Purple Flowers

Photographs and Memories

2012-01-28T02:32:00.000-05:00

Many photos have an obvious story behind them, while others just hint of one. I love photographs. They sing to me, they make me smile...they make me glad that I have them to cherish. They sit on my desk in what I call the room that is "my space".
There is a photo of Mom & Dad, my friend Isabelle, me (as a little girl), my younger brother in the first grade with his two front teeth out...so cute. A day with the girls at a winery in NY State. The girlfriend's photo is of big smiles on a bright and sunny day. However, it is bittersweet because one of them is no longer with us. She passed away from illness. At one time, I thought about taking the photo down because of the pain I felt. However, I soon realized the photo makes me smile, and I want to see Carole smiling back, knowing what a great time we had that day, along with many other days. It is all part of life...the smiles and the tears. When you look below at the photos, you will get a glimpse of several of the people in my life. I have more photos that need to be framed in order to preserve the paper (and of course look nice.) Those photos are also a piece of who I am, and what I have become. So, as I write this, I see this is now on my 2012 list of things to do. A rather small project, but you haven't seen me in a frame shop. I could stay all day and create. :)

Younger brother in the first grade.

Mom & Dad's wedding day, circa 1945

Fun day at a NY State Jazz Festival at Seneca Lake. Left to Right: Joanne, Erin & Carole.

My dear friend Isabelle
Yours truly

The New Year

2012-01-24T19:59:00.000-05:00

Around December 31st, I tend to reflect on the outgoing year. I think about the world on a global level, then pare down to my corner of the world...the good, the bad, the not so pretty, the beautiful and tenderness that life has to give. And I always always say goodbye to the "former" year on New Year's Eve. It's my way of closure.
Now-New Year's Resolutions...mmmm not so much. I find that when I make a resolution, and then don't follow through with it, a negative thought pops into my head, and I don't want negative thoughts popping into my head. I just continue with my bucket or scratch off list, whatever people like to call it, and keep moving on in a positive direction.

So, with that written, I wish all of you a very Happy and Bright New Year!

I'm Back.

2012-01-20T16:04:00.008-05:00

I am not too sure how it happened, however, I fell off the blog wagon. It was not an easy thing to do, but it's done, and I am over it. Moving on... or should I say "coming back"

This afternoon I was driving home from an errand, and to my fancy I spotted a tire swing in the front yard of a charming house. If only I had my camera with me (where is that thing when needed ?), I would have stopped and snapped a shot. A smile came to my face as soon as I saw it, and was instantly brought back to days gone by. Childhood memories! It was so refreshing to see this tire swing in its simple form. I know there must be a young boy and/or girl who playfully enjoys it. Hopefully, one day I will get to see the them swinging on it. Swing away!

I would like you to know that I did not stop reading your blogs. Sometimes I commented, sometimes not. However, I enjoy reading what is going on in your thoughts, lives, etc. It has always made me feel good inside. And isn't that what life is all about...feeling good inside.

Well, the sun is beginning to set here. We have a winter Advisory in effect for snow, and I am going to light a few candles before my husband gets home. I would like to think it adds a warm spot to walking through the front door.

Best wishes for a cozy weekend!
~Kathleen

The flowers will return - I hope.

2011-07-22T14:22:00.002-04:00

My flower garden has wilted. The roses, the sunflowers - all droopy. However, when I think of the amount of snow I shoveled last winter, I will take this heatwave and water the garden twice a day. This too shall pass.

Drink extra water this weekend!

2011-07-02T01:22:00.006-04:00

Artist: Frederick Hassam "The Fourth of July 1916"

I know I have posted this one before, however, it moves me, just as art should. I love the exuberance and energy that eminates from large flags waving and music playing. It's pure joy.

For those of you who have inquired about my absence, let's just say I took a nap, and have woken up. Still alittle sleepy, however, nonetheless, I am here. I have to blog soon about the mini sunflowers that we planted. They are twenty inches tall, and all three will put a smile on your face. I love 'em!

Happy Fourth of July! Wishing you the spirit of togetherness.
Ciao.

An Old Irish Blessing

2011-05-24T08:44:00.004-04:00

MAY the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sunshine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

And the Winner Is...

2011-05-20T06:22:00.004-04:00

24 Corners!

Jessica: please e-mail me your information, and the book will be mailed out to you!
Thanks to all who entered the giveaway.

A Sweet give-a-way

2011-05-14T04:28:00.066-04:00

My sister-in-law Emily Luchetti is the Executive Pastry Chef at two restaurants in San Franciso. One is Farallon Restaurant. The other one is Waterbarsf. She is also the Author of several dessert books, in addition to being a James Beard Award Recepient - quite a list of accomplishments!

Emily has a new book out entitled "The Fearless Baker" - a book that is very user friendly. The recipes are easy to follow, and the results are utterly delicious. I know this because Allen and I tested nineteen of them. We gave the goodies away to family and neighbors who praised the results. : )

So........if you would like a copy of Emily's book, let me know by leaving your name and comment. All entries should be in by May 19th 12:00am, and Allen (Emily's twin brother) will perform his magic and select a winner on May 20th. Good Luck to all!

Happy Spring!

2011-04-24T23:54:00.025-04:00

Signs of Spring are all around. Nature mesmerizes me and I begin to daydream. Walking past the newly bloomed flowered trees and plants, I smile to myself as I soak in their diverse colors and shapes. I want to wave at the Daffy's that seem to be waving to me in the breeze. Even the trees seem to want to show off their beauty with curvy branches, and pink and white petals - if only for a limited time. The delights of Spring are some of the beauties that poems and songs are made of. It's all here for us to enjoy. Live with eyes wide open.

Our garden -Spring 2011

Connecting

2011-04-07T21:46:00.007-04:00

You may or may not have heard of Eric Whitacre, a Composer and Conductor of music...wonderful music. Music for the mind, the heart and the soul. Eric has brilliantly synthasized a virtual choir. This magnificent choir consists of 185 voices from 12 countries. Yes, my numbers are correct. Hear and see for yourself. Then go to http://www.youtube.com/ and select from his other musical joys. You are sure to feel enlightened. Even though this idea was put into motion a year or so ago, I believe the world needs it again...and now. Good night my friends. "The evening hangs beneath the moon..."

One of my loves...

2011-03-26T14:41:00.020-04:00

Allen and I were having lunch today at a local restaurant. We were sitting by a window when into the parking lot came a root beer brown Porsche Carrera. My dream car. Seriously, my dream car. I happen to like looking at cars, driving cars; it is an enjoyment of mine. I have liked this particular car for years. Once I saw one in Vermont while vacationing. It was eggplant purple - love at first sight. It had saddle interior and of course, manual transmission. I sometimes think of automobiles simply as a means of transportation, but NOT with this beauty. She's a daydream of mine that I would like to explore the world with. I love its egg shape, and I swoon over the front headlights. It is a very unique shaped car, just like the older Saabs, which is another joy-toy I would love to own.

I have digressed. Allen was paying the bill while I walked up to the Gentleman who owned the car. He was alone. I addressed him as "sir" with his head full of silver wavy hair, and proceeded to tell him that I liked his car. I then told him, "one day I hope to trade in my Volvo for your car." He seemed amused and said "it is a contemporary mortal sin." I wished him a nice day and walked away. Allen and I had a chuckle in our car as we drove away. However his comment made me think - do I have any "comtemporary mortal sins" other than that car?

Do you ?

Sweet Baby Love!

2011-03-16T01:47:00.008-04:00

Left to right: Donna, Gina & Antoinette

I recently attended a baby shower for Gina, a beautiful young woman I know. She is the daughter of my dear friend Antoinette. There is always love surrounding Antoinette, Gina and Donna (Donna is Antoinette's younger daughter - also beautiful inside and out). They are very close, and it warms my heart to see the immense love within this family.

Antoinette hosted a baby shower for Gina. Donna was in charge of the fun activities we participated in, and the women at my table were full of giggles and smiles.

The gay festivities on that Sunday afternoon made me think of love, hugs and kisses. I saw everyone from family relations to friends hugging one another. Women don't hesitate to embrace each other; it seems so natural, and it sincerely warms my heart. It is nice to shake hands with someone and covet their hands, however a hug represents the feelings of the heart coming through. It personalizes feelings. A hug gives and a hug gets at the same time.

The love in the room for Gina was evident beyond words. Approximately sixty women came together with love in their hearts to extend best wishes to Gina and Brian. I was teary-eyed at the love that was expressed so beautifully.

Shel Silverstein has insight

2011-03-11T21:02:00.012-05:00

"Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me...Anything can happen, child. Anything can be."
A quote by Shel Silverstein

Profound words from a wonderfully talented Artist, Author, Philospher and all 'round genius. Can you tell I enjoy him? Everytime I read the book (below) I can feel my heart melt. If by chance, you've never read this book, run, don't walk to your favorite bookstore. You will position it high on the shelf, along with Shakespeare.

Please include the people of the world in your prayers tonight. ~Goodnight my friends.

The above quote is not in "The Giving Tree"

Coming soon...

2011-03-03T15:10:00.002-05:00

to a garden near you.

This is a photo from Spring 2010. Right now, we have one wee yellow crocus poking her head up through the soil. I love color!

Sweet Baby Love!

2011-02-28T06:56:00.037-05:00

Left to right: Donna, Gina & Antoinette

I recently attended a baby shower for Gina, a beautiful young woman I know. She is the daughter of my dear friend Antoinette. There is always love surrounding Antoinette, Gina and Donna (Donna is Antoinette's younger daughter). They are very close, and it warms my heart to see the immense love within this family.

Antoinette hosted the baby shower for Gina. Donna was in charge of the fun activities we participated in, and the women at my table were full of giggles and smiles.

The gay festivities on that Sunday afternoon made me think of love, hugs and kisses. I saw everyone from family relations to friends hugging one another. It seems that women don't hesitate to embrace each other. It seems so natural, and it sincerely warms my heart. It is nice to shake hands with someone and covet their hands, however a hug represents the feelings of the heart coming through. It personalizes feelings. A hug gives and a hug gets at the same time.

The love in the room for Gina was evident beyond words. Approximately sixty women came together with love in their hearts to extend best wishes to Gina and Brian. I was teary-eyed at the love that was expressed so beautifully.

Love

2011-02-20T06:04:00.014-05:00

We have had a great weekend! Allen and I drove to Burlington, Vermont to see Andrea (our neice) in a play. The other time spent was visiting with her. The play was "Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare. It was a fantastic production! Andrea played Maria, and she play it with wit, fancy and tremendous talent. Her voice is like a songbird. Oh, how I wish you could hear it. I am sure it would awaken your senses as it did ours.

Andrea is smart, heartfelt, and beautiful inside and out. She cares for her family and friends, and puts them in a pot of love...and she nurtures that pot of love. She's quick to smile, and also has much empathy for others in their time of need. I have always thought of Andrea as a shining star, and she is... to all who know her.

Just look at that smile!

Andrea and Allen

Turning 90 and feelin' fine!

2011-02-11T05:06:00.029-05:00

My Mother's Birthday day was a great day and night. She received cards, flowers and telephone calls from friends and relatives. So happy!

Her favorite cake is strawberry shortcake, and we had one made to order. (By the way, the strawberries from southern California were sweet.) Mom loved it!

Flowers from her friend and neighbor Nora graced my Mother's table on the eve of her birthday. There was another beautiful vase of flowers from my friends and neighbors...Theresa and Mary. lovely!

All of us need glasses to read, and my Mother at the age of 90 does not. Simply amazing.

Mom and her two sons: Dan on the left, and Ross on the right. Ross flew in from Arizona, and made my Mother a very happy Mom.

A family photo with my Father there in spirit. From the left is me (in black), my Mother, Ross in back, my sister Mariann in front, and Dan on the right.

I had to grab Ross for a photo.

Have you ever wished...

2011-02-04T03:25:00.014-05:00

Have you ever wished you could meet two people that are so important in your life...but you are unable to?

I wish I could have met Allen's parents. The photos I have seen, and the stories and compliments I have heard, makes me almost feel as if I knew them. But not quite. I know they deeply loved their children, family and friends. They taught their children to open their eyes to the world around them. They strongly believed in education, and gave all four of their children many wonderful opportunities to explore education in schools, and in the world around them. They were progressive on many levels, travelled around the world and lived by example. And...they loved their Old English Sheep Dogs: Seymour first, then Charlotte, then Truffles. Allen's Father only allowed one bumper sticker on his car, and it read "Teach Peace". This gives me an inkling as to what he (Ed) was about. Allen's Mother was called "Twink". Her birth name was Emily, however, the name Twink stayed with her throughout her lifetime. I have a strong feeling it was because of her twinkling blue eyes. So sweet.

The wonderful and humorous stories Allen and his three siblings tell of days and years gone by are very beautiful and heartfelt. The memory of their parents sit in a big part of each of their hearts. Quite a legacy.

A space of my own.

2011-01-29T07:38:00.025-05:00

Photograph of "Woman Looking to Sea" by David Schock

We have a guest room on the second floor that is quite comfortable for anyone. They even get their own full bathroom. This room is also spacious enough to make a space of my own. Music, and a small water works fountain fills the room with tranquility. There is artwork and photography on the walls. And then there is my chair with an ottoman!

The chair is my place where I seep deeply into daydreaming (not the same as daydreaming at a red traffic light). I read, knit and nap there. I can watch the snow fall from the windows, and it is simply delightful and inspiring. I love this room. The walls are painted a summer sky blue. Overall it's "my space" and I love it very much. In the past, my "spaces" have been very different from each other, however, I always made room to carve out something for myself.

Will this make you smile?

2011-01-26T17:25:00.027-05:00

I took this photograph last summer, when I felt loved by the sun. I hope it jogs your memory to a time when shovels and gloves were a distant thought.
I do love the sight of falling snow: the quiet and peace that it brings. HOWEVER...the above photo is what I am now starting to think about .

And for those of you who love those sunny days of Spring (who doesn't) when there is dappled sunlight through the trees, here's looking at beautfiul pansies. courtesy of sweet AbbyJ.
Are you thinking of the happy Spring sun?

Some things about me.

2011-01-21T07:13:00.102-05:00

A special Thank you to the lovely Jessica at 24corners for presenting me with a Blogging Award.

The main premise is:

to write about oneself in order to let people know more about you. Instead of nominating others (there are so so many), I have decided to let you in on a few more "insights" about me. Okay fellow Bloggers, here it goes.

- When I walk into a stationary shop, I get an adrenaline rush. Shoes hmmm, not quite as much as the feel of fine paper. I know it sounds strange: paper over leather. Where have I gone wrong? :)

- James Taylor is one of my all time favorite singer/songwriters. His voice carries me away to a land of peace and sunshine. If only our World Leaders would listen to him.

- My favorite dessert is tiramasu.

- Vivaldi's "Four Seasons" gets played in our home on a regular basis.

- I prefer world literature for reading: Women writers as well as their Male counterparts. I also love poetry. It's the sugar in my tea.

- American-Italian is my background. I am an American first (having been born here) and am full of Italian heritage. I am one of four (second to youngest). My parents had two boys and two girls.

- My Father went across the Rainbow Bridge in 2004. His name was Rosario, he was a good man, and I miss him everyday.

- Nature is fascinating. The colors and hues of the sunsets during the four seasons amaze me. The winter sunset is full of pinks and lavenders. While the summer sunset is reflective of the hot oranges and yellows.

- Hearing people laugh is heart-warming: I especially love my Mother's giggle and my Husband's belly laugh. So great!

- Trust, humor and honesty are the basis for my friendships. I gladly recipercate. Friendships are extremely dear to me, and I hold them close.

- Attending Spin class is important for me. It helps me feel good with all those endorphins swimming around in my head.

- I strongly believe in the fairness and equality within the human race, animals included.

- Listening to my instincts is very important for me to do. I've learned that a knee-jerk action or reaction is not the way to live my life. My Father taught me to think things through. I get a better result.

- I am a romantic.

- I hope you have better insight about me. ~Kathleen

It's raining... umbrellas!

2011-01-20T03:16:00.051-05:00

The umbrellas (two, three, and four) can be found at the Museum of Modern Art (NYC) here

I have an interest in umbrellas. Sometimes I wonder if it tells abit about someone's personality, or did they just grab the first one they saw in the closet. Some people view an umbrella as a functional object to shield themselves from raindrops. Other people have the need to make an artistic statement with colorful and/or bold patterns. There are those people, who in like the third photo prefer to look conservative, however, all the while walking with blue skies above them... with an almost secretive smile. It is almost like they know something no one else does.

I have two umbrellas. One is small in size: black with a white geometric pattern around the edges. I consider that my rather conservative one. The second and favorite umbrella is a melding of colors (pinks, greens, purples). Think Monet painting. When I purchased it, I knew that it will make me smile while missing the puddles.
What covers your head when it is raining?

Do you dare?

2011-01-18T15:50:00.003-05:00

Isn't this photo adorable? Unfortunately, I can't remember where I found it...oops!

Now, in my opinion, she is being creative. Maybe that's alittle over the top for most people, however, my question to you is what have you done lately to be creative in anyway, shape, or form? I would love to hear from you!

A warm winter girl...that's me!

2011-01-15T07:13:00.016-05:00

Plaque by Mary Engelbreit

Don't you just love hearing the dryer hum as it warms your bed sheets, pillow cases, blankets and clothes- specifically during the wintertime? When I was a kid, my Mother had a dryer and an outside clothes line for summertime use. As a kid, I would run through the white sheets or pretend that I was a mummy, until 'mommy' told me not to pull on the clothespins. When I was outside playing during the big snowstorms of the day, my Mother always had extra pairs of socks on top of the dryer at the ready. Still to this day, putting on warm socks is one of my favorite things.

White as snow...only warmer.

2011-01-12T04:53:00.007-05:00

Artist: Orangery (Etsy). She is so sweet to e-mail with. I love her work!
A blanket of snow covered us while we were snug in our beds. So soft in the night. Although a snow storm may have its inconveniences, I still think it is a beautiful sight.

THINK BIG.

2011-01-11T13:20:00.014-05:00

"The world of reality has its limits; the world of imagination is boundless." ~Jean-Jacques Rousseau

I sometimes tend to hold onto what is safe and reliable in my life. The familiar is so easy. However, lately I have been thinking about stepping out of my box into unchartered territory. The thought is exciting, yet scary. They are rather small steps, however, meaningful to me. I thank the blogging world for opening my eyes even further, to enlighten and help this flower to bloom.

Do you have a special one?

2011-01-08T06:31:00.016-05:00

I know I have written about this cutie some time ago, however, the thought behind it is worth mentioning again. My Mother's favorite color is light pink, and she drinks her morning coffee from a light pink mug. Allen drinks his specialty tea from a handsome dark blue china mug that was once his Mother's.
It is nice to have a favorite beverage cup & saucer or mug with which to drink your coffe, tea, hot cocoa,etc.
We have a nice collection, as do most people. My most recent favorites: a heart shape cup & saucer which I adore....or my ole' time favorite Mary Engelbreit mug. It is a tough decision, but someone needs to do it.

Do you have a "special" cup & saucer or mug?
Happy Weekend!

All it took was a look...and I was hooked.

2011-01-02T20:00:00.014-05:00

The Burlington Facade of the Royal Academy of Arts, London, England.

Artist: Timothy Richards

I received this beautiful work of art for Christmas. It is one of many arch doorways (the Burlington facade) of the Royal Academy of Arts - London, England. Created by Timothy Richards, it is one of a kind, made in Bath, England.

I could refer to it as a book-end, but would rather define it as a piece of architectural sculpture. It is difficult to capture the detail and beauty of this lovely work of art via digital camera. This particular photo was the one I chose. When I sit in our living room, I find myself staring at this beauty, admiring it. Now, all I have to do is go to the actual Royal Academy of Arts. Until then...I smile.

A Loving Message...

2010-12-31T03:00:00.001-05:00

Best Wishes for a Healthy and Happy New Year...Sincerely, Kathleen

The stillness of the season

2010-12-29T03:44:00.001-05:00

Peace

2010-12-21T02:08:00.008-05:00

Artist: Stephen Lyman

When I started this blog in October 2008, I did not have any specific expectations. However, you in the Blog world have literally swept me off my feet. There is a wonderful sharing of spirits, and I enjoy being a part of it.
My wish for you and your family is to have a joyful Christmas season.
Love is love.
Merry Christmas!
~Kathleen

The little ones

2010-12-18T19:09:00.009-05:00

Birds come every morning to the feeders we have for them. It is extremely interesting to watch their habits etc. We love helping them, considering there's not much anymore in the way of berries and other food for them to rustle up. Please don't forget the little ones in our nature world.

Do I ever miss her...

2010-12-15T10:05:00.007-05:00

At this time of year, I especially miss my paternal Grandmother. Unfortunately, I was too young to remember much about my maternal Grandmother, other than to hear wonderful stories about a very kind woman. So, you see, I have been blessed twice. And I take blessings very seriously.

My Father's Mother was Mary, and she was energetic, kind and warm to everyone she met. Whether you were a relative, or grandchildren's friends, she welcomed all to her home with a beverage, food, a smile and twinkling blue eyes. Oh, how I miss her!

Christmas was her favorite holiday. She baked and cooked for her large Italian family. And she decorated the tree, bought gifts and told us Santa was to arrive when we were sleeping. How excited were a couple of dozen eager young children we were. My family has such wonderful memories, especially with her in our lives.

I've been thinking about her lately, as I prepare my own Christmas. We share a love for baking and cooking. I'm learning to cook certain foods from my Mom, so the tradition will continue on. I just wish my Grandmother was here to see that she has passed on some of her traditions to me. I know she's smiling from above. I can feel her. It's just that sometimes my heart aches for her.

Merry Christmas Grandma... I love you with all my heart and soul. Thank you for sharing your love.

Re-visiting an old friend

2010-12-13T02:20:00.013-05:00

The 'Little Dancer Aged Fourteen' is a bronze statue created by French late 19th century Artist Edgar Degas (birth name is Hilaire-Germain-Edgar De Gas).

I admit it was love at first sight. I rescued her (a cast replica)from a garden center, standing out in the rain, fenced in, and looking for a home.

She exudes everything a Ballerina should: poise, impecible posture, grace, concentration, perfect stance, and simple elegance. One cannot help but touch the bow in her hair, feel her clasped hands, touch her textured hair, and her sculptured face.

This bronze reproduction stands in our Dining Room with enough space around her so the Viewer has full scope of this beautiful young lady. When I found her, I knew that she was mine to keep, but mostly to share with others.

Christmas in December

2010-12-04T05:39:00.019-05:00

The words are simple, and the meaning speaks volumes...take time to enjoy the beauty of the season. I have always loved the month of December. My Mother use to make "Christmas in December" happen all month long, as if it were magical...and it was...and it still is. The warm scents of cookies and candles, listening to Christmas music, and wrapping presents for family and friends. Then decorating the house and our tree, squealing with delight over our favorite ornaments and saying "oh, I remember this ornament"! Actually, I still do that.

Today I was exiting a shop, and a man held the door open for me. When I smiled and said "thank you" his reply was "Seasons Greetings". Those words resonated within me. I believe Christmas is about love and hope. Let us bestow that on one another this season, as we hurry about with our lists in hand. Let us remember, we are all human beings and we all need love...even from people we don't know. I believe it makes us feel part of a larger world. To extend yourself with simple words such as "good morning" or "thank you" can lift the spirits of someone you don't even know, and needs your smile...more than you know.
Season's Greetings!

A good friend is a treasure.

2010-11-28T23:55:00.016-05:00

Photographer: Kim Anderson

You're going through life: enjoying its wonders and surprises, getting through the rough patches etc., when all of a sudden you realize it has been too long since you have seen your special girlfriend.
In my life, her name is Joanne. E-mails are not enough for either of us. However, sometimes we get caught under the large umbrella of being busy bees. I miss Joanne's hearty laugh; it is contagious. When we are together, and it does not matter where we are, life is better. We talk, laugh, cry, talk some more. We connect.
Joanne is extremely busy with work, and keeping an eye out for dear ole' Uncle Fred. If there were more hours in the day, she would find good use for them. Her house is her palace, and when I step foot in it, I know this is my JoJo's home. She converted a lovely house with a strong bone structure (kind of sounds like I am describing a model, eh?) into a beautiful Victorian home, complete with antiques in every room, and warm colors that immediately want you to see more. It is simply a delight to eat breakfast at her dining room table, with the sun streaming through the bay windows. It is divine. It is Joanne.
So....Joy anne, when you read this, call me and we shall make a date for a weekend of the hearts. I love you girlfriend!

Joanne and Uncle Fred

That crispy crunchy time of year...

2010-11-20T00:54:00.016-05:00

It seems like all it took was the blink of an eye whereby I was wearing flip flops, taking photos of our garden and polishing my toes with pink and white polka dots. So summery.

I now wear cashmere sweaters, leather gloves and sweater vests (yes, vests: pull over, button-down, it does not matter. I love 'em all). They are one of my go-to items in my closet. They keep my midsection warm, while freeing up my arms for something or another. Maybe I am just following in my Dad's footsteps; he loved sweater vests and velour pullovers (and yes, I do love those too).

It certainly is late Autumn in our garden. All the perennials have been cut down low to the ground. We keep the two trellises out all winter as architectural landscapes, to create an interest during the winter months while the garden is sleeping. In December, we even hang wreaths and bows on the trellises . You'll see.

However, for now the Thanksgiving holiday is upon us. I am very grateful for my family, friends and health. I wish things were different for two friends of mine. Life is not so full of thanks for them right now. They do however, have love in their hearts and are surrounded by the greatness of family love and deeply connected friendships. I love them so. Friendship is priceless.

I am also grateful dear friends for you, whom I have met in blogland. I am constantly amazed at how it all came about, however, one thing for certain is that I do know I was meant to be a part of it. I communicate with people from as far away as New Zealand, and as close as NY, with a bunch of smiles and kind words in between. Blogging has become an important part of my life. It's a journal of sorts. And the thoughts and feelings that come through onto the screen are so very sincere. Smiles, laughter, tears, joy - we share it all. And I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here.

Here's wishing you a peaceful and heartfelt Thanksgiving holiday.
~Kathleen

Patricia (PVE) and her Artistry

2010-11-04T15:46:00.021-04:00

(click title for linking to Pve's Blog and Webpage)

I asked Patricia vanEssche (PVE) to design a monogram for me. She knows my love for flowers and the color purple. Well, as you can see, her talents came through again, and I love it! I then had the jpg. file printed at a nearby Stationer's shop. The weighted paper is folded in half with the crease at the top. Purple lining is in the envelope. So pretty!

(And it only requires a 44 cent to mail.) ~smile~

A thing of beauty.

2010-11-02T06:57:00.001-04:00

Artist: Julian Merrow-Smith

It's Halloween

2010-10-31T07:32:00.008-04:00

Time...

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The length of time between posts doesn't matter, as long as there's the hope of more to come.

September at the beach

2010-09-19T15:51:00.008-04:00

I went to the beach yesterday (Avon by the Sea) with my friend Susan. We had a delightful time! September is a wonderful month to visit the NJ coastline. The crowds of people are nowhere to be seen, and the only beach goers who are there are book Readers, Surfers, Walkers/Joggers and Photographers.

Although the day was breezy, the sun was shining its brilliant self. The beach is a great place to reflect and close one's eyes while listening to the sound of the waves. As you already know it is indeed one of Earth's greatest pleasures.

A time to renew

2010-09-12T08:07:00.019-04:00

Recently, Allen and I went on vacation. It is a special place where people do not lock their front doors and everyone waves hello. Many people drive along the white shell roads with golf carts. I read several books, ate homemade ice cream (and yogurt), wore my straw hat and relaxed.

A ride along the coastline

Early morning at the beach

This was my means of transportation - love that basket and bell.

The large bolders and white sandy beaches are a joy to visit in the morning, afternoon and evening.

Yummy black raspberry yogurt and sitting at a picnic table looking at cute sheep, while the sun begins to set.

Bicycling around the neighborhood. Lovely sites were all around me.

The backyard view in early morning, taken by Allen.

As always vacations have to end, however, the memories linger on. :)

A visit to a special museum

2010-09-04T10:53:00.029-04:00

This was not part of my going away summer vacation, however it
was a great Sunday morning day trip into New York City. We live
approximately fifty minutes west of the city (in suburbia). Allen
and I arrived early in the morning, visited some of our favorite
sites, and left when the crowds started to come through the
doors. I have a special place in my heart for this museum for
a variety of reasons. It's a beautiful place for one to feed the soul.
Note: I wanted to take photos of some of my favorite Claude Monet paintings, however, they did not come out well. Also, our favorite Joan de Arc painting was out on loan. There is so much to see: Asian, African, Western European, Eastern European, various religious artwork from centuries past. And I am probably missing many sections of the museum.

The Metropolitan Museum in NYC is too vast to visit just once. I have been visiting countless times since my teenage years, and don't know if I have fully explored the entire museum. It is breathtaking, educational, and exceptional.

A particular angle of the European sculpture garden. There were many people wondering around (like us) to take a photo of the entire room. In the background, you can see an Artist sketching. It was in this skylit sculpture room, that Allen proposed to me! : )

On the rooftop of the museum is the Cantor garden. There is a wonderful view of much of the city. Above is a slice of Central Park with the well known Plaza Hotel in the backdrop.

An interesting room of European style armor.

The American Wing Sunroom - this is inside the museum

A sculpture relief of a staircase in the American Wing

Stained glass Tiffany with waterfall

I hope you have enjoyed just a slice of this wonderous and special place.

Summer vacation

2010-08-25T07:14:00.004-04:00

We are going away to one of my favorite vacation spots. See you when we return.

(Flowers from my garden - Heliopsis Lorraine Sunshine)

Perhaps last, but not least

2010-08-15T18:31:00.019-04:00

Overall, the weather this summer has been sultry hot. My flower garden can testify to it. However, instead of mentioning what did not flourish under the NJ sun, I have decided to show you what we have been enjoying with our senses. A few of the flowering plants such as Lavender came and went with grace and elegance. We have a large lavender plant alongside the walkway, close to the front door. Many times, I would run my fingers through the flowers, and breathe in its heavenly scent.

Let's move on to what is still doing well under the hot August sun.

The multi-color Hydrangea has been another delight for us. The leaves are a rich dark green which is cooling to the eyes. And then there is the flowering ball that forces one to smile. Our Hydrangea bush could not decide if it wanted to be pink or blue, so it decided without our intervention to be both. We love it!

The David White Phlox has grown in abundance. Its tall stalks reach up for the sun, and strike a contrast between its pretty white flowers and its neighbor, the red Knock-out rose (which is sadly not blooming anymore).

Our sweet Porchulaca was never expected to grow this season, for the main reason that we did not plant any, and thought they were annuals. To our surprise, they popped up mid-season, and have been flourishing under the burning sun. They are listed as a succulent.

Ah,the Persian Shield is one of my very favorites. Its colors are outstanding: deep purple w/a silvery tint. It is "suppose" to be a shade plant, however, it has grown quite large again, under the burning sun. I love this plant.

So, there you have it. One of the many things that have taken up my summertime. It's been sheer joy working in the garden, saying goodbye to favorite blossoms and hello to new ones.

See you soon!

Summertime Fun and Flowers

2010-07-27T10:50:00.004-04:00

Coreopsis Creme Brulee from our garden

I have not been blogging much this summer. Getaway vacations and the nearby pool have been happily taking up most of my time. I am grateful and happy about the way things are moving along.

I want to continue this summer fun. I will still read blogs, however, I think I will continue my summertime break, and not post on my blog, unless the muse on my shoulder insists. : )

I will see you 'round the bend. Enjoy the rest of the summer!

Peacefully,

Kathleen

Innocence at its best!

2010-07-20T18:04:00.001-04:00

Carton Artist: Brian Bassett

Do you remember those days?

In the Pink

2010-07-16T01:09:00.005-04:00

Photos of my garden

Hope your weekend is filled with sunshine and smiles.

Lobster Anyone?

2010-07-11T13:39:00.008-04:00

We arrived back smiling from a lovely family reunion in the area of South Dartmouth, MA. Unfortunately, we forgot to take a family picture.
It was great to see family we haven't seen in a long while - too long, I might add. The sun was hot, the water refreshing, the food delicious, and lots of smiles and laughter!

The only two photos we did manage to take was the mouthwatering lobster roll at the famous Bayside Restaurant. A cold ice tea, and a lobster roll so sweet, it doesn't even need melted butter - plain will do fine thank you. Yum.

Happy 4th of July!

2010-07-01T21:22:00.004-04:00

We are leaving for vacation (Allen's sibling reunion) in South Dartmouth, MA. I am looking forward to fun and lots of laughter. It's the kind of neighborhood whereby everyone has a screen door, and flip flops are the shoes of choice. A very nice way to enjoy the summertime! See you upon my return.
Wishing you a very Happy July 4th!

Where are all the butterflies?

2010-06-26T19:25:00.002-04:00

This is a purple butterfly bush.

Orange is the color!

2010-06-23T09:12:00.001-04:00

Happy B-Day to Allen!

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Coreopsis - Creme Brulee

Venice Hydrangea

Provence Lavender

Home sweet home!

Life...

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Comic Strip Illustrator: Brian Bassett

Wishing you a rainbow all day long!

2010-06-15T15:49:00.003-04:00

Sending you a rainbow Zinnia to make you smile. I hope you enjoy it.

Do you know where I've been?

2010-06-11T18:58:00.006-04:00

I have been in this room...

For this:

And this:

I don't need much convincing that a woman should take care of herself as much as possible. As a matter of fact, it has become a part of my mantra. I also believe taking care of oneself can mean alot of things to alot of people.
This week it was visits to Doctors, Dentist and then the creme de la creme - a facial and pedicure. Ah, just typing those words made me feel relaxed. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. I know I will sleep like a baby, and my body will be all the healthier for it.
Happy Weekend everyone!

Share a little something

2010-06-06T22:44:00.003-04:00

I haven't left the blogworld; I've been getting my hands in the soil whenever possible. Below is a photo of my Heliopsis Lorraine Sunshine. I certainly hope it puts alittle sunshine in your day. Sending good energy to you.

To spin or not to spin...

2010-05-27T19:37:00.004-04:00

Photo by Google

This is what I have been up to lately. It's called spinning, and it is one of the most difficult exercises I have encountered (next to chin-ups). But I love it. It hurts, it's exhilirating, the music is great, and did I say I love it? I have always enjoyed outdoor bicycle riding, however, this is totally different. For me, it is more difficult, gets my heart rate up faster, and the Instructors (whom I like and admire) are relentless in their energy. Should you have the opportunity to try it, do it and you will keep coming back for more! : )

Have a lovely weekend

2010-05-21T00:22:00.002-04:00

Enjoy your weekend!

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Flowers from my garden

If you can dream it, you can make it so.

2010-05-13T00:29:00.011-04:00

Photograph by T. Walker

To reach that 'certain' goal must feel quite terrific!

A sizable goal for me lately is doing several chin-ups at the gym consecutively. It may seem easy to some, but it is in the distance for me. It is challenging, and I want to conquer it!

"Where you are weak, you shall be tested." - Unknown/very contemplative words.

Think Big...

2010-05-11T05:47:00.004-04:00

Working toward one's goals is a noble pursuit.

For my Mom

2010-05-08T08:07:00.006-04:00

Well, this is it - the blanket I have been making for my Mom is completed. It is folded for now. I did not want to open it up and show all the loving imperfections (I am a beginner). It's a blanket to keep her lap warm, however, every stitch (and dropped stitch) is full of my love and devotion to her. She is one of the sweetest, kindest, generous, wisest and most lovable women on the planet. I know that is my opinion, but when people meet her, they walk away with a smile.
I don't wait for the second Sunday in May to tell her I love her. I tell her everyday. She is one special lady.

A pretty time of year

2010-05-07T07:05:00.003-04:00

Our rose bushes have begun to bloom. Yay!

Here's wishing you a great weekend - enjoy.

Living life

2010-05-04T01:33:00.007-04:00

Allen and I took a long weekend, and drove to Northampton, MA. It's approximately3.5 hours away from our home. Mainly it was for real estate business, however, we did get to see some fun and interesting sights. Unfortunately, the photos didn't turn out well at all. The only one that was passable was the highway exit sign for Northampton. Therefore, I will spare you the photos that were not to be.

Anyway, on Sunday morning we had breakfast with Allen's long time friend, Matt. It was so enjoyable to see him and spend some time with him. He and Allen have a great friendship, and I liked watching their interactions. It made me smile. : ) It made me think that no matter how fast time goes by, some important things remain untouched, as in their friendship.

When we returned home, we were greeted by an array of new garden blossoms. What a wonderful surprise!

Dianthus flowers (hot pink)

Rosario Iris (my favorite because it shares its name w/my late Father.

Sometimes, going away refreshes one's spirit. I think for Allen and I this is true. We were able to re-visit the town where he lived for almost ten years. The shops are fun, and the whole town is...well...highly creative.

The above quote came from a Jackson Browne day time calendar. I believe the analogy is a good one. If life is to be compared to a stove, then why not live juicy, and on all four burners. If you have more than four burners, then go for it. : )

RoadTrip

2010-04-29T06:00:00.003-04:00

Hubby and I are taking a road trip to MA for the weekend. I am looking forward to seeing the western MA scenery; it is beautiful. I will return to blogland on Tuesday.

Have a great weekend!

The succulent strawberry

2010-04-28T13:57:00.004-04:00

This painting by Julian Merrow-Smith of a strawberry is mouth-watering. The ripeness makes me want to rush to the market and buy the best basket I can find. However, I know none of them can compare to this beauty.

From one friend to another

2010-04-24T17:55:00.007-04:00

This group of friends seem to have similar traits, yet different. I like that with female friendships. I founds these cuties while shopping at Coldwater Creek shop, http://www.coldwatercreek.com/ and decided to purchase them for their adorable features. I have since decided to give them to a friend who is in need of cheering up. I think she will like them.

The memory of...

2010-04-23T05:39:00.006-04:00

these flowers have given me much pleasure during the past few weeks of Spring. Lovely to look at, there hasn't been a day whereby I haven't smiled and thanked them for their loveliness. I've watched them bud, grow, bloom, flourish and then mellow. I hope you enjoy them too. Their colors are some of natures's best. I did nothing but to plant bulbs last Fall with Allen, and to watch the Rosario Iris re-bloom after a sleepy winter.

'Mother Nature laughs with flowers.' - Ralph Waldo Emerson

A message...

2010-04-22T01:33:00.003-04:00

Comic strip by SixChix

And a Happy Week to you!

2010-04-19T04:42:00.004-04:00

World Peace Tulips - photo taken by Allen

Don't let the rain stop you...

2010-04-17T01:14:00.005-04:00

from doing whatever it is you love...

Artist: Jack Vettriano

More than just a passing glance

2010-04-15T06:11:00.005-04:00

I took this photo while looking up at the big blue Spring sky. Do you look up at the day and/or night sky?

A labor of love

2010-04-11T17:17:00.005-04:00

Our very good friends (who happen to be neighbors) are terrific Gardeners. They have a visual way of letting you know they are seasoned in their knowledge of gardening. And let's not forget the beautiful birds they so generously feed. The following photos are their most recent tulip blooming extravaganza. In one word: stunning! We love Mary and Theresa, and are thankful they have shared their gardening knowledge with us. I would be planting weeds if it wasn't for them. :)

Art imitates Nature

2010-04-04T03:35:00.008-04:00

I think if Georgia O'Keefe ever saw a Daffodil like this, she would paint it. This photo reminds me of many of her flowers, with its incredible curly detail, almost like tissue paper. Just look at the small delicate points on the center edges of each white petal. ~Beautiful~

Source: my garden

Joanne

2010-04-02T03:51:00.009-04:00

Today, April 2nd, is my very good friends' Birthday. Her name is Joanne, and if you ever met her, chances are you would like her.

Joanne and I have the ability to just sit and talk, or maybe not talk, but to take in the moment. To sit and listen to the music that plays, and really listen to the words, without cutting them off with our own words. To stare at a painting, and not have to comment every 5 seconds about it, but to breathe it in like a heady wine. To allow for more than one of the senses to envelope us, so we become at one with where we are, and who we are. Joanne is one of those friends with whom I can do all that. She understands that life is not always a garden of flowers, and that the music is not always melodious. There's hurt and sadness in this world, and she is extremely compassionate to others and their feelings. Without people like Joanne in this world, I believe the world would lose its soul.

Joanne's spirit and energy is vital for life to be pursued in the most beautiful way. She looks for that garden of flowers, and breathes each one in, as if it's her first time ever doing so. Her excitement is contagious. To me, that is a simple innocence, at any age. I could continue to describe her , for she is so insightful, delightful and deep. Joanne is a beautiful human being, inside and out.
My friend - I wish you a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I will always cherish our friendship.

When life gives you rain, grow flowers

2010-03-31T03:55:00.000-04:00

To say we have had alot of rain is an understatement. My sidewalk is even half flooded. All I can do to keep from curling up in a ball is to look at what has bloomed in my garden. I hope you enjoy the color yellow as much as I do!

Wise Words...

2010-03-28T04:32:00.001-04:00

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. ~Robert Brault

Be New and Improved.

2010-03-24T03:15:00.003-04:00

"We know what we are, but know not what we may be." - William Shakespeare

Have you ever surprised yourself in your abilities and the possibilities that come from new discoveries? I sometimes think we settle into the drone of "this is who I am" without stopping to think about what is possible? Whether it's a new hobby, or finishing "War and Peace" it is all there for the taking.

An example of this was at the gym. I wanted to see how many push-ups I could do. Before starting, my hands began to sweat. Fear took over my mind, which was going to limit my ability and possibility. I managed to push the demons out, and up and down I went. Surprising myself I pushed further than I thought I could. Ability and possibility were suitably matched. On the other hand, I tried a new exercise and could only manage two reps. However, that won't stop me. When I improve my ability, the possibilities are endless on many levels.

Spring - a rebirth

2010-03-20T05:26:00.001-04:00

Our garden

Your assistance please?

2010-03-19T06:43:00.005-04:00

Illustration found on a tissue box : )

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
It can be any stage in life whereby situations can reduce your outgoing lifeforce to a bud, tight, with no where to go other than to remain there. I know someone like this, and wish I could help her bloom like a poppy. She is intelligent, perceptive, and talented to mention a few of her wonderful qualities. Unfortunately, she is unaware of them. When I look at her, she truly looks like she's in a tight bud. And all I can think of is how beautiful it would be if she could take the risk.

Does anyone have any suggestions how I can help this person break through?

Happy Birthday Patricia!

2010-03-17T00:49:00.013-04:00

Photograph by T. Walker

Today is my friend Patricia's birthday. She is a Humanitarian, Artist, Mother, Friend. She is a kind and generous woman. Please visit her blog here.

Happy Birthday Patricia! Here is wishing you a year of sunshine, and many more happy ones to come! Celebrate!

Blog break

2010-03-09T02:42:00.000-05:00

My friend Carole

2010-03-06T02:02:00.009-05:00

This is my girlfriend Carole. We met through work. She worked for an art printing company in Syacuse, NY. I worked in a Graphics department for a company in NJ. She became our top vendor because their work was so good, and surpassed all our expectations.

Carole and I found out we had alot in common in the world of art. Both of us loved visiting art museums, and we had about the same amount of art history background. It was great for me to finally find someone with a passion for art museums and galleries. My other friends were not as empassioned about it as I was. We also shared a love for bike riding, although she also liked the rough and tumble through the woods type of biking . She saved that kind for her bike club in Syracuse.

When she was in NJ on business, we lunched together. There were many times when after her business was done with other companies, she'd meet me at a park, where we would take a healthy walk, and then settle down for a picnic of sandwiches, salads and champagne. There was always good champagne that came from the wine region in the finger lakes of New York state. It was Glenora Brut from Seneca Lake to be precise. We enjoyed the food, champagne, our friendship, and the beautiful park surroundings. It was all great.

Carole introduced me to the Seneca Lake Jazz Festival held every summer. Again, a picnic lunch, champagne and some of the best jazz music I ever heard, all in the in front of the wine vineyards with the lake in the backdrop. Just beautiful. I brought some of my other friends, who fell in love with Carole as I did, and a famous time was had by all.

The photo above was taken at the Clarke Art Institute in Williamstown, MA. It's a beautiful museum, small by the standards of the NYC museums, but not lacking in famous Artists and Sculptors. We'd picnic outside with other art history admirers, and then step inside to what was a heavenly visit to the art world. My favorite visit was a John Singer Sargeant exhibit. Oh, and then there also was the Degas exhibit as well. It was all great!

It was around that time that Carole showed me a scar on her upper back right shoulder, whereby she had surgery. It was skin cancer. She did all the things her Oncologist suggested, and we thought she licked it.

Nothing stopped Carole from being a weekend exercise warrior. In the winter she was an avid cross country skier, and in the summer she was a hiker and a woodsy bicycle rider. They, along with her husband was her passion. Let me rephrase that: her husband was her first passion. Craig supported her endeavors 100%. They also had a couple of dogs who she absolutely loved, Patty and Susie. And let's not forget a cat name Ann.

Time passed on. I left the company I worked for, and Carole lost some business in NJ due to companies bringing graphic arts in-house as opposed to using an outside vendor for business. We still kept in touch, visited NY museums, but the visits were fewer. As I became ill, Carole was also facing her cancer again, only this time with a vengence. The melanoma showed up on her abdomen, and it was a short while later it was in her brain and kidneys.

This was a woman who although she played in the sun, never laid in the sun. I would watch her slather on the sun screen, don a hat and wore cotton long sleeve t-shirts long before her diagnosis. Who would ever think that insidious melanoma would latch on to Carole. But it did.

The doctors gave her three months, and she lived a year and a half longer. I was suffering from an illness, and our communication thinned out abit, while we were both struggling with our health. How I wish I had gone to NY state to see her, although her husband told me she did not want any friends to come and see her. She wanted us to remember her in her heyday. Craig took care of Carole at home; she refused a hospital bed. She died with dignity and grace, although her husband did not have to reveal the pain and suffering she was in. I'm sure morphine was present, but nonetheless...

It is very difficult for me to accept my friend has died. I miss her voice and beautiful smiling face. Did I mention we not only went to museums in NYC and MA, but we were travelling art exhibit buddies? We travelled to Chicago a couple of times to the Art Institute and of course to take in the great sites of that city. We would take weekend passes to Philadelphia to the Art Institute for a wonderful Cezanne exhibit. She always had a bag packed and was ready to go. Her husband always supported her passions, and they also had a wonderful passion that a fortunate husband and wife could share. They were married for alittle over thirty years.

Carole was fifty seven when she passed, with still so much life in front of her. If this computer screen was paper, it would be drenched by now. I am having alot of difficulty with her passing. I miss my friend. And my heart breaks for her when I think of how she suffered before she was laid to rest. She had so much to live for. Idle time was not in Carole's vocabulary. She lived with passion.

What breaks my heart is that I lived through my illness, and she didn't. You have no idea how much I wish that skin cancer had stopped at her shoulder, and not spread. I'm sorry if my writing is very sad; it is because I am. She is probably in a better place. She let go of her pained body, and I know her spirit is around. I can feel it.

They're Coming...

2010-03-03T08:43:00.004-05:00

The flowers that we are all patiently or impatienly waiting for will soon be with us. I guarantee it. Even on this rainy/slushy day, I believe, I believe.

Yesterday, Allen spotted some of the Marionette Daffodils and wanted to take this photo with the snow behind it. That snow, it seems will not give up. However, it is predicted to be around the 50 degree range this coming weekend. Yippee! I'm still waiting for the purple crocuses to come up. Right now they are peeking their stems up ever so shyly, afraid of another you know what.

What's doing in your neighborhood? I hope good things!

Ten Items that make me happy!

2010-03-02T04:14:00.013-05:00

The inner courtyard of the Elizabeth Stewart Gardener Museum

I was happily tagged by Prairie Girl Studio (you can find her here) to list ten things that make me happy. Although I can list many more, I will try to stay within the lines. They are not in any particular order.

1. My husband's laugh and my Mother's giggle
2. The fresh scent of a garden rain
3. Vivaldi's Four Seasons
4. Fields of wildflowers (& purple flowers) :)
5. Waking up w/my husband realizing we are holding hands (such a great start to a day)
6. Nature in all its glory (this includes land,sea,sky,animals and the four seasons)
7. Family and friends - old and new
8. Art Museums
9. A Library
10.Meeting people from different lands and learning about their culture (love this)

In place of nominating, I will ask everyone who is reading this to please join in. Spread the joy; it's fun! :)

Have another cup...

2010-02-28T19:00:00.010-05:00

Have another cup of tea, or perhaps some java? There are so many vessels by which to drink a hot beverage, especially first thing in the morning. My tea cup of choice is this one. It's a good start to my day.

I love this Mary Englebreit mug. It makes me happy first thing in the morning - very cheery. What is your cup of choice?

Artwork and mug designed by Mary Engelbreit, Inc.

Spring Flowers...mmm not quite yet!

2010-02-26T13:29:00.013-05:00

It happened.

Just when I was beginning to see signs of Spring in my garden, bam, we were in the midst of a two day blizzard.

Even now as I write, we are still getting mini snow falls.

I was sitting in my room this morning reading (every woman needs a room of her own -thank you Virginia Woolfe). I would occasionally look out the windows and see a very beautiful and peaceful sight. Snow falling from the third floor is nothing more than a visual delight. Of course, if one has to travel in it, well, then it may be not so pretty. However, if you're sitting in a cozy chair with your feet up on an ottoman, reading a good book, with your knitting bag by your side, and no place to go, well, life is good! I do miss seeing my Marionette daffodil leaves popping up, Rosario irises starting to grow, and Tulip leaves. I believe they will make it through this. The snow is just part of the winter season, so take heart; spring is on its way soon.

Feasting and Celebrating!

2010-02-23T05:04:00.011-05:00

Approximately five years ago, Allen and I began a journal entitled "The Feast and Celebration" book. The purpose of this book is to record family and friends' visits for holidays. It lists the people that attend and the menu. I decorate each page to add to the festive occasion. I use Susan Branch stickers, which is the only way there would be any type of "graphics" on the page, since an Artist, I am not.

I love the fact that we began this book. It was Allen's suggestion, and I gladly took him up on it. Soon after a holiday is over, I take the book out, and record it. We have enjoyed looking back and reminescing about one holiday or another. I believe keeping a record of sorts, whether it is photos, scrapbooking, journals etc. is a wonderful way to keep your family's legacy alive.

Peek a Boo!

2010-02-21T16:32:00.012-05:00

There is still snow on the ground in NJ - alot of it. However,in our frontyard where the sun beats down like the Arizona sun, most of the sun has melted it. And do I mean melted! Take a look at the tulip leaves that have popped up!

And the Marionette Daffodils are doing the same thing!

Let's write about the Rosario Irises.

Just unbelievable! :)

Debbie and her Father

2010-02-18T05:12:00.014-05:00

Artist: Pablo Picasso

I've been friends with a girl name Debbie since the sixth grade. When she came into my classroom on the first day of school, we immediately bonded, and have been friends ever since. She's one of the most thoughtful and kind human beings that I could ever ask to have as a friend.

Now, I've known Debbie's family for as long as I've known her; let me put it in years - forty one to be exact. Her Father always enjoyed kidding around with me about everything. When I would ring their house doorbell, he'd answer it and say "we gave at the office" and shut the door. One time when I was going there to swim in their super deluxe pool, he answered the door, asked me if I had a club membership card. When I replied "no" he shut the door. He then would re-open the door with a smile on his face. The next weekend, he gave me a club membership card he had printed up. I always enjoyed those times, and vividly remember them with a smile.

Once he took Debbie and I up in his airplane, and was so very concerned about my weakness for motion sickness. We flew along the shoreline, stopped to have breakfast, and flew back to the local airport. What an event that was for me! I didn't stop telling people about it for weeks (until I caught on that they were tired of hearing about it). Mr. "C" as I liked to call him is just a great man, a devoted Husband and a terrific Father.

Mr. C is having some health difficulties. It's a scary time for all of us, especially for his wife and three daughters. I'm trying to help Debbie in any way I can, but somehow the words just aren't enough. She listened to me cry uncontrollably when my Father was dying, and she cried with me. I know this is my turn to cry with her. I am a firm believer that when the sun shines, soak it in like a juicy peach. Life moves fast. I will always have a special spot in my heart for Debbie and her family.
Happy Birthday Debbie. You are truly a great friend.

Art and Poetry...

2010-02-15T04:36:00.007-05:00

Quote by Marie von Ebner Eschenbach
Artwork by Mary Engelbreit

The beauty in this quote is endless...
What thoughts come to mind when you read it?

Happy Valentine's Weekend!!

2010-02-13T10:29:00.000-05:00

It certainly is beautiful!

2010-02-11T05:20:00.006-05:00

I love when I see children having fun outside in the snow. It brings back a wealth of great memories from my childhood. Snow, cold, snowballs, accessories for the snowman, hot cocoa, wet boots and gloves, dry socks and clothes (the latter thanks to Mom), all come running back to me when we get alot of snow. Which we did. Approximately one foot or so.

Most adults look at snow in completely different ways. Responsibilites are more serious, and reality is just that...reality.

I may not have built a snowman yesterday, however, last night Allen and I went out for a walk, admiring the beautiful beautiful way the snow hung on all the different types of trees. The sky was midnight blue in contrast to the purely driven white snow. It is so easy to walk in the middle of the road because there is nary a car in sight. The silence is magical and so is the art that nature paints.

Surround yourself...

2010-02-08T03:48:00.011-05:00

with friends who support you.

I believe it is vital to our souls to have friendships. There is something I have always thought over the years, and that is: any two "friends" can go out and have a good time. It's the rainy days of being there that really count.

I love meeting women of all backgrounds. For me it is a learning experience in the world of life. No two people come to the table with the exact same personalities, life experiences, etc. They expand my world, and that is a growth factor for me.

We didn't move around as a family in my childhood. Therefore, college opened my eyes to the big 'ole beautiful world (academically and socially), and I fell in love with it. Over the years, I have met people whom I have forged a strong bond with. I have two gems that I have known since grade school, and wonderful women I have met while dipping my toes in the blogworld. As the years pass by, my thoughts and feelings about friends does not change. Friends are to be valued - a very important part of my life map, and I consider myself extremely fortunate.

When someone calls me their friend it is a gift, and I treasure it and try my best to feed it, so it continues to grow. I consider Allen to be my best friend, however, I also love the women friendships I have. Covet your girlfriends, they are a treasure trove.

Cherish

2010-02-04T18:21:00.013-05:00

Recently, I was looking at photos on my Inspiration board. I saw a photo of my Mother and Father on their wedding day. I've posted it before, however, I never get tired of looking at them. There is a photo of me at a family picnic. I must have been about nine or ten years of age. And a decorative pillow that has the words "CHERISH" on it.

I love and cherish these photos because of who is in it. My parents and my youth. I cannot bring my Father back, nor can I return to a childhood age. My Father was a wonderful man, and my Mother is a beautiful lady. The photo of me makes me think I want to grow up to be just like them. ;)

LET'S GIVE A BIG SHOUT OUT!

2010-02-01T18:50:00.006-05:00

To all those Military, Police, Fire, EMS, Coast Guard and Life Guard who everyday go out to work and risk their lives for others. It amazes me on a grand scale, when I think of these fine people dedicating their mind and body for the sole purpose of making our society a safe and better place.

I think it would be a great gesture if we all said "thank you" to them, whenever we have the opportunity! I am sure they would see the sense of pride in your eyes, and hear the sincerity in your voice.

I apologize if I've missed any specific group. You can most certainly add to the list, if you'd like. Most importantedly, THANK YOU is the key.

Fondly,
~Kathleen

Do you remember this?

2010-01-30T05:31:00.011-05:00

The days before ipods, walkmans, cassette decks and tape decks, there was a small vinyl disc, called a 45 record. It looked like this.

When I was a kid, I had a small record player that played 45s only. It was my charm of a gift that my Uncle Lenny gave to me. And it was red! How I loved that record player, and the 45s that I borrowed from my older brother and sister. Actually, in truth, many of them I borrowed when they weren't around. I was born in 1958, the music was ahead of my time. However, I listened to and loved the music that my siblings loved. They were my idols. Even now when I hear the beat of a Motown song, I think of my red record player (it went to heaven) and all the good times I had listening to that great music.

Magie Noire...Magic of the night

2010-01-26T21:18:00.009-05:00

I have loved this perfume for more years than I can count. It's soft, slightly powdery vs floral-like. Men and women both love it. I like to think of it as my signature scent, one that I wear time and time again.

Rumor has it Lancome is discontinuing this wonderful item. I must make it a point to purchase a few bottles of it, so I have it for years to come, although I don't know what the shelf life of perfume is.

Do you have a perfume scent that makes you heady with love?