Thanks, Sylvia. These are so creative. Perfect for the photographer’s home. A nice focus as you enter the living room. Thank you for the unexpected present!
Krista Stevens at WordPress challenged bloggers this week with this prompt “Have you ever felt like the world was being a bit too rowdy? Where things and people were pushing in, crowding out your quiet thoughts — the ones that need time and space to surface?” Yes, Krista, yes.
My number one Happy Place? cuddling a grandchild in my arms, getting them to smile or the growing up grandchildren sitting next to me on the couch, reading a book or playing a game. Laughing with grandchildren is the best.
And there’s the knitting I go to-another happy place- a form of meditation, the repetition- but this post shows my kitchen where I can ward off winter chills (or autumn chills) and feel all is right in the world. (Even if it’s not.)
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First Day of Winter Still Life in My Kitchen
Friends joined me for tea, even though they weren’t in Pittsburgh.
You can see out the kitchen back door window to the back porch and garage, the bare trees. The shortest day of light. Winter officially here.
Two dear friends in KY sent a shipment of fancy English muffins and the Fed Ex man delivered them Wednesday afternoon. It seemed a good time to split one, toast it and spread some butter (with my Grandmother’s silver butter knife) and spoon some apricot preserves.
Went to fire up the kettle to brew tea but I’d burned the kettle dry on Monday so boiled a pot of water to make the tea. Pulled out the camera on the phone to capture the scene
Oranges were on sale 10 for $2 today and lately they were almost a dollar apiece.
A faithful blog reader in Virgina, C, (and best friend of a my good friend J in Omaha) made me the little quilted mug mat last year and it was J who gave me the lidded butter dish another year. The Botanic Garden mug matches my mother’s cereal bowls.
I was home alone but in the presence of friends and family remembered. Finding the joy of winter. My neighbor called to report a vibrant rainbow spotting and perhaps I could photograph it. i went outside and it was still raining and saw the colored arch across the street. I photographed it but it didn’t make the cut for posting but i appreciate when people see something and I come to mind. There was thunder and lightning, too.
Yes, that is a stack of woven potholders on the left counter top.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “On the Way.”
The family has gathered in. The house comes alive.
Awkward Family Photo® Game on the front porch.
Last week I borrowed Erika’s pink tulips in Ohio and put the vase outside in the snow to photograph the contrast.
Perhaps you saw that post.
My sister is the one who said, “Buy Spring flowers like the Germans did when you lived in Germany” and I took her advice.
This morning I went to the market to get some fresh produce and a bunch of tulips was 4.99 which I thought was well worth it. They’re from Virginia.
What a different feeling a bouquet of Spring tulips can bring to your spirit.
“We lost an hour of winter”, Mary told me when we set the clocks forward.
This afternoon the sun came in through the dining room window but it didn’t hit the table so I put the vase on the floor to catch the light.
Hope for Imminent Spring could be another title.
p.s. My sister wrote an early email after she saw the Tulips in the Sun post to ask me “did you remember to put the 3 pennies in the water? It make the tulips last longer. Hint from the Brooklyn Botanic Garden.”
First day of March and I’m a week
off but I’m blogging from my phone while sitting in the dark in my granddaughters room. Some of the family already headed out to a swim meet.
Here’s the vein of memory sparked by these photos – not for certain when Presidents Day started but will google.
My mother had a small cookie cuter in the shape of a hatchet.
Baked sugar cookies and the skinny dough hatchet handles would break off so easily.
She also made a pie like dessert with canned sour cherries and every so often you’d find a pit. I remember her stirring the juice on the stove with cornstarch to thicken, a crusty biscuit on top, baked.
This pie, a purchased one, reminded me of her efforts to celebrate Washington’s Birthday when I was growing up.
I’ve baked a chocolate log for Lincoln when the kids were small.
For this impromptu photo op, I pulled out the Presidents’ teapot J gave me and then remembered my parents George plate in the china cabinet.
The year mark (77-78) and I lived in Philadelphia while his dad was in Korea, my mom or dad would rock Mark in the big wooden rocker( it’s in his office now) and he’d look up at the blue plate on the wall and say “George” when you’d ask him “who’s that?”
You may remember the “Dear Photograph ” post two Februarys ago.
My son Mark took this photo in my
living room where the red (faded to
Rose) couch sits.
My dad is holding him when the couch was in my parents’ living room in Philadelphia in 1976.
They are both so happy on this old photo.
Here is the series of “Dear Photographs” I experimented with a couple of years ago.
The shortest day of light in the year. No wonder everyone is wrapping tiny lights around bare branches, plugging in cords, and flipping the switch to make it bright.
Pulled over to capture the giant Santa and a car sped by
Old School Blow Molds, Illuminated
The Toy Soldier House
Today at 8 AM, Dan and his SIL Todd, came to install my new furnace. Their day ended about 12 hours later. Well done!
It is great to have efficient heat and not worry about carbon monoxide emissions from the old furnace. Come summer there will be AC, too. And it was great you knew I needed more amps of electricity first and a new box so all is safe.
This old house hasn’t been this toasty since I moved in here in ’91.
Thanks Dan, for letting me photograph you in my old school basement.
And thanks Mar and Erika for recommending Uncle Dan. He did a super job, just as you said he would.