A Garden Sanctuary
I love little surprises in the garden. This small raku-fired reliquary box by artist Jenny Patton was a gift to me from H. The symbols represent Saint Milburga, patron saint of birds. It hangs in my Secret Garden… a fitting place.
Frightening Fashion Fridays: Incognito
Except for that seriously fussy face, I think I’m one stylin’ chick in those glasses. My cousin V seems less than impressed.
Name That Root
H is the perfect husband to cook for… he’s not a picky eater and is always happy with whatever I make, which gives me a lot of freedom to experiment. He does, however, like to know what he’s eating, especially when it comes to vegetables and fruits. Tonight was all about roasted root vegetables. I’m happy to say that, when presented with the tray of goodness shown above, H identified all five components without missing a beat. Next up: tropical fruits.
Eye to Eye
Thought I’d share a little nature with you today.
Frightening Fashion Fridays: Curly Top
When I was young, my mother made a decision that affected me for the rest of my life: she cut my hair very short, with the understanding that I could grow it out when I was able to take care of it myself. She hated brushing out the tangles and listening to me fuss. Traumatic as Mom’s decision might have been, I could see her point.
I’ve kept it short ever since, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried to add some interest with various styles, cuts, colors… and perms. I think these tight curls are a very questionable choice. (The large plaid bow doesn’t help.)
Perfection
Each year, at her husband’s request, my sister S makes a yellow cake with caramel frosting for his birthday. The icing recipe was handed down to her from her mother-in-law. I don’t think the general directions are particularly difficult to execute, but there are so many variables (including the weather), that the family is always anxious about the outcome. There have been years when the icing was too soft and flowed right off the cake… or so thick that it lay in chunks across the surface… or, in some instances, hard enough to simply be served in a bowl next to a naked cake. This year, however, for her husband’s 50th birthday, S created a masterpiece.
The Great Outdoors
H and I visited the Chattahoochee Nature Center this weekend… one of my favorite places around for breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the sunshine, and fostering a new perspective.
Frightening Fashion Fridays: Headwear
Mom never really purchased things just for the sake of buying… which can only mean that this charming hat belonged in someone’s actual wardrobe. I hope it wasn’t mine.
A Colorful Sign
Each year at this time the camellia bushes by our kitchen window begin to bloom, and I never fail to take pictures of their hot pink flowers. Their faithful arrival during this cold and sometimes gray winter season reminds me that we’re halfway to spring.
Critter? What Critter?
There is a funky odor in our kitchen that leads us to believe that a small creature has met its demise somewhere in the back recesses of our walls (a place that we cannot reach or see). But thanks to this delicious Camembert cheese that H’s brother recently brought over as a gift from the Old Country, it really doesn’t matter anymore, as the smell has been masked. Thanks, Brother D.
Tree Fishing 