Waiting for the Infield Tractor to Keep Going

Ananda loves watching the tractor

Swim Pool Illusion

From the archives 2019. Looks like bowling to me. Floating balls on still water.

This week my phone took a spin in the washing machine. Ooops. Been managing with laptop and digging around in folders past. Back in business tomorrow with a new phone/camera.

Hardy Hibiscus in Bloom

Hardy Hibusvus

What’s in Your Fridge?

A former colleague, Ellen R, came for lunch on my front porch a couple of weeks ago. No shortage of topics to talk about and catch up with our family updates.  I was reminded of her wonderful refrigerator contents in 2010.

For our porch lunch she brought a lovely lemon cake with raspberries and a lemon glaze. 

Here is the post from July 2010

What’s in Your Fridge?

What’s in your fridge?  This is Ellen R.’s fridge.  She bakes delicious cheesecakes.  When the cream cheese goes on sale, she stocks up. Her husband was preparing for guests to watch a big game if I remember it right. I thought I would photograph fridge interiors and exteriors, a kind of portrait. It was a short term project.  I photographed my own fridge inside and out and decided it wasn’t too interesting to look at like Ellen’s.   ( This is her secondary fridge, not the main one in the kitchen! ) I thought the contents an interesting mix.

What’s in your fridge?

There used to be a column in a magazine, what three things can you always find in your refrigerator?   My answer would be butter, cheese, jam

 

“I Dug Up the Iris” by Guest Poet Liane Ellison Norman

A reblog from July 27, 2010 and May 14, 2023 A tribute to a friend  

click to see Dorothy Holley Post 

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Dorothy Holley’s Iris planted by Liane Ellison Norman 

I Dug Up the Iris

in Dorothy’s garden
to plant in the soaked

soil of mine, memorial
to her each spring

when they’ll open
complicated ruffles

and flourishes, purple
or blue with speckled

throats. They’ll rise
out of rhizomes

sprawling at soil’s
surface like the joints

of my old  hands
anchoring the tall

stalks and frilly petals.
This morning

in the brief breath
of cool I dug shallow

trenches for this legacy,
this pantry of pollens

the bees prospect,
insects with lives

beyond what the mere
gardener knows.

Liane Ellison Norman, a Madwoman in the Attic, has published two books of poetry, The Duration of Grief and Keep (www.smokeandmirrorspress.com). She has published poems in 5AM, Kestrel, North American Review, Grasslimb, Rune, Voices from the Attic anthologies and the Pittsburgh Post Gazette. Her poem “What There’d Been” won the Wisteria Prize in 2006 from Paper Journey Press.

July 20, 2017

From the archives. Granddaughter Maura

Recipe from Joanne

Sloppy Lennys Recipe

From I Dream of Dinner so You Don’t Have To by Ali Slagle

The second time I made it I used green lentils instead of red. Seemed to hold shape better. Serve on toasted buns just as you would their cousin Sloppy Joe.

Along North Euclid Avenue

Friday morning on the way to camp.

Baby bear’s chair?

Alexander Calder Mobile

Last night I was at the new airport and saw the Alexander Calder mobile. Sculpted in 1958- in the new airport terminal.

Here’s more information

Four in a Row

Later in the day they were gone