My sister and her friends went on a trip to Iceland. Euthemia sent me this photograph yesterday in response to the farm eggs post. I emailed and got permission to post her photo today.
Here’s what she wrote-
“Thought you’d like to see these. To add to your collection of beautiful naturally colored eggs. They taste much stronger than chicken eggs. I think scrambled with herbs would be better than the hard boiled were.
Love, Euthemia”
Seen(Scene) on the way home from school. Pulled into the drive and shot with my iPhone.
Anna- artist, bicyclist, swimmer, diver, rock climber, sister, friend, star student, super hula-hooper and so much more.
I was going to make the title today- How I Became a Grandmother. You were born!
Wishing you a happy day filled with love, every day, always. Love you.
They look as if they were dyed with food coloring for Easter.
They are not.
These eggs were a gift to Marlene from her neighbor when the family was visiting in Hardy, Virginia. The variety of colors in the shells was amazing to me. And they tasted delicious. 
Florida. A couple of years ago. I was shooting a friend’s daughter’s wedding. We stopped at the market to shop for supper. Not for live crickets. I just happened to see them there at the market.
Remove bottom lid to fill?
This display was something I’d not seen before. Seemed an interesting offering in a food market. I have driven by signs for Live Bait over the years but never really thought about it as I’ve never gone fishing. I didn’t pick a canister up to see if it was filled or empty. There are no holes for air? Maybe these are empty, waiting for you to fill them? Maybe some of my friends and followers who fish or keep spiders will know.
I looked up Live Crickets and discovered there is a whole industry. Also read a lot about crickets being kept as pets. People need them to feed their pet spiders and reptiles. Never really thought about that either.
Maybe best not thought about. The food chain. These are for fishing?
Just a bit different photo to start off the week. Once in second grade, a long time ago, we studied a unit on Grasshoppers and then the teacher opened a tuna size can of them and we all tried to eat a piece of grasshopper. No kidding. What I remember is that it was like the hull of a popcorn kernel and it was oily. I can’t remember any taste to describe. It did not taste like chicken.
Friday night I read about the Art Car Show in an article in the Post-Gazette. At this show, there weren’t any cars like the Art Car in Columbus OH I posted a couple of years ago.
Steve and I ventured out Saturday afternoon and what started out as a gray, dark day became perfect
First, we met George and his 1973 VW Thing. He came when the weather was good as his vehicle has no roof! Made in West Germany and customized in Redondo CA, he bought it in Indiana and told me his goal is to have every car he thought was cool when he was a kid. He has five cars and I should have asked him what the other four were but that question will have to wait for the Oktoberfest Car Show at the old VW Factory in Westmoreland next Sunday, October 14th.
Jason Sauer of Most Wanted Fine Art Gallery was the host of the event and showed me his demolition car named DOA and “that’s what it is” he said,”Dead!” That is why it was covered with a white sheet!
Parts of it have been torched out of the body and grace his Art Gallery walls and there is even a car pieces wind chime hanging from the tin ceiling of the gallery. He was the host for the day. He was at an event in Texas and had Xerox Most Wanted signs and people posed for the piece you see on the gallery wall. All the photos are on the trunk of a car, hanging on the gallery wall and the participants tagged themselves on FB.
Sam Thorp posed by the van she painted.
Steve bought a psychology book at Awesome Books a few doors down and he pointed out the giant sleeping cat in the front of the bookstore. We had fun in Garfield Saturday afternoon.
The weekly photo challenge this week is a multi-photo challenge using one of the new gallery formats that WordPress created. The suggestion was to include a gallery of nine photos. I was talking on the phone with my friend V and she said Oh, that’s an easy one. Your family!
I added fireworks and raspberries for celebration and summertime. Seeing Michael so happy receiving a medal at a dive meet this summer made my nine photos tally an even dozen.
The family numbers added up quickly. I decided to show what really makes me happiest!
Witnessing my family love one another. Watching Erika enjoy her children ride the Merry-Go-Round at the zoo, James catching Laura in his arms, celebrating Anna’s First Holy Communion weekend with the family. And Steve playing with the grandkids.
All of these photos make a mom’s heart sing.
At Big Dog Coffee on Sarah Street, the South Side. Ready for the season.
When I saw these stockings hanging by the fireplace, I thought it was funny.
I posted a reflection of Big Dog Coffee last November, you may remember. A great place to meet for coffee.
Mark married Erika. What a beautiful bride. But more importantly, a beautiful person. That was ten years ago.
Bill McC gave me lessons on how to to be a mother-in-law, or how to NOT be a bad mother-in-law…
The very words (MIL) can send a shudder through you-there I said it- mother-in-law!
We all know how the older generation (me) can annoy the younger generation.
Even if you try your best to not be annoying or try to not give unwanted advice or commentary. Joanne B suggested Duct Tape.
But this post is really about my daughter-in-law, Erika.
She is a lot of fun and tolerant and loving towards me, teasing and trying to update my wardrobe and style constantly. In a good way! She is one terrific mom, too. An organic gardener whose specialty is Japanese Eggplant, Kale and tomatoes and now has a new found interest in photography.
Today’s her birthday.
I wish I had the photo of her in the hot air balloon last May with my sister. She is brave and adventuresome.
Here’s Erika as an amazing mother to my four grandchildren and a loving wife to my son Mark and a terrific sister to my daughter and son Laura and Matthew and James. She’s really patient and is always thoughtful and kind to me, calling me up and telling me about the family happenings, keeping me up to date.
Love to my DIL Erika from your MIL!
(MIL sounds less awful than Mother-in-Law) and thanks Bill for the handy tips. You’ll have to ask Erika is I learned from you on how to be a good MIL.
I saw this plant in my daughter-in-law’s garden last weekend.
The sunflower’s petals gone, the flower head heavy and bent over with the spiraling pattern of seeds- Fibonnaci numbers((0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, … etc, each number is the sum of the two numbers before it) found in nature. My mother was always talking about Fibonnaci.
A mathematical miracle AND a squirrel’s delight.
Not sure how much a squirrel would need to store for the long winter but this one sunflower’s seeds looks like a good start.
