My friend J found these dishes in a kitchen consignment store in Omaha-The Pot and Ladle.
J had them packed and moved with her when she relocated to Florida.
And then she wrapped them in bubble wrap and packed them herself in about eight boxes and shipped them to me in Pittsburgh.
When your birthday is the Fourth of July, people see red white and blue and think of you.
Last night I had house guests so got up and baked blueberry muffins with a container of greek yogurt (vanilla) and used one of the American Colonial plates (designed by Warren Kimble in 1997) When I looked up Warren Kimble it said he is “the best known living American Folk Artist”
(noticed I used the red, white and blue potholder I wove a few years ago)
You know how I love coffee. That one wonderful cup in the morning.
This morning I receive a text from a colleague who’s teaching art in a different school this year.
He texted where to come for coffee in East Liberty. Zeke’s. Huh? I couldn’t picture it in my mind.
Zeke’s Coffee on Penn Ave at Highland Ave. Only 1.5 miles from my home. I found it easily once I made the left turn onto Penn it was right there all the time.
And I’ve driven 50 feet from it several times a day and not turned down that particular block on my route.
Today was the first time I was introduced to the locally roasted delicious coffee. And they’ve been there since 2011!
I bought two bags for friends and family to try and my car smelled like a roastery when I got home. Mmmmmm.
Owned by Chris and Tom (who were out at Farmers Market selling the full one pound bags of their beans that they roasted themselves) In fact that’s how they started at Farmers Market and now they go to NINE of them. ( I looked it up and there was no apostrophe in Farmers Market)
I met Brye the baker (wife of Chris) and Alex was the barista and operated the register. I asked if I could photograph them for the blog and they agreed. Steve and I plan to return in the morning when they open at 8.
You can still get great tomatoes. Come January we’ll long for them.
I was at a friend’s house and she made corn for us.
Butter, salt and fresh black pepper.
I think it was the first ear of corn I ate all summer.
Had a half of an ear last Sunday at a Garden Party, but
will savor this photo come fall.
Steve and I drove across the Highland Park Bridge to Joan’s for dinner. You’ve seen Joan’s spools of thread and checking out where she used to teach.
Since I went out of town on my birthday, we made a plan for when I would be back in town and when we could get together
Joan made James Beard’s recipe for Lahma bi Ajeen. The fresh tomatoes, cucumber and peppers,Baba Ganoush, Hummus, Yogurt Sauce with Fresh Dill from her garden, and wonderful olives.
The Lahma bi Ajeen recipe from Beard on Bread cookbook (A well used page)
Buttermilk Pound Cake from World of Baking by Delores Casella topped with fresh rhubarb sauce. Rhubarb from Joan’s garden- we ate outside.
Thanks for a nice dinner and good conversation, Joan. Everything was delicious
Joan inside her doorway keeping the dogs inside.
Long time friends, childhood friends, best friends, far away friends, friends and neighbors of years past and passed- there are many degrees and types of friendship. Friends can see you through all kinds of situations and experiences.
And we have virtual friends -you may not meet in person but with whom you have a connection, a blogging friend, or someone with a shared interest..
I ‘m fortunate to have received real mail in my mailbox- birthday cards and also texts on devices and phone calls from other friends.
This Friday (the fourth) I’m celebrating my birthday so it’s good to feel their friendship in a variety of ways. You can eat together, laugh together, cry together, provide mutual support. Be a friend to have one, it’s true.
One friend sent a tea bag in a fabric envelope with a little verse. (thanks Donna).
Yes, it is good to have friends.
Loss of a Blogging Friend
This morning I read a post by Stuart, a blogging friend’s husband (of 45 years) who told of Christine’s sudden passing. A virtual friend from the blogging community. The first comment Christine wrote on my blog was in 2011- when we “met” so it has been a nice exchange of good words and photographs. She was an excellent photographer and lived near the beach in Australia so her photographs show another part of the world.
One doesn’t really know what to do when someone passes. Takes time to digest the sad news. And then the missing begins……….
Two members of the wordpress community , blogging friends, wrote tributes, beautiful blog posts, to Christine in response to her passing-
click to see Jo’s A Walk for Christine or Madhu’s Farewell Dear Friend blog with photographs and words in memory of Christine.
Hey, it’s your birthday!
Happy Birthday to my friend V, who tells me good stories and makes me laugh! Enjoy your day. This angel is a music box.
A little iPhone shot of a still life I put together for your birthday.
“One is the loneliest number ….”
One unicyclist Pittsburgh Marathon last May
One handstand by Anna my granddaughter in Hardy Virginia
One reader in Bryant Park NYC
One friend at her window
One seal watcher in Central Park
One tulip by St. Patrick’s Cathedral NYC
One nun in NYC
Laura is ONE August 7, 1984 Grafenwoehr Germany
I saw Three Dog Night in the early seventies. No kidding.
A Friend is Someone Who Likes You. (by Joan Walsh Anglund)
Can’t show you the sweet images inside as they’re copyrighted but it’s all about how lovely it is to have a friend.
I took the book to school in 1961 and the teacher, Miss Grace E. Wagner, inscribed it after I shared it.
A good friend is to be cherished.
You may not see your friend all the time, live far away, but when you’re together it is as if all the time between melts and you pick up where you left off.
Your good friend “gets you”, accepts you, and loves you, no matter what. And you love them right back!
Life events, milestones, heartaches, joys, loss and laughter. Sometimes all in the same moment. These are shared, celebrated or in the case of grief you keep one another in your hearts. Carefully. Remembering. With gratitude. And much love.
for my longtime friend – I love you. Happy Birthday!
Saturday morning I went to a wonderful poetry reading at Calvary Episcopal Church on Shady Avenue (in Pittsburgh). It was a grand crowd of friends, fellow poets and family. Jan Beatty gave a marvelous introduction and then Liane read poems from her book. They had to get extra chairs! Afterwards there was lots of hot coffee and croissants, raspberries and blueberries and other delicious pastries. Her grandson helped sell the books and make change.
Liane Ellison Norman’s new poetry book is Breathing the West: Great Basin Poems.
On Monday December 3rd, one of her poems will be read by Garrison Keillor on The Writer’s Almanac. How cool is that?
Here’s the link so you can listen to the reading of Tree by Liane Ellison Norman.
My friend Amy ( mother of Mikey) brought in the leftover cupcakes her friend Jackie made for Mikey’s first birthday. Here they are on the counter at school for everyone to share