Last week we had a terrific storm here in Connecticut. It's aftermath were many incredible After the Storm skies. Little did I know that as my friend and neighbor, Mental Mama was takingthis photo of the sky out her front doorfor last week's Sky Watch Friday (which she took while pointing directly toward my house), I was taking the above photo of the same sky out my back door!
Serendipity! Isn't it grand?? Two views of the very same sky!(MPM's home is one street over and to the far far left of where I aimed the camera for this photo.)
I took this the same day. This shot is pointed directly at MPM's home, which you could see if the trees were gone. Glad I'm not able see her home. I'd miss my trees!
Looking straight up into heaven from my back yard. Yesterday's blue, blue sky. Hmm... I do believe this particular ~sky blue~ is my very favorite color. Well, there's also green...and red....and orange...and....o nevermind!
Two forever friends... The roads traveled together... Strong their friendship stays.
Shared April birthdays... Memories made together... Both Brits through & through
All good times must end... 'Bye, She, miss you already... God speed till next time!
and may it be soon!
P.S. Yes, I was there too, but Mare and She go back way longer than I do with either of them. The three of us had a wonderful, lovely weekend. I treasure both of their friendships - She was our nanny for years so, of course, she is family and very special to us. Mare has been part of our lives and family for about 100 years, so is also very special to us. I'll be sharing pictures and stories of our most excellent Vermont road trip/get-together, (and also stories of other times we three have shared). The two of them? They really are forever friends!
When you scooped some pips with the helmet, you sent some to your Dad. We have several small plantings of them in various places around the garden. When I was a child, I learned a pretty little song - where I can't remember. That became one of the favorite lullabies I would sing to the three of you. I remember standing by your cribs, swaying back and forth and singing, then putting each of you down for the night. I always wondered why the words said coral bells, as all the lily-of- valley I had ever seen were white. With your discovery of the pink ones, I then knew the author must have also discovered the pink ones. Do you remember the words?
Soft coral bells along a slender stalk Lilies-of-the-valley deck my garden walk Oh! Don't you wish that you could hear them ring That will happen only when the fairies sing
P.S. Good morning, dear mither of mine - yes I do remember that song and have always wondered why it's always been a favorite of mine. Now I know, and what a sweet lovely reason it is! You are the best! (I do find it quite irritational that every time I think I've taken a really good picture, you go and take a better one - reference above photo, dang it - I am striving to aim and shoot as well as you! It's the wonderful artist in you, mom! ;-)
The powers that be must be trying to tell me
something I haven't been able to grasp just yet.
Wherever I am, it seems every time
I turn around, I discover another zen moment....why???
It's good, but I still wonder....
P.S. HAPPY HAPPY birthday my dear and most loved oldest daughter! Love love LOVE you! xoxoxoxoxomommyxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
P. S. I left CT Thursday for a conference and then drove to VT Friday to visit a dear old friend for the weekend. Her internet is kaput, kapooy, kwapped-out. DARN! Thus, no posts. You can't possibly imagine how much I've missed visiting my favorite stops on the www - and how much I've missed posting. However, the weekend has been grand and I'll be back in the land of good wireless tonight, so see you then! xoabb
Down by the riverbed Carved on a rock Are these three words... Forget-Me-Not!
"HEY wait!!! What about me???? I'll open, I'll open!! I really really will! JUST GIVE ME A LITTLE MORE TIME!!! I'm beautiful...REALLY, I AM!!"*
(*Contrary to popular opinion, I am NOT a sour-puss!)
P. S. My mother and her sister both had ~autograph books~ that were signed by their friends, family and secret admirers at the end of their school year. I think mom was at the end of her 7th or 8th grade year when the above was written in her autograph book....
Each spring when my pink lily of the valley pips finally grace me with their lovely presence, I'm always transported back in time. Many many moons ago, really too many for me to want to count anymore, my now-grown up son was a little boy who lived and breathed baseball. I cannot tell you the number of games we attended from the time he was in kindergarten and on through college. I also know (knew - it's all fading) more about baseball than I EVER thought possible for my brain to absorb.
What a wonderful time it was to follow this little boy whose life was the baseball field. It was also quite boring at times, especially in those earliest years when cluelessness on the field usually reigned supreme for most of the players. (Do yourself a huge favor and go read Cathy's (creator of Noble Pig) hilarious story of her young son's recent baseball exploits. You'll immediately begin to understand what I mean. Wonderful and boring all rolled up into one. Whoda thunk!)
While I'm willing to bet that GB3's dad (GB) never missed a game his son played in (and was never ever bored) from the very beginning...me...not so much. It wasn't that I didn't want to be there, it was just so hard to be there.
And so, one of those long ago days, I found myself at a new field that was surrounded by woods. My GB3 was on the bench, and of course I was antsy, so I decided to take a walk (no not for exercise, just a hopefully amusing little walk!). There was a path that went into the woods, so I followed it and came upon a large clump of what looked like lily of the valley. The fact that they were not a wild flower and were growing in the middle of nowhere, I had to bend down to get a better look just to be sure I wasn't hallucinating, because they also looked...pink!
They werepink! Pink lily of the valley! I'd never heard of that and I had to have some! (What ballgame??) Went back to the car, got GB3's extra batting helmet and dug a clump out to take home. That was at least 16 years ago and those sweet pink memory-inducing flowers have been blooming here at our home ever since. By the way, GB3 never used that batting helmut again...I wonder why.
Almost forgot to tell you: The first "Do you know me?" flower in yesterday's post was, indeed a carnation as many of you guessed. That second green "Do you know me?" flower was a rose! Just as pink lilies of the valley are unusual, those green roses are too, at least to me!
Miss LaLa (aka Mental Mama) called me Friday night to tell me she was off to the wholesale flower shop Saturday to get the flowers for her church and she wanted to know if I would like to tag along. Huh??? Are you kidding me??? OF COURSE I wanted to tag along! I've only been to a flower wholesaler once in my life and then I nearly fainted from beauty overload.
Thankfully, this time I remembered my camera. These are just a few shots of the flower glory that was there. The shop itself is quite utilitarian and barren...well, except for all the flowers and the 3 cats that reside there. Actually, when I opened the door to the cooler, I just happened to glance down to see one of the cats looking back at me. His eye language was clearly telling me that he was irritated with me as he had been waiting way too long to get out of the cooler and he also wanted to know just where the hell had I been all this time. I didn't answer him.
Lilacs, my favorite flower (hmm, except for violets and lily of the valley....oh yes, and stock and snow whites and wisteria and....oh never mind!) were there in abundance, in white and every shade of purple, from very light to my very favorite, the dark purple you see above.
Do you know what flower this is?
Above is the "untamed beauty" LaLa & her church friend started with...
First, the flowers needed to be tempered so they'd last longer...
Miss LaLa working her floral-arranging magic
Notice the brilliance of her stem placement...
Red ginger shoots in honor of the Pentacost...above, an up-close of the finished arrangement. We ended up adding more ginger shoots - only five simply wasn't enough to make a grand statement for such a grand old church, and the additions certainly put the arrangements over the top!
For those of you following my robin's nest devastation, above is a picture of the tulip poplar tree and sky, directly above the nest. I snapped it the day I found the nest empty. It's fairly obvious that a crow flying over could look down and easily spot the brilliant blue of the four eggs. And then have himself a tasty lunch. My theory: When mama robin first laid her eggs, the tree was in full bloom so the nest wasn't visible. As the tree lost it's petals, the nest became more and more visible....and vulnerable.
If only mama robin had waited just a week or two....(above taken 5/5/8)