Sunday, March 24, 2013

No Words. Just Flowers.

No words.

Just flowers.

Please come soon, Spring. We have missed you so.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Red, Red Fungi

I came around the corner a few mornings ago and the living room was awash in pink.

Awash in pink. I like that turn of expression.

Turn of expression. I like that one, too.

Er, sorry. I digress.


The morning sky was simply glorious. A beautiful way to start my day.
Found these on a piece of wood.

These little fun-guys look like a bunch of tiny people standing around in groups.

Angry little people, with their red, red faces.
One little fun-guy, standing by himself.

I think he's been shunned.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

A Bit O' The Green

I was at loose ends one afternoon this week so I wandered around the yard looking for green. You know, since it was coming up on St. Patrick's day and all.

Boy, did I find a lot of green.

Including some green glass that was just inches away from J's front tire.

I saved him from a whole packet of trouble, I tell you.
I am always amazed at the number of greens you find during spring. The spectrum runs all the way from light yellow greens to dark blue greens and everything in between.

I found lots of moss. And fungi. Lots of fungi. I found some tulips and some daffodils and some crocuses starting to come out. 

And paint.

I found some paint that must have been left over from a craft project. Paint that somehow wound up on the patio stones. I vaguely remember the Man being a mite bit unhappy about that. But I blocked it out.

Tra la la....I can't hear you.

See how easy it is to block things out?
Sissy and the girls came over for our annual corned beef and cabbage dinner. And they brought a friend with them who ate a little too much corned beef. I do not think she will be invited back next year. There are not a lot of leftovers.

And I am blaming the eight year old guest.

The Man's sissy, B, was here for a visit so she joined us for dinner. She came to take Mom away for a couple weeks. She promised to bring her back. We almost made her pinky swear.

The house is too quiet with Mom gone. And Jack misses her something fierce. He wanders around, circling by her room, lying down outside her door with a big sigh and a harrumph.


I made the Irish Chocolate Mint Squares again. 

Wow. Whee. Are they delicious.

If you'd like to try them, I've linked them under "Recipes".



Thursday, March 14, 2013

The Eyes Have It

Just a few shots I took of my niece this weekend.

K gets weary of being in front of the camera so I have to give her a break every now and again. I'm glad MR was around. She is patient with me and sits pretty for the camera. 


Thoughtful eyes.

Compelling eyes.

Simply gorgeous.


"The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides." ~ Audrey Hepburn

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Every Day Life

Pink sky. Pretty sky.

Fluffy cotton candy sky.
It's March.

Time for fresh flowers.


Where do all the daisies go?
I know, I know!
Underneath the snow they creep,
Nod their little heads and sleep;
In the spring-time out they peep:
That is where they go.
~ Isabella F. Bellows, from The Nursery Stories
An afternoon nap for the old man.

Love this dog.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Crack! Smash! Kapow!

Once upon a time there was a Man and a blogger who had to get a new bed.

Their son, who shall remain nameless, thought it would be very fun to take a diving leap onto their bed to see how much he would bounce.


Not much bounce.

Uh-oh. Bed slat is broken. The Man has to fix it.

Unhappy Man. Kind of repentant son. Cranky blogger.


Now it came to pass that the mattress started to sag. Badly. And that is when they looked at the box spring and discovered it was BROKEN. As in, cracked-into-many-splintered-pieces broken. Up to that point, they thought the boy had only broken a bed slat.

Very unhappy Man. Son in total denial. Very cranky blogger.

Time to go buy a new mattress set. Might as well get a bed too.


So off they went to a very large store that stocks Scandinavian style furniture. A favorite of the blogger woman. The Man found a platform bed that he liked so they went off in search of all the boxes they would need to buy. 

Of course they were not where they should be. They were several bins away. Which made the Man a bit cranky. Blogger woman and their daughter had to come to the rescue and find all the boxes. While the Man got in line to pay for their purchase, the blogger decided to go to the food market and buy some yummy sparkling juice to take home.

She meandered around the market, picking up this and that, and before she knew it, she had more than half a dozen glass bottles in her arms. Seeing no one at the cash register in the market, she made her way to the food service line to pay for her purchases. Since it was near lunch time, the line was fairly long and she had to wait and wait and wait. By the time the blogger got to the register, there was a substantial line behind her. 

She was trying to be a good customer and nice co-shopper and bag her own purchases. So after the cashier rang up the two bottles of yummy sparkling juice, the blogger took them and put them in the recyclable bag she had. 

Not realizing that the edge of the bag was not supported by the very narrow counter. At all.


Two broken bottles on the floor. Yummy sparkling juice everywhere. Very apologetic blogger. And very nice cashier, who assured the blogger this happens all. the. time. 


Fast forward a few days and blogger is out with her sissy. Shopping in the local thrift shop.

Ooh. Look at the glass in the way back!

Arm reaches in, glass in front falls off shelf and....


Broken glass on floor. All eyes on blogger. Blogger apologizes to yet another cashier and wanders off. 

Time to go look at plastic things.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Good Photographs

"In Camera Lucida, his magisterial rumination on photography, Roland Barthes developed the notion of the "punctum." The punctum, Barthes wrote, is the aspect of a photographic image that "pricks" or touches us, stops us short or jolts us. The punctum can be may things, but it is always the point of the image, whether or not intended by its maker. It can be as ineffable as a sigh or as blatant as a mountain. It is that elusive something that one might define by saying, "I know it when I see it." The intelligent photographer will always recognize and honor it, even if, as most frequently happens, it just drops into the picture. 

The punctum is related, or at least not unrelated, to James Joyce's idea of the epiphany, that sudden "revelation of the whatness of a thing, the moment in which the soul of the commonest object...seems to us radiant." We might say therefore, that it is related closely to the soul of the image..."

~ Gerry Badger, The Pleasures of Good Photographs



So few photographs have that something that draws you back, over and over. Whether it's the color combination of a subject, or a repeating pattern, or a composition, it is magnetic and enticing and alluring. As a photographer, I love that moment when I look at a picture I just shot and know that it is the one.


If you like photography, this was a great read.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Mouse Drama

The Man's momma made this for me a {very} long time ago.

It is just a small square quilt, used mainly as a table runner. Even though it is not quite a table runner.

It is a table square.

I hope it is not having an identity crisis.


As the Man and I were cleaning out the basement, I was going through some plastic tote boxes and found it tucked into one of them. 

Just in time for Valentine's day, I thought. Until I looked at it more carefully and noticed that one of the center squares was chewed up. By a mouse.

A batting-chewing, fabric-slewing mouse.

Hmmm, he better be out of my house, that mouse.


I brought it up to Mom and she said she could fix it.

Didn't she do a fabulous job? 

Chewed up square gone, new square on.

Good momma, smart momma, getting rid of mouse drama.