|Cousins Mike and Mikey|
Father and son are at the end of our Blystone street - the very beginning of the annual ~CT United Ride~ - that just happens to have its start right around the corner from us. Gets me ever year - a very emotional half-hour or so watching over 5,000 (give or take) motorcycles - both civilian and police - ride by in honor of the victims of 9/11.
In CT United Ride's words:
"The CT United Ride is a motorcycle ride honoring those who lost their lives, those who gave their lives, and those who continue to put their lives on the line each day as a result of the tragedies occurring on 9/11. The CT United Ride is sponsored by the CT State Fire Fighters - the UPFFA of CT. This event is the largest 9/11 tribute in the State of Connecticut."
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Dad showing his son
Son catches on fast
Sunday, September 04, 2016
|Father sitting on Daughter's Memorial Bench|
GB taking a moment to commiserate with our Rem...so much love!
Overlooking the first Frisbee-Golf hole at Cranbury Park, sitting on Rem's bench
My sis is in town for the weekend and wanted to go visit our Miss Remy's bench, so off to her bench (and tree) Care,
GB and I went. Care and I sat on Remy's bench for a bit and communed with her - both in memory and in the
here and now - and then went for a walk. Rem's dad decided to stay behind and have his moment with his daughter,
between just the two of them. Of course, a ~gift~ of a cigar was involved. Rem giving her dad a cigar had become
something special before her death, and has become even more so now - long story there for another time.
Love your lovies...you never know just how much time you have left with them, on this earth!
Thinking about all
We treasured together...and
When we'll hug again
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Friday, August 19, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Clearing out debris
Sometimes leads to a surprise
Hey mama, come back!
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
|perennial hardy hibiscus. Dad said he started with one red and one white, and ended up with a|
light pink flower* with no center redness - it's beautiful!
The dance is over
It's time to go. Off to my
Dreams...there's no more show...
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
|what we've always referred to above as a mimosa tree blossom, we've come to find it's really not.|
My grandparents had two of the beautiful trees growing in the backyard of their California, MO
home. Every time I see a tree in bloom, I think of them, with much love, much much love.
Little punk blossoms
Blooming in your pink pink way
Wish I could be you.
Sunday, August 07, 2016
Friday, August 05, 2016
|dad reflecting on a reflecting pond - glass still that pond is tonight - waiting|
for mom, Care and me to return on the golf cart from Chanterelle-picking overload
We love this dad, ours,
Loving us always and there
For us, thick 'n thin
Thursday, August 04, 2016
|the beautiful flower, plumbago, that dad grows in a pot on the deck - color not enhanced by me - at 6:00pm.|
|the same flower (different cluster) captured at 1:30pm in the full sun - color not enhanced by me|
No matter what time of day
Beautiful you are!
Wednesday, August 03, 2016
|photo taken on 7/31/16 @ 3:49 pm|
|photo taken on 8/1/16 @ 2:31pm|
(covered in mud spots because of the hard rain that fell last night)
|photo taken on 8/2/16 @ 3:20pm|
|photo taken 8/3/16 @ 3:27pm just before harvesting|
We harvested it today, the 3rd of August. Had a bit of it tonight just to try it, and will have more tomorrow - will let you in on the secrets of Chicken-of-the-Woods preparations!
Soon on our dinner table
Sunday, July 31, 2016
I took this photo back in 2009 while in NYC visiting Daryl near her home - can't remember the name of the lovely
park we were walking. Kate had come in from MD, and Lauren and I had traveled from CT to join in.
Bleeding hearts have always been on of my very favorite flowers...well haven't yet met a flower I didn't love...
and this is a photo I've held dear for more than a few years.
Little dancers! All
In a row, bobbing along
To their unknown beat.
Friday, July 29, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Mom & I were on her golf cart hunting for chanterelles in the woods surrounding our parent's home. Did we ever walk into a chanterelle-gold treasure-trove! (It was in the same place in the woods we've found a good patch in previous years, but never in this quantity.) Only problem was, it wasn't where mom (she's golf-cart-bound) could drive to it, so, you get the ~glorious commentary~ from moi as I was yelling back to her so she could ~share~ in the find. (Just turn your volume down and no snotty thoughts on my commentary or my voice!) The number of chanterelles this 2016 summer has just been unbelievable! We've had them on pizzas, in stir-fries, in pasta toppings, in sauces for steaks and chicken, as a side dish.
We have refrained from including them as part of our frozen yogurt dessert churning!
A pirate’s chest spilled
on the forest floor, spreading
it’s chanterelle gold
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
|Blue Lake Beans... |
valiantly trying to grow...it's not going well.
Daughter Brynnly and I have a plot at Norwalk's Community Garden. It's intended to be for us to reap the harvest of veggies to enjoy eating. This far, our plot is apparently for the ground hogs and rabbits to enjoy eating. The beans don't
have a chance, nor broccoli or cabbage. Thought we'd scored a home-run with the pepper plants. Yeah, the critters
hate the foliage, but the pepper flowers? They love 'em! The only thing that seems to be safe are the tomato plants and the
chive plant. Even our basil hasn't been safe. It. Is. SO. Frustrating!
Blue Lake beans, going
Going gone! Critters have won
We need a good fence!
Sunday, July 17, 2016
"The spring blooms are probably the tree's largest selling point - and its most misunderstood.
The white "petals" aren't actually petals at all.
They are modified leaves called bracts that surround the small, greenish-yellow, insignificant flowers."
Like a flock of birds
Floating by on white white wings
Friday, July 15, 2016
|Rosemary blossoms, February 2009|
I wrote the below post originally in February 2009. It pretty much perfectly explains what our
Sunday Family Dinners are all about and why they are so important to all of us.
For the original post, click here. For the re-posted post, click here.
For cousin Julie's wonderful take on SFD, click here.
(The oven fries recipe, below, is often a part of our SFD's.)
There's one huge aspect of my world that I really don't write much about here, which is really quite odd, considering how important it is to me. It is something near and dear to my heart, whatever the aspect of it is. Matter of fact, it's quite near and dear to the hearts of my family and friends as well. We have shared many wonderful times over it, and, I suspect, will continue to do so ad infinitum.
So what, you ask, does the above photo have to do with anything at all, let alone the mystery aspect of my world I'm blabbering on about? Nothing and absolutely everything, that's what! It's a pretty enough photo that I enjoy looking at, and hope you do to, but what it really stands for is...food. Food. It's such an important part of my world and I really don't talk or write about it as much as I should. How often have we gathered together, be it two, ten or many folks, to celebrate, commiserate, grieve, just be with each other, laugh, love, play, where food is the centerpiece of the gathering? How irritated do the children of this wonderful collective family of ours get when we miss Sunday Family Dinner two weeks in a row? (Right now they're really mad - we're going on our 3rd week of missed SFD with no end in sight. It's not a good thing.) How wonderful is it to gather together and share good times over good food? It is a pleasure to be forever treasured. And I know we're sending these children of ours forth into this world with the conviction that our Sunday Family Dinner gathering is a tradition whose celebration is sacred, should always be nurtured and never ever forgotten. Food is good. Life is good. For the most part.
Those Oven Fries
potatoes, chunked, quartered, cut in wedges, whatever
extra virgin olive oil, enough to coat everything
garlic and/or onions, chopped
fresh rosemary leaves, stripped off tough stem
fresh ground pepper and salt
(lemon juice is a most excellent addition)
oregano or other herbs if you think necessary - I don't
Now you know why I can't bake - I don't measure anything...ever. Preheat oven to 425º. Wash potatoes, cut into whatever shape you want. Using whatever amounts you want, place all ingredients in a bowl and mix well. Pour on a cookie sheet in a single layer. Bake for about 10 - 15 minutes. Turn potatoes over and bake for another 10 - 15 minutes. Serve immediately.
Delicious with just about everything, but especially good with roast chicken, lamb and salmon. It goes without saying (so why am I saying it?) they're delicious with hamburgers and steak. Heck, they'd be good with liver!
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
|Fierce Little Revolutionary Soldier|
This young man's photo is from another stop on the tour Bly & Angie just took. This stop was a historical site that reenacted Revolutionary battle scenes that apparently included youngsters. This little guy really got into it - and got it! Look at that face! Fierceness personified! I'm sure he would have fought proud and hard had he been alive all those years ago. So wonderful to let the young-uns ~live~ history and what a great way to learn! Here's a photo of him and his friend leaving:
|Two little soldiers marching on|
Two little soldiers
Marching on to adventures
Just 'round the corner
Monday, July 11, 2016
|Barn Swallow Babies|
Son Bly and his wife Angie took a tour bus up through New York state, and at one point visited this brick structure. As Bly said, "I don't see how all those babies stay in that nest without someone falling out!" Those barn swallow babies certainly look like they're about ready to fly the nest to me!
mama swallow must be ripe
to see her babes fly!
Wednesday, July 06, 2016
|Lemna minor, commonly known as duck weed, has plagued our usually beautiful pond hugely this year. |
This doesn't happen every year, and, matter of fact, the last time this occurred, our pond company sprayed
the entire pond surface with Round Up because, at the time, it was considered ~a bio-chemical that was
environmentally safe and very friendly~. We were told that after a very short period of time, it would break
down to nothing and leave no traces behind. HA! (We also had the aerators installed after the RU application.)
Considering all the damning evidence that's come to the front about Round Up's lack of
~good for the environment~, that wasthe first and last time that remedy was used.
Now our pond company has told us the only good way to remove the duck weed is either skim it off (really???)
or cover the pond with a black sheet to block out all the sunlight (really???).
So very practical, those two solutions!
So this year we live with a very green pond and hope that next summer the duck weed is in ~remission~. (sigh)
duck weed on our pond
a scourge and a huge eye-sore
please go away NOW!
Labels: Bane of my Existence
Saturday, June 25, 2016
|Flowers for the old folk|
My dad has been an ombudsman for a local senior citizen facility for quite a few years now. More than once I've heard him announce that he was on his way to visit the "old folks". This, coming from a 93 year old man. He and my mom have been both vegetable and flower gardeners for all the years I've been alive, and when it's flower season, he never fails to take big bouquets of flowers to the "old folks". Mom, on her golf cart, caught Dad cutting flowers to take with him for his visit.
It just doesn't get much better than that.
a bit of sunshine
to light the lives of others
something dad does well
Thursday, June 23, 2016
never give up!
no matter what comes your way!
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Thursday, June 16, 2016
|We've lived in in this home of ours for nigh on 40 hears, and at some point, we planted this beautiful rose bush.|
Rosa Bonica...it's my very favorite rose...well...outside of the Rosa Peace.
And, of course, the old heritage roses, which are the only roses that have any
of the wonderful rose essence left to inhale. (sigh)
rosa bonica -
the beauty you've brought to me!
the beauty you've brought to me!
glorious, you are!
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Two naughty racoons
Taking the lazy way out
Hey! Go eat some fish!
Monday, June 13, 2016
Sunday, June 12, 2016
|The heritage daffodils that are found around our home and are |
the remnants of former homes that have been here over the ages.
No longer bulbs you can buy, but to be treasured for their old souls.
Food for my soul!
Your age is timeless, and thus,
We should treasure you.