A box of sweet Georgia peaches was delivered on my front porch. Thank you Kristin and Rick.
What a happy and unexpected (and juicy) surprise. The jewels of a summer harvest at Pearson Farm in Georgia arrived in Pittsburgh. Perfection! The scent as the box was opened was wonderful and the taste even better. Delicious!
Our family friend Shuey has done it again. Sent photos that create a guest blog post. He’d driven his motorcycle up from Niceville Florida.
“I rode up to be a motorcycle safety volunteer for a charity bicycle event running out of Seneca, PA. It was in support of MS research and I monitored traffic at an intersection to facilitate travel for over 300 cyclists riding a 75 mile course. Weather was decent last Saturday and I think everyone had a good time. The route was quite hilly and twisty; these were serious riders.”
Last Saturday Shuey captured the Snowman after his volunteer duty was completed.
“The Snowman is a one-of-a-kind, 13-foot tall custom built roadside attraction originally from New Mexico. In 2013, he found his permanent home right here in Portersville, Pennsylvania.”
“If you’ve followed the blog you might remember the top post of 2012 was Shuey’s guest post of the stunning Barred Owl
Tuesday evening I joined friends for a seafood supper at Roland’s in the Strip District. The five of us met to dine out, for the first time in over a year. We had a table outside and had a good time at our reunion, eating and toasting to our being together.
One dessert was sufficient to share.
My recent post showing a threadbare linen dish towel, prompted my friend Joanne to unearth an identical Lupin printed towel she had tucked away in her stash. Approximately 15 years after her having given me the original! What a surprise to open the mail yesterday and find it folded in tissue paper, new with a tag. Thank you Joanne.
Today’s mail brought the delivery of a package. Always fun to receive an unexpected gift. If you squeeze the body, you can hear the sheep bleating. You know how I love puppets. He’ll be a great addition to video calls with the grandchildren. Thanks JB for the ewe mail.
The scent of Hyacinth smells like Easter to me. I wouldn’t want to wear it as a perfume, though.
I’d thought it a female name but looked up Hyacinth in Greek Mythology and discovered he was killed by the bounce of a discus, attributed to Zephyr blowing on it.
Hyacinth – a breath of Spring and seem easily identified, even if you were blindfolded.
Could you distinguish the difference between – a lily, narcissus and hyacinth with just your olfactory sense?
My father’s mother, the one who taught me to knit, stitched this saying I have on my wall.
Being covered in glass, the photo is tricky.