Sunday, November 23, 2014

Thanksgiving Early

The weather, cooler, very blustery, and drizzled fog. Inside, we are enjoying our memory of a lovely Early Thanksgiving. We celebrated today because my son always goes to his father's side of the family on Thursday. Last year and this he has to work on Black Friday, so I opted to claim today instead of next Sunday when it seems everyone is pretty full of turkey! Loved it.
The following picture is true. I kept true to my convictions with a Harvest mantel while pushing upward with the Christmas festivities...... Kind of like the big malls who stock their Valentine candy before Santa has his milk and cookies.

May you cherish a lovely Thanksgiving... I'm thankful for my dear family, friends, @@@ loved ones, and blogland friends...

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


I'm indirectly involved in a gigantic project reveal!

So... What do you think these photos might be? Details coming right away... In the meantime, you are free to guess...


Saturday, November 15, 2014

To the Turning...

I have been a passenger on the fast train through life the past few weeks...months... .? Years? Perhaps always. My son's boss believes in crushing life, as he calls it... Jumping in and doing that next thing. Going everywhere, seizing one day after another. He's a really cool guy. He is also on the fast train. A different one with a himself as cruise director!

But mine is different. I think half the time or more I'm snoozing at the observation deck window, face pressed against cold glass... Trying to recall the landscapes I've seen, dreaming about future glorious 
sights, No doubt missing what's there outside the crystal glass of now... 

I'm happy to report Mama is a little better. This was a vicious cold or virus, and she has really been feeling rotten. But think her cough is less, and she feels somewhat perkier.

I feel restless and lazy simultaneously... Those two forces usually don't.... Or shouldn't collide, but when they do descend like this, it's hard to do anything except make huge messes... Restless: I tear into a closet or stack the dining room table full of holiday decor... Lazy: I drag a cozy fur throw over my shoulders, pour another cup of pumpkin coffee, and lose the rest of the day... Not a pretty combination... ( or a popular one).

Good to consider... Looking forward to a nice family lunch tomorrow----- Shrimp Scampi and cocoanut Shrimp. Tossed garden green salad with pear slices, toasted pecans, and dried cranberries. Steamed cauliflower steaks with Paleo cream sauce. Bacon and broccoli roast...

We had major flurries today. Not really the two to three inches they forecast, but dreary, blustery, whitened skies and blasts of snow and sleet against the windows. I loved it. Mama did not.
Have a lovely week. Send good thoughts, if you will, to a dear friend of mine, who could use a prayer...

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Frost Moon... Musing with the Moonbeams

So, my friend Tessa From HERE THERE BE MUSING told me this was the frost moon... I love the names given to each full moon! They are just that personal to me. The time change sees me getting up at five... I was a six o'clock riser for several years now, and retirement really hasn't added a lot of snooze in time... Unless you count a nap in the smack middle of the day! However, I was clambering out of bed when I looked out the window at that huge setting moon! "Hello, Beautiful!" I nearly screamed it. I certainly told the moon hello right out loud! I tried to call my son, but his wavelength wasn't hearing the phone right then. So I grabbed a picture through my window and sent a text!


In about four minutes the clouds actually skittered over the surface, and the day was pretty cloudy off and on. Mama has been fighting a cold she must have gathered as a Trick or Treat. It's better, I think. She has grown tired of my ever-constant perscription of Vicks Vapor Rub. Oh, how I swear by that stuff... I apologize to my friends and family. I'm kind of an advocate to it just as my ninety-seven year old neighbor in Macon during the seventies was an advocate of 'kerosene' on everything. His old voice was cracked and hoarse, and his eyesight was failing. He put drops of kerosene in his eyes (!), and he brushed his teeth with a toothbrush soaked in it. Hmmm... My Sherlock tells me there could be some message to that, but he was a neat old man. He and I were a pair. I once called his son to come help. I had overheard lots of wild splashing through the old man's window to the bathroom. Then... Repeated screams and garbled sounds. Yep. That old bird was taking a bath and just singing his heart out.

His son didn't think too much of me really. The elderly neighbor used to walk to the corner and back with two canes every clear day. Sometimes he made his way to my porch for a doughnut. Yep. Diabetic, for sure. One day he came to me in tears. He swore to me his kids had changed his locks. He had me prove it because he insisted the key to his front door had a bread wrapper tie twisted around it.. Nope. No, sir. That key did not fit. I was pretty mad at those kids. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. My daddy had shown me how to take a door off at the hinges. I proceeded to assist that old neighbor by removing his screen door and his heavy back door. I recall another neighbor stopping to inform me that I must be nuts. But dear, elderly, God rest his soul, Mr. Neighbor... He though I was a hero! That's until at the last possible moment he shoved a skinny fist deeper in his old coat pocket. "Oh, nooooo. Lookee here!" Yep. There was yet another key with a bread wrapper twistie tie... Now, my daddy had not yet educated me in the process to rehang that door, and the neighbor was still not having any part of it, so I again called that son.

His son didn't think too much of me really. No good reason that I can think of. Do you think?

I'm going to regroup my thoughts this cold, frost moon. It was more than fun to remember that olden neighbor back when I was in my twenties... Every time I "fanatic" obsess about Vicks and get those looks, I remember him... Although I do not wrap twisty ties around keys or sip kerosene... Or sing in the tub.

Tonight's moonrise was brief and spectacular. I have a little pinchy-nerve issue with my lower back, so I didn't get to go outside to take the pictures of my dreams. Just snapped this one from Mom's kitchen. That headlight-looking-beautiful-thing Through the window is the moon. She was there for long enough that I texted my son and phoned a fellow moon lover to go look, go look! .... Then clouds covered that silvery-beautiful face once more.


Sunday, November 2, 2014

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Will I Ever Learn?

Do you measure? I mean, when you decide to purchase something, move furniture, relocate pictures, transfer china... If you see a purse that's beautiful on eBay, do you notice it's a bag for Barbie? Have you ever planned to serve green peas in a Johnson Brothers Strawberry Faire bowl only to unwrap a butter plate? Well. I don't. I have often decided to measure, to grow up and fly right... But if you saw this pretty chair and ottoman at an awesome price for sale by a dear friend..
...wouldn't you think it might be the perfect cozy chair in your bedroom corner? It's a fabric I adore.Dark floral... I had two lovely rockers like this... It's that ottoman/cozy chair style I love. My
son and I once scored a set of two of these when he was a teen... Such happy times watching movie marathons, snoozing all weekend...
But... It's kind of like that joke, "Which is bigger? Mrs. Bigger? Or Mrs. Bigger's baby?" Of course, a mom is larger, right? Um, no. The baby is just a little Bigger.... Hahahahaha! That chair requires a re-do of my room, at the very least. My son manhandled it home, in, and to the spot I reserved. Nope. Not on a bet.
However, I will pull a Minnie Samantha... My gramma could find a way to stash a fold-out couch in a phone booth. I've seen her shuffle furniture and fit in yet another china cabinet, table, plate rack, recliner, or framed picture... I WILL find a way to fit this chair in my room! It looks amazingly comfy...
For now, just enjoy what's left of the beauty of fall. I took these pretty tree pictures at my son's
doctor's office. He had three visits one week apart to fight off a really persistent virus. Happy to report my son is much better! Love the show of color. Little. Great! Gorgeous! My sister/cousin tells me the leaves fell off yesterday! Sad face.

Enjoy your Halloween week!

*update.  It's 1:35 a.m., and I finally wiggled the big chair in... Not cleaned up yet. Wishing for a big dumpster. I can't get to the light, the bathroom, or the bed... Chair is comfy,..... but only ...with some pillows. I am suffering buyer's remorse...  Mom will hate it. I solemnly promise not to buy anything larger than my space again! I need a good fairy....

Sunday, October 19, 2014


Its hollow eyed magic follows me, October's muse, so very beautiful. Each year I think the Autumn gets more beautiful than the one before. Slanted sunbeams, chilled nights, frost breathing down our necks in forecasts yet to come. I sometimes think I'm dreaming through the year when I imagine the beauty that is fall. Surely one season cannot outdo all the rest in spectacular climate, color, aura, and
magic? Oh, but it does... I love wintry sparkle, spring's welcome green, summer's abundance... But
I'm enchanted when the leaves turn, dance on the wind, and mound up in the yard. The dawns and
twilights intensify, leaving me in total wonder.

The house is filled with little bits of harvest finery. I confess I began in late August, so Mom is really beginning to tire of my golds, coppers, pumpkins and leaves. Decorations take up a lot of space in our home. I kind of know I have too many, but... It's just something I enjoy. 

We've had so much rain lately..  Just day after day of heavy, ropy rain, chilled and grey. You must know me by now, so the idea of loving that kind of a day is not foreign to you. It's so very different not to get up every day and go out into the elements as I head in to teach..  I feel as if I need to cling to the seasons even more because these kinds of mornings and late afternoons can easily slip by as I work indoors more and more.

My son scored a big box of pumpkin Keurig coffee and not one, not two, but three big bottles of Pumpkin creamer! Each morning I slip upstairs and have a Halloween cup full of my own particular witch's brew...

This incredible photo of my grandfather's barn was captured on my way to school a few years ago. It made me late and drew disfavor from an unkind woman supervisor, but I do not regret the few moments it took to record the halo of dawn cresting behind that old, dear, dilapidated building. If I won the lottery, I would give half to my son and fix up that barn to its former dignity with the other half.... Hoping to have more than enough! But, as they say, you can't win if you don't play! So I'm not going to win any lotteries. 

What beauties lie in your particular parts of the world? I wish you a good week with time to stop and enjoy the magic.

Happy Fall! 
Whimsy and Hugs!

Happy Sunday!  Enjoy each other! 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Life Art...

Met a new artist online... Heather A. Stillufsen

Love her work...

All positive thoughts for a good tomorrow!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Magic in a Cup...

The day --- kind of grey, chilled... Calling my name to cozy in and find my own sunshine inside. Suddenly, "Knock. Knock," my sister/cousin arrived bearing gifts, bearing potpourri, bringing a little pink bag filled with magical tea. What? Magical tea?  Is there such a thing?

Well, yes.  Yes, there is such a thing. My sister/cousin's granddaughter had given her some flowering, art tea. We had to get a clear container.  Um...  one that holds boiling water?  Unfortunately, the only thing I had was our measuring cup...  It worked!

We put on the red tea kettle.  ****Whistle. Whistle. **** It was time...  Before our very eyes this tea began to dance among the steamy drops of rain...  Becoming more than the original ball, becoming a plant, then Voila! Becoming a lovely lily-like flower. It was amazing.  So much fun.

A little honey in the bottom of our cups, some delicious Danish...  and the three of us, Mom, Sister/Cousin, and I... we transcended time and place to a lovely Oriental tea house. We could see the lovely women, in far-away China, sitting there stitching together little strands of green tea, hibiscus flower, and jasmine... Could she have imagined our happiness to witness this little miracle?  Blessings to her...

Yep. Magic in a cup.

Whimsy and Hugs!