Fresh Peach Crisp in the Oven

Fresh Peach Crisp in the Oven. As good as apple crisp for sure. There were quite a few ripe peaches asking for someone to do something with them. E put plain yogurt on top of a warm serving but I was thinking vanilla ice cream would have been a prefect combination, too.

Monday- a beautiful summer evening in Ohio where I’ve come for a few days to help celebrate Michael’s birthday.

Two Roads Diverged in a Green Wood

We were on our way to a First Communion Party a week ago and my Daughter- in-Law was driving. When we saw the two branches of road in front of us, The Road Not Taken, the poem by Robert Frost, came to mind. Yes, these woods are a new Spring green, not a yellow wood, but poetic/blogging license?
When I went to find the actual poem I found this interesting Paris Review article by David Orr*.  Here’s a quote from his article, The Most Misread Poem in America (click here )
Go to the article and read about a 2008 New Zealand Ford Co Car Commercial which uses the poem without even giving credit to Robert Frost! If you want to consider the variances in interpretation of Frost’s poem you will find the article enlightening.
“Given the pervasiveness of Frost’s lines, it should come as no surprise that the popularity of “The Road Not Taken” appears to exceed that of every other major twentieth-century American poem, including those often considered more central to the modern (and modernist) era.”   
 Author Orr listed the GOOGLE stats of searches to prove it!  Who knew this particular was so popular?
Parts of verses still stick in my mind and when I saw this scene in the woods, they came right up. When I was in grade school, we had to memorize a poem a week and recite it from memory.
    The Road Not Taken 
                                                   by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
(By the way, we took the right of the fork)
*from the article
David Orr is the poetry columnist for the New York Times Book Review. He is the winner of the Nona Balakian Prize from the National Book Critics Circle, and his writing has appeared in The New YorkerPoetrySlate, and The Yale Review.
 

Early Morning Striped Light, Then and Now

I’m sleeping in Maura’s bed this week, while I’m in Ohio, but she came in to dress for school this morning.

As she stood in front of the mirror, the early morning light came in through the blinds.

I remembered.

Somewhere on the blog,a few years ago, I’d captured a shot of Maura with the same striped light on her hair. At least I thought it was the same light.

Her bedroom has eastern exposure.

So I went and searched and found it. September 2013 see the second photo.

The stripes are thin white light in 2013.

The blinds must have been almost closed completely.

Stacking Wood the Ohio Way

This is the way Chuck and Sharon keep their home toasty warm in the winter. There were at least three huge stacks of firewood. I have a little plastic thermostat on the wall that I adjust, no real work involved.

I asked what kind of wood it is and Chuck says “Ash”.

When I got home I ordered this book for Chuck. not that he needs any tips on how to chop, stack or dry wood but just to read about the Scandinavian way.  ( It’s a bestseller- click title for article on how it became a “global hit”) – Norwegian Wood by Lars Mytting

I heard about this book when I visited Norway last fall.  I sent it to my brother in Okanogan. He heats with a woodstove, too.

Halloween in Ohio

This morning it started at Halloween Storytime at the Clintonville Whetstone Library.

Charlie wore his astronaut costume and after the songs and stories the kids got treats from different stations in the library. The first was at the RETURNS slots. Stick you hand in and get a treat!   I thought that was so creative.  Then you had to know where to find the Shark books.  There was a shark passing out festive Snoopy and Great Pumpkin pencils.  There were so many cute and creative costumes but I try to not photograph children I don’t know so it looks like Charlie was on his own which was not the case.

 

 

 

Later Charlie wore a BumbleBee Transformer costume his Dad created from cardboard and duct tape. It was a lot of hard work but came out great.   It was fully operational and folded so Charlie could transform from a car to a Bot.  The neighbors had a mask Charlie could borrow.  Laura passed out the treats.  Their neighbors dog, Hudson sported a HOT DOG costume.

 

At 6:30 I got in the car for the 15 mile drive to Mark and Erika’s to photograph my four grandkids. It was dark and rainy by the time I arrived.  Michael was inside the house taking a break….scary mask.  And then I found Maura the unicorn her friend, a deer and and tried to capture them Trick or Treating.  No flash to be had.  Anna was at swimming practice and didn’t get home until after 8.  Jack was a soldier and all the kids gave me their Almond Joys cause they aren’t keen on them and they know I like them!

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