Columbus Ohio. Franklin Park Conservatory exhibits. Laura, Anna, Charlie and Roy and I walked through the different exhibits.i liked the colorful butterflies in the Rain Forest. The train display opens June 3rd so we have to return.










Columbus Ohio. Franklin Park Conservatory exhibits. Laura, Anna, Charlie and Roy and I walked through the different exhibits.i liked the colorful butterflies in the Rain Forest. The train display opens June 3rd so we have to return.










Poppyseed roll . Yes or no?

Ten years ago the subject was Hungarian Nutroll baked by Erika’s Aunts click link for slide show
And here’s the blog post about poppyseed and nut roll
Location location location. Isn’t that the rule of real estate? It’s EVERYTHING!
Maura took this photo of a brand new development, built along the active railroad tracks. She says I could sit on the porch and knit and watch the freight trains go by. Heaven forbid if there’s a derailment! What were they thinking with this plan? No occupancy yet but I can’t imagine anyone rushing to buy one of these units.

I’m at Mark and Erika’s House in Ohio and saw the gorgeous painting of Immaculate Heart of Mary church in Pittsburgh’s Polish Hill neighborhood.
It’s where they were married in August 2002.
I posted Bill’s artwork in Ohio in 2018 but it deserves another post.


There was an article by Emma Orlow in the NYTimes (although the miniatures convention has ended for this year.) Inside the Big World of Small Objects. “For over 40 years, Tom Bishop’s dollhouse miniatures show has been the gold standard for serious collectors and hobbyists alike.”
Made me think of this miniature tea set I have here in my house.








Tribute to a Friend. Poem below by Liane Norman

Dorothy H. Holley. May 15, 1923 – June 6, 2010
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 andKeep (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.
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A slideshow, remembering Dorothy. Blackberries on Greek yogurt. Roses, iris and tulips from her garden. The back porch where we’d sit, have tea, watch birds feed and bathe. She wrote poems after viewing the photos of the Mill at Night and The Cider Press. She baked fresh bread and gave me some to take home for Steve. She’d slice tomatoes and make summer sandwiches to share. She contributed many comments on the blog. She showed us how to live life with courage, grace and love. for Pittsburgh Post Gazette obituary click here

That’s a Hunca Munca Beatrix Potter figurine.

I bought this Kentucky in the 1980’s











