My grandson Charlie loves to play with his father’s childhood treasure box of toys. James’ mom brings them out when he visits. I took these last month when we stayed at the farm.
Month: February 2019
Meet Squirrel The Angora Bunny
Look at this soft snuggly bunny rabbit who helped feature the vibrant “Dye Happy” colorway. A table display was overflowing with beautiful and colorful soft yarn. Steve and I popped over the river for a few minutes to see the trunk show, held at LYS McWalker Yarns in Millvale PA, Sunday afternoon. I needed some double pointed knitting needles, too for a new project.
Meet Squirrel, held by Marissa of The Spun Bunny.
I should have taken a video of his little nose twitching. So fluffy and Marissa said the scale tips between 4 and 5 pounds so the fur is light, even if it is long.
You have to see and touch the squishy and brilliantly colored yarn to see what Squirrel and his family can produce. (with a little help from spinner and owner Marissa of course) I asked how many rabbits and Marissa responded “12
2 are full english angoras (ember and cinnabun) and the rest are french x english.”
Can you find his pretty eyes?
And I lifted one of McWalker Yarns photos from Facebook Timeline (thanks Amy) so you can see the gorgeous yarn Didn’t think to photograph the yarn, as I was mesmerized by Squirrel and all his cuteness.
A Tribute to Jimmy Cvetic
Remembering Jimmy Cvetic (click for article by Rich Lord)
Vietnam Vet, Police Detective, Boxing Coach and Poet. Poet is how I came to know him over the years, hearing him read at Hemingway’s Café in Oakland where he organized the Summer Poetry Reading Series for decades. He had an incredibly generous spirit. No one will be able to fill his shoes. He wrote the following poetry books:The Secret Society of Dog, Dog Unleashed, Dog is a Love from Hell, Dog Days published by Lascaux Editions.
Jimmy Cvetic
September 8, 1949- February 15, 2019
Jimmy with Franco Harris on August 17, 2017 Little Italy Days in Bloomfield neighborhood of Pittsburgh PA. I photographed them after Franco played in a Bocce game on Cedarville Street.
Click here to read Jimmy Cvetic in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette Saturday Poem : Another God Poem
Interesting Sign Across River in Millvale
A six word Saturday.
I’ve not seen one of these before but they make a lot of sense.
This one in front of the police station.
Toilet and Utility Sinks Await PickUp
I got excited when I saw this combination on an adjacent street the other day. Drove around the block to capture this image. Toilets in unexpected places can be a surprise.
You saw the pink toilet in the snow last week. There’s another one from 2011 post below. 
What I found across the street from school in 2011 post
Snowy Morning Looks Black and White
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday.
(From the archives)
Sock Drawer
This is a photo of my daughter Laura’s sock drawer. She texted it to me. She knew it would make me happy.
Why?
Because I knit them for her. You’ve seen the Good and Plenty and Wonder Woman featured on the blog and the yarn her husband James bought on a business trip in Seattle. The colors of flowers at Pike Market. I see some Alaskan yarn too.
When she told me she loved wearing the hand knit socks, I felt motivated to knit more.
Planted in 1963, Our Family Christmas Tree
A friend drove over from Morristown to Morris Plains (New Jersey) today. It’s where I spent a decade of my growing up.
Photographed this evergreen for me. Sent me the photo. Between 40 and 50 feet tall now. Wow!
I was wondering if it was still there after all these years.
We had a live tree with the roots encased in a burlap sack just that single year. I remember how we watered it and of course it was really heavy to get out of the living room.
Usually we’d get a cut tree, close to Christmas Eve. You know the ones- sometimes hard to get level in the metal stand or the base of the trunk is too thick so you get a metal bucket and some rocks, the fresh trees that drop needles before Epiphany, or you grab the trunk and are dripping with sappy gum. These real trees evoke Christmas of yesteryear with the pine fragrance. Not a candle or soap or air freshener. True woodsy clean fresh pine along with a tangerine peel says Christmas to me.
This Christmas tree was planted behind St.Paul’s Church in Morris Plains where our dad was the rector. We lived in the Rectory across the street.
The photographer prefers anonymity to a photo credit but I’m grateful for the effort and can’t wait until my brother and sister see this magnificent tree. Thank you.
Happy memories. 
The Hendricks Family Christmas (1963) Tree today. 2-10-19
