Red and green…

December 22, 2012 § 4 Comments

There’s a bright cardinal in the bamboo forest just behind our house. He’s so like an ornament on a holiday tree.
I have a funny little fake tree and an extra red bow so today, I’ll put it outside on the back patio for the critters with some fruit and nuts and their beloved seeds in a bowl next to it.

Archie popped in earlier looking for a drink out of the little iron birdbath, but the water was frozen. I wondered if his tongue would get stuck to the ice as he tried to drink – it did not. He was delighted with the chestnuts I had tossed out there earlier while cleaning up the Christmasy kitchen counter.

There’s much to be done. And there’s no schedule!  Here’s to celebrating the season.



Chiming in with warm holiday wishes…

December 21, 2012 § 13 Comments

DSC_0184 DSC_0182 DSC_0176 DSC_0177 DSC_0155 DSC_0156 DSC_0169 DSC_0166 DSC_0153 DSC_0150We attended our annual wreath-making class (where ARE those pictures?) at the Missouri Botanical Garden and then wandered through the Gallery to look at this year’s professionally done wreath-donations, always a delight.

Which ones make you say “ah?”


another peek at Wedding World…

October 25, 2012 § 7 Comments

…and pictures will have to tell the story… according to the cover of the new Poets & Writers magazine, pictures ARE telling the story. More than graphic novels, these new picture novels have no dialogue or dialogue bubbles, either.

PS to prior post “Balloon Boulevard”

September 23, 2012 § 9 Comments

More pictures for more flavor of Balloon Glow.


































Balloon boulevard…

September 22, 2012 § 8 Comments

The annual Balloon Glow in Forest Park was brilliant with the hot air beasties.

More than 3,000 attendees watched up close and personally as dozens of hot air balloons were “lighting up”when the siren signal was given every 8 minutes or so after dark last Friday night.
Music, camaraderie, highland pipers, neon vendors, dogs, babies in cadillac strollers, parents relaxed in the post-sunset dark, couples holding hands and conversatoins – all party-ers for an evening on the green of an urban park…where the World’s Fair once took place more than a hundred years ago.

The balloon race was the next day. A St. Louisan won it. Balloons represented “Curves,” “Wells Fargo,” Peabody,” “Wehrenberg Theatre,” “State Farm,” “Energize,” and many many more.

Summer at the circus…

September 12, 2012 § 7 Comments

Circus Flora plays almost solely to St. Louis crowds. We caught the last show on the last day. It was hot and the circus acts were hotter. Enthralling. No, not the usual word to describe a circus, much less a one huge-tent, one ring, Euro-style circus that annually write scripts to pull all their acts together and marry costumes from one scene to another.

Before the show began under the big top, though, this little performer warmed up by having an icee while stealing floor space near the Snake Man. He might have been her father.

She would come out in the third act, holding hands with the 2-year-old son of Nino, the circus’s feature clown.

Little Pinky here has circus in her aspect and old soul in her face.





Easter eggs and bunnies…

April 7, 2012 § 9 Comments


Easter bunnies don’t take kindly…

…to being fooled!

Sunday, sneeze-y Sunday

April 1, 2012 § 11 Comments

Celebrated Palm Sunday.
Also, drank buckets of coffee in order to get up early and stay up even ’til now.
Updated my reading list.   
And…worked outdoors cuz it was just too gorgeous to stay inside like a baby in a bubble.
Resultantly,I have half emptied nearly a complete tissue box. My sneezes (albeit covered by trapping them in my sleeves or paper mouchoirs) would bounce you right out the front door. Such vigor.

Between those obnoxious achoos,  and with a steady hand (despite them and the coffee!), I started snapping “domestica” wary still of returning outdoors.

And yes, there’s yet another project undertaken and not yet done – getting the artwork in this house grouped and properly mounted in rooms where they will be seen to their best advantage. No, no, nothing flashy or insured. Just some giant pieces and some no bigger than a 4″x6″ photo that we’ve found  and adopted over time.

Ultimately, it’s part of Spring cleaning.
So is this sneezing.

(cereal bowl from this morning)

last thursday…

March 24, 2012 § 24 Comments

It was the best of days. It was the worst of days.

And then there it was, shining like a beacon – the library.

And then that same evening, despite several “sandwich generation” phone calls of things gone afoul and amiss and staring down several hours of work to create a compelling PPT (an oxymoron, non?), I found myself sitting in Journaling class, pen poised, journal open to blank page (there are a lot of them) and listening.

I listened to the class leader share books on journaling and read excerpts from several of them. I listened to fellow journalers (normally an introverted lot) talk about what they were writing and why. I listened to one of them discuss healing through writing and another talk about presenting personal stories in wraps and scraps and books that would make others want to pick them up and read them.

I did a lot of listening and it was a balm. To be a good listener is as rich as to be a good teller.
Then I went home and wrote four pages. Four pages of nothing. But the stress dripped away and answers to some questions emerged. I know I can’t blog AND journal AND freelance. Well, I could, but in the interest of our family, my job and keeping the house clean and livable, um, it’s a stretch.

Nevertheless,  maybe, just maybe, I’m back in the writing game.

what I send the kids…

March 23, 2012 § 6 Comments

I sent this “tear-out” to Smoo (aka “Nor”), our daughter. Why? Cuz we both love dogs and fashion, tho’ not necessarily doggie  fashion. This picture was snapped by photographerLandon Nordeman at the Pre-Westminster Fashion Show, at the Hotel Pennyslvania and was featured in the February 13 & 20, 2012 The New Yorker magazine. 
I like to send the kids nail mail.

Smoo will receive this and laugh.
At least I don’t send her news clippings. I leave the “why” to the photos that tell their own stories.

About writing:
Makes me recall what I heard at a conference about the old publishing convention tagged “Lincoln’s doctor’s dog” wherein it was thought that the mention of any of the three in a story would guarantee a bestseller.  Humph. Skip the president and the doctor. Just put a  dog in it and I’ll read it. Andprobably cry, too.

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