Weekend Hours

Some things are created 

just to blow minds. 

Barely worn leather pumps. 

Navy blue.

Triangle cut details.

Aaand....

Not my size.

Maybe they will fit one of you lovelies 

Cardinal: The Winter Bird

I realize there must be hundreds of better pictures of cardinals on Google. 

Fire engine red looking angry (always...always looking angry) on fluffy fresh snow.

Clearly this isn't one of those.

But! 

To begin with, I was at work, hence the "fire" red. 

B, These two are the only decent pictures I took....out of  121.

And finally, all of my oohing & awwing, while crouching on a chair (& even a brief kneeling on a desk) wasn't noticed by the boss.

Success!

Cardinals have always reminded me of my grandma. She hoarded pictures of them. She had several that lived & darted around the bay window & a feeder that sat directly under the cushioned seat there.

I've never seen a female cardinal in real life. The whole experience was quite awesome. 

She was beautiful in her own right, 

but different...

acutely aware of every thing happening around her.

It was quite magical.

A Tub Full of Silverware

A plastic tub that is, but still, full of old, disgustingly dingy, silverware.

My uncle found it below the stairs in the basement (at Grandmas) & had no idea who'd owned any of the mismatched pieces. (Seriously Grandma?) I doubt any are family pieces, and considering for sabout 40 years she took in exchange Students, Boarders & troubled kids, I think they must just be a mix of some of the secrets that house has to tell.

I know I don't have to tell you how my head has been reeling with sinarios and situations....I guess I'll get out the silver polish and load up google :)

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Life and Death in a Garden

Pathetically enough, I'm still mouring the end of vacation. It was so amazing to be so close to the lake. And to be able to walk barefoot out the front door, into dirt and not concrete? Heavenly.

 

So began another evening stroll around Worcester. To my favorite road with the lovely garden outside...only to find that the peonies are dying. Needless to say, my heart was a bit more bummed.

 

 

But that's life in a garden. New growth was shooting up all over, & the air was scented with dirt, humidity and flowers. Which, is one of the best scents ever...I wonder if someone has made that a perfume or a candle? Hmmm...

 

That's all today, blooming loves.

Until Next Time, Maine

dead porcupine...check out those quills

pretty little bugger



so in love

yep, this is how i canoe

one last goodbye

best sandwich...grilled cheese with tomatoes and lobster

 

 

Week in review...yet without the barefoot-for-seven-days-playing-in-dirt dirty feet (you are welcome)
Now comes the post vacation depression.

Hope you had a great July 4th.

Moose Crossing



You've seen the signs on the highway.

Those two little words on a yellow road sign have harassed me since I was little kid. Countless road trips riding in the back seat next to my brother, we'd spot the Moose Crossing sign; and, what no doubt became my parents dream, became an agonizing game of seek for us. We pressed our faces against the glass and barely blinked as we silently searched.

Yet, every trip turned up the same results: Nothing, Nope, Nadda

& an overly hopeful "Next Time!" from the front of the car.

So this trip I wasn't expecting much. I didn't even think the "moose thought". Maybe that's the reason things turned out the way they did.

evidence that antlers have been here



different layers of tree & bark cut open

sap dripping...so cool

tracking like an amateur

close up with nature litter inside

gotcha!

who me?

My brother was the one who heard it first, a clomp-clomp-squish sound coming from the lake. Out the window he saw a pair of antlers making their way across, headed towards our beach. Whispering, for no other reason then it was 6 AM, we fell out of our beds and pulled on some shoes; five of the seven of us scrambled down, tripping over tree roots & rocks, kicking up sand...
To see this, so-ugly-he's-cute teenage moose eating some breakfast.

Pure magic, witnessed at dawn standing next to my first partner in crime (& moose sighting).

I guess I should have believed my parents

Trash and treasures

just some victor records on a stone wall

lovely

it's all in the details

little fairy flowers

I found this Victor Victrola Record binder sitting outside the shop when I came in today. Just like this; I wondered briefly as the shutter snapped, if someone had placed it like this to take some pictures, or if it was placed there, forgotten, and the breeze had blown it open.

The record in the sleeve is called "Carry me back to Old Virginny" A song that was written by James Bland, a well known African American composer in the 1800's. The song tells the trouble many slaves faced as they were freed, as they had little safety or family aside from life on the plantation that they had left. A modified version of this song was used as Virginia's state song, until 1997 when it was deemed too racially offensive.

This is the version on the record, http://youtu.be/Y1GWRDL7PTs

Salem sans Burning Witches

Lily of the Valley...



 Petal snowstorm. The best kind of storm

 Perfect. Lace. Curtains. (need I say more?)

 A perfect garden...a big shady tree, defined walkways, a statue and a secluded lower section. "Good fences make good neighbors" True that, Mr. Frost.

No comment, just this...cast iron awesome

I'm kind of embarrased to admit this, but I've rarely been to Salem, MA without the cloud of Halloween hanging over it. Not that it's bad, mind you, the Halloween bug. It's just...not a whole picture of the gem that we discovered on the back streets.

Anywho, my (historian) dad knows a (historian) guy who does a walking tour of Salem (not ghost or witch related). In costume. In character. I honestly couldn't tell you much info from the tour (the 20 loud Texan women could be to blame...) But really, I blame my overwhelmed eyes/mind/soul combo and a camera at my disposal. It was wonderful.

Until next time Seedlings!

Daffodils and Snowflakes

The last snowstorm. We spent the night cozied up with some wine, thinking the next morning would be just as sparkly and snowy pretty...but it wasn't. Oh well, I would take flowers over snowflakes, any day!

Any guesses as to what the white globe is?

It's a porch post from my grandma's house. She's lived there forever, and I'd bet that this is older than she is. I love it...don't really know what to do with it, but love it. Oh, and fyi, the old posts were falling off, have been replaced with new posts, and I asked first if I could take it. :)

Until next time, little Acorns!

An Unexpected Find

Just when you think it's another dull Monday...a dull Monday where you've put off doing laundry a bit too long...and winter, even thought it's been mild, is still winter and still dragging on...

Imagine, laundry basket on hip, prying open the elevator doors to the basement. Expecting, well, expecting a boring cement basement and finding....the exact opposite

A Free Couch. A free Antique couch, in good shape. And to add that we don't have a couch (even though we've been here for well over a year) that's obviously a sign...right?

I did a quick sniff, followed by a quick bounce, threw the laundry in the machine and flew back up six floors. Knowing that while Alex was washing dishes, I had quite possibly found the greatest unexpected free couch ever.