Sentimental Gardening

My cousin Henry, like myself, was a bit of a sentimental gardener.  I remember sitting on his back porch one day, noticing a pot of variegated sedum.  When I questioned him about it, he said it came from our Granny’s yard, did I want some?  I think I left it behind that visit, but I finally did grab it on a later one.  When I couldn’t get the sedum to take in my yard, I grabbed another specimen.  That one didn’t make it either.  When he moved into the house with Julie, I once again asked about the sedum.  He pointed to a pot in a corner of the yard, telling me he hadn’t put it in the dirt yet, but I could have some and could I please make an effort to not kill it this time?

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In the groove.

IMG_3683It’s been the first full week of school, which means the return of daily structure and routine.  I know it’s good to have, I know Edie craves it, but after a summer of no structure, not only does it seem slightly overrated, it’s also slightly shocking to acclimate to.  At least it is for me. Continue reading

Granny’s Crab Soup

We took off to Baltimore this past weekend.  Generally I’m not so hot at making time to visit with anyone outside of the particular branch of the family tree we are staying with, but one of the beauties of summer is that we have enough wiggle room in our schedule to have long weekends.  Which means being able to make time to see people we really want to see.

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Hopping to it.

IMG_9439Suzicate is a creative kindred spirit, with her poetry blog, her sewing/quilting/fiber arts blog in addition to The Water Witch’s Daughter.  Suzi is an amazing photographer as well as an inspiring writer.  Whatever the topic of her latest post over on The Water Witch’s Daughter, I find it has some relevance to what is going on in my life, every time.  She approached me a few weeks ago about participating in a creative blog hop with her.  As I often find myself either in some sort of conversation about creativity or following the path of some creative avenue, I thought it was right up my alley. Continue reading

My Favorite Books: D.V.

IMG_9744I love Patience Crabstick’s Friday Reading Assignment posts.  They inspire me to write more about what I read, although to be honest, my reading list is not nearly as lofty as Patience’s.  She is currently working on a Fifty Classics Project while I tend to read well, nothing that highbrow. For the last few months,  I’ve been reading what Edie is reading, partially to keep tabs on what she’s reading and partially because she hands me books  she wants to discuss with me.  I keep intending to write about at least some of these books – they are not all The Fault in Our Stars and The Hunger Games – but first is a book I recently shared with her.  It’s one of my all time favorites – D.V. , Diana Vreeland’s autobiography.  Continue reading

And it’s a wrap.

A few years ago, a friend once remarked that you could be a parent the last week of school or you could work, but you could not be a working parent that week.  The number of activities that seem to require your presence do not leave much time to do anything but be a parent. Here, we had: Continue reading

This week’s go-to potluck item.

We spent Memorial Day weekend mostly around the homestead in a blur of outdoor band concerts, impromptu potluck dinners with neighbors and a float down the river.  There was an attempt to make home made ice cream that failed spectacularly when I realized way too far into the process that our ice cream maker was no longer of this world.  I tried googling how to make ice cream without a maker  but I didn’t realize until a few hours later it was probably too far along to really salvage. We now have a big plastic tub of frozen creamy strawberry mix in the freezer that is quite lovely with warmed pound cake or lemon cake fresh out of the oven at a potluck.

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Springing.

wedding 459Spring, with all its glorious blooms and colors is still a marvel after last winter. The blooming pink dogwood has transitioned to green leaves, with the breeze sending petals to the ground in spring’s version of snowfall. Continue reading