Cheri Lucas Rowlands at WordPress challenges bloggers to post a photo of something (or someone) sweet.
Vincie brought the foil wrapped Betsy Ann chocolate balls (made in Pittsburgh) to the House Concert and Molly brought the Sarris Candies (from Canonsburg) for Valentine’s. Sweet!
I think the bright wrappers make it inviting to unwrap them.
Early Saturday Morning, The Brothers Reed, Phil and Aaron, and their friend and cameraman Daniel hit the road for a Saturday night gig in New York City. The brothers from southern Oregon and Daniel in from L.A.
Friday night the brothers played a House Concert at my home. An enjoyable evening of great music, shared with good friends.
Their mom’s high school friend drive down a couple of hours from Erie for the concert.
I’d hosted the Brothers in May 2016, too.
in Photo below-Marc Reisman sat in on a bluesy number, playing harmonica.
Daniel at work filming for a documentary he’s creating.
Earlier in the day we drove around the city. I gave Daniel and Phil an abbreviated tour of the city. I blogged the flooded rivers yesterday. Here’s Phil by Duquesne Incline up on Mt. Washington.
by PNC park and the Allegheny River. Bill Mazeroski statue above with Daniel taking photos.
http://www.thebrothersreed.com/
You can listen to their music and see the tour schedule on their website.
It had been raining steadily the last couple of days. I mean HEAVY rain. Here is the result of the downpour and all the melted ice and snow.
Allegheny River where the road should be,
no visible walkway by PNC Park . 
West End Bridge 
The Point is covered with water
Spring in winter.
What a difference a few hours make. 
Valentine’s Night looked more like Halloween. Rain, fog and darkness. The view of the park tonight. Wet pavement speaks to me. 
This photo and note were sent to me in 2007 by my dear friend Dorothy Holley.
I found it today (Valentine’s Eve?) while cleaning a desk I rarely use. It was a lovely find as Dorothy passed in June 2010.
I included her note on the back, telling how she took it through a window and a screen.
Now and then I see one in my yard, too. Cardinals look stunning against the evergreen by my porch, especially in the snow. Dorothy loved the birds and waited to capture this picture.
She was a good encourager to me.
Placed her Valentine’s photo on red paper to take a shot with my phone to share with you.
If you’ve followed the blog, you’ve “met” Dorothy before.The Quart Jar Poet film is for sale as a fundraiser for Madwomen in the Attic, Carlow University.
https://rutheh.com/2010/06/08/dorothy-h-holley-poet-friend/
https://rutheh.com/2016/11/09/meet-the-man-who-made-copies-of-the-film-quart-jar-poet/
And here’s a poem by Liane Ellison Norman about Dorothy’s iris.
https://rutheh.com/2010/07/22/i-dug-up-the-iris-by-guest-poet-liane-ellison-norman/
A mid winter treat . Steve slid open a sectioned tray and offered me this tiny ice cream cone after supper. It was frozen and so hard, I let it sit on the iPad stand to warm a bit before eating it. Just the right amount. I’d never seen an ice cream cone this small. 
I’ve been to Harmony, Pennsylvania but not Harmony, Maine. Recently I watched a Kristy Glass Knits knitting video where she told about Bartlett Yarn Woolen Mills (since 1821) manufacturing yarn.
The man on the video featuring Hudson Valley Sheep and Wool said, “Bartlett is a mainstay for us. This is your grandma’s yarn. This is real true farm yarn. Or your great grandmother’s yarn. At Christmas, a lot of people buy it to make stockings .” Well, I’m getting a head start this year. My friend Deb has been knitting Christmas stockings and inspired me to knit them for my grandchildren. You might remember her gauge difficulties with her Christmas stocking- I blogged it last January.
The grandmother who taught me to knit was born 126 years ago on February 7th.
That very day, I got on the phone and spoke with a nice woman and told her what I wanted to knit. Three days later I got a box of yarn from Harmony, Maine. She helped me select Spruce Heather, Cranberry and Natural. I added the other heather to create sock monkeys on the stockings, which I graphed. Mark’s old stocking from childhood served as a guide and I found a vintage knitting pattern from the 60’s on Etsy to serve as a template for the actual stocking. The woman who knit Mark’s stocking in Clarion PA was named Jane. My plan is to knit one a month and have them ready for NEXT Christmas. For the grandchildren. Getting an early start this year. And yes I did finish James’ sweater and he loves it!
Knitting bowls gifted from Toni, Laura and Bill.
Already I realize my monkey is a bit too tall. Back to the drawing board. 
It’s buttery crumbly shortbread on the bottom layer and a tangy sour sweet lemon curd- like top. I love lemons.
I met a friend for breakfast and she brought me these two delicious lemon bars. She knows they’re a favorite of mine. They were leftover from her book group gathering.
It’s the kind of taste that makes a mouth water. I opened the foil package and took this quick shot on my car’s console before I pulled out of the diner parking lot.
I nibbled at the first, my mouth watering with pleasure and then eyed that second bar. I managed restraint, wrapped it up in the wrinkled foil and put it out of reach, avoiding the temptation to make it disappear.
Steve certainly enjoyed it at lunch, unaware how vulnerable it had been to my midwinter gluttony.
My mother always said “it’s better to have a hankering for more, than to regret you had too much.”
Here’s a Lemon Bar recipe I found online, a woman says they’re the best. The 50 year old recipe from Wisconsin.