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.
Guest blogger Marlene, (Mark’s MIL- Erika’s Mom) sent me these photographs of flowers in her garden at the end of June.
I searched for them to put on her birthday post yesterday (What We Share) but couldn’t find them.
Then I remembered – she sent them via iPhone, not email. Spent a bit “loading earlier messages” but was able to find and save them.
Here is her garden and flowers around her house at the end of June. Near Roanoke Virgina.
“All the flowers around my house that are yellow or have yellow in them.”
Now I thought that was perfect for Cee’s Photography Challenge for YELLOW.
Hope I got the labels all right! Glad you had a nice birthday. xoxoxo
I took the first shot as I sat in my car, stuck in a long line of unmoving traffic, waiting for the zoo goers to drive out and find their way home.
Sigh. Camera on the passenger seat, a full stop.
I went home and changed and came back out and had to return the same route.
No traffic the other way, thank goodness.
I pulled over to photograph the hillside yard of sunflowers with the late afternoon sun coming through.
Now it is not the same as my friend Joyce’s field of sunflowers in Provence but they made me feel happy to look at them and I realized they didn’t have to mow that pesky steep hillside front yard.
and the Sunflower front yard from across the street when I was driving the opposite direction a bit later
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.
Flag Day! June 14th.
Started in the year 1895. For history click here
AND it’s my brother’s birthday! Happy Birthday David.
Carolee (David’s wife) sent these photos of my brother David, standing by the enormous elderberry plants.
I’ve been saving them all week to post on his birthday. Thanks for sending the photos Carolee.
Happy Birthday from Pittsburgh- American Flag and the PPG building tonight. love, Ruth
Joan has an array of thread colors and some are silky and some are shimmery.
So many different types of thread.
She makes beautiful fiber art,
and draws in ink.
Watch for her Female Martyr Series this summer.
You’ve seen Joan looking at Larimer School where she used to teach Art.
Even her pincushions are interesting.
An older photo of the thread collection
and Joan on her back porch. Her garden is so interesting. Will have to do a photo tour.
Joan grows the best rhubarb and puts up delicious apricot preserves.
Spring is a welcome season.
Especially after the long hard winter months.
I found it difficult to make my entry unique
so am just going with the theme in general- green shoots, blossoms and leaves and the old apple tree’s flowers.
Baseball is Spring –
Baseballs at the High School game.
Apple blossoms on my tree in the backyard
Full leaf trees and the red bud blooming.
New shoots push up through the old leaves and dirt
Outdoors without coats on deck in Ohio, after swinging on the swings.
A few years ago this Mary statue was a curbside alert through the neighborhood listserve so I walked up to Winterton St. to save her from the trash.
She was peeling paint and looking a bit worn. Somehow it didn’t seem right to have her picked up by the garbage truck. So I put her in my side “garden” and called her Our Lady of the Weeds (due to my lack of gardening effort)
About the same time I hired a friend of a friend to come and do some master gardening, get rid of the weeds, plant something decent. And the skilled gardener took the Mary statue home with her and she was gone a couple of months. The gardener is an excellent puppeteer and brightened up the statue with new paint. In fact, when she was returned it took awhile to get used to her brightness and revitalization.
Then my neighbor restored the bird bath bowl my father gave me when I bought the house.
One day I came home and the Mary statue was perched in the now repaired bird bath.
It’s been a team effort to get me spiffed up around here.
This Spring I’ll take a new photo with the plantings and green surrounding her.