummingbirds.
The food was good, too!
Lisa is the one wearing the baseball cap.  Thank you, Lisa!
I had set up a "photo booth" area with props and signs and almost forgot about it. I almost forgot to take photos altogether! So some of the party attendees had come and gone before I remembered and they did not get photographed!  Those who did were so kind to give in to my whim and pose for me (except for MJ's hubby).  Here are the photos of my fun friends who cooperated with this old lady!
One of my friends, Beth, then took shots of me doing the hokey pokey!
I also wore a tiny hat for a pose!
Can you tell that I enjoyed my party?

Friday, July 7, 2017


This is the poem I read when I spread the final ashes of my husband, Maxwell Clayton "Clay" Lefebvre at Trillium Lake.


My fingers stroll through the photographs as I recall
each moment that has been frozen in time.
I spread them out, recollect each lovely memory,
its laughter, its color, its sweetness; sleepy
lakes where we camped and fished, sat watching
dragonflies and birds drop in and out of view.
I picture scenes of us walking alongside free-spirited rivers,
squirrels chattering as we create a pinecone sculpture
to mark our passing through this place.
Cedar tree scents embellish the air as we journey, holding hands.
Poplars huddle in one space, as if in deep discussion,
and I whisper that I imagine trees plotting, planning,
exchanging rumors; we laugh together.

The path winds among ferns, trees, dancing shadows.
We silently savor what God has created, feel His touch,
enjoy the calming effect upon us.
We spot glistening webs, see soft blankets
of moss upon trees, you say they look like miniature lawns.
As I stroke the moss, you lean in and place a kiss
upon my neck, whisper that you love me, and the world stops.

Thoughts stored within my mind, now drawn out softly
like a silk thread as I finger each photograph;
rich opalescent moments captured
by camera, and my mind’s eye.

Saffron dawns may light up the morning skies,
and softened sunsets may stir a soul,
but my memories illuminate my heart.

Rose Lefebvre©

Tuesday, June 20, 2017


After church on Sunday, June 18th, I traveled the 10 miles to nearby Canby to enjoy the Renaissance Faire being held there.  I have been to a number of them over the years and do enjoy it. Even many people who attend will dress in costume. I used to when younger and loved fitting in with the frivolity! I had even made a costume for my husband and he wore it with pride! We were peasants.
I love seeing the costumes...
Sometimes I wonder about the people in the costumes...what they are like away from here...
There are shows to see and little plays...
and vendors selling their wares...
I got a henna tattoo here! It is not permanent like a real one and no pain!
And, of course, there is always the joust!
The crowd did thumbs up to allow the valiant knight to survive. Hazzah!
Even a pretty little pony was embellished for the occasion.
They had the largest rocking horses I have ever seen!  The children (and a few adults) enjoyed riding them.
I had a wonderful and relaxing day stepping back in time!
Hope you enjoyed the photo's and one day attend one of the fairs!