At my friend’s home, supper Saturday night. Cut from her garden.
These summer flowers remind me of my Grandmother.
After breakfast with my friend Donna, we saw this pink chair in the front garden.
I shot it through the windshield. We were stopped at the end of the alley where it was time to turn into the street.
The wing chair didn’t look as if it was put out for the trash?
A bit of reflection in the street puddle.
Dabbling in nature photography today
The downpour of rain came later.
Muggy and hot, hot, hot.
This bee was enjoying the flower. Shot with a 24/70 lens/wish I’d a macro for an even better close-up.
You know the painting. It’s in Chicago. But in Columbus Ohio you can see the scene.
The topiary garden sculptures are A Sunday on La Grande Jette 1884- Georges Seurat
We went there on Father’s Day after church. Thanks for taking me to see it.
Another guest post with the orange theme.
My friend and former colleague,Toni, emailed me photos from her Sunday visit to Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Gardens, ORANGE.
Seeing the orange made her think of the theme this week.
I asked if she’d agree to be guest blogger and here are her orange photos.
Thanks Toni. Your photos are a bright spot.
Chihuly garden glass
Last gallery of Serenity as the challenge of the week will change Friday.
Rainee of All About Words blog was correct in her comment “Isn’t it interesting how often water, nature, children and pets feature in Serenity? Might be something powerful to remember here”
October 29th, Wednesday Afternoon
Funny how the unexpected sight of something triggers a stream of consciousness.
The word Iris, the sight of these Iris blooming made me think of many things.
In Highland Park after school today, while waiting for a poet to arrive to shoot the author photo for her new book cover,
I saw these Iris.
I always think of Iris as the“end of the school year” flower but now I see they bloom in late October, too.
Vincent Van Gogh painted them.
Liane Ellison Norman wrote a poem, ” I Dug Up the Iris” about our friend Dorothy’s Iris.
When I was young, we lived in Montclair New Jersey and walked in the Presby Memorial Iris Gardens named after the founder of the American Iris Society.
So many memories triggered by the sight of their blooming today.
At the Farmer’s Market, I saw bunches of Cosmos and my grandmother Hendricks came to mind.
She used to grow them. I bought a bouquet and put them in a vase.
They just look “old fashioned” to me.
This is the grandmother who taught me to knit. My father’s mother.
When I was at Laura and James house, I took this photo of the tag on the afghan they have in their living room.
Her name was Mary Alta but she went by Alta. I have never met anyone else named Alta.
My appreciation for all things handmade and knit was passed down.
Recently I was led to open the back of her Book of Common Prayer and found this list in her hand.
Here is a list of 26 afghans she knit for others when she was in the Nursing Home in Taylorville Illinois.
I’m Ruthie, Mark is my son and Marian is my Mother and “Roy’s Mary” is my sister.
My sister-in-law Bobbie, sent this afghan below (one my grandmother made) to Laura and James. An heirloom gift
The blue one is the one she made for me. Her knitting is just beautiful.