Saturday, May 31, 2014

This close

We are this close to seeing our latest home improvement project completed! The anticipation is always so exiting!

We began the home office project back in February. Although its a very small room, it was a huge project because its an old house and as anyone can tell you, any project in an old house is never simple. There is not a level surface out there and thee walls are crooked and the ceiling is dropping, etc, etc - it has been one thing after another. That combined with the lack of free time to do the work makes for a long project.

Well the painting i nearly done and this weekend I hope to be loading most of the stuff back into thee space. I think within the next week it will be done. I can hardly wait to be able to leave the french doors opened and just enjoy the fruits of our (mostly his) labors. What a special moment.

It's very true that the battles that are the hardest won are the most satisfying for sure.

Friday, May 30, 2014


We spent Wednesday in New York City, which is a rarity for us. We get in once a year at most - often going more than a year between visits. It was a reminder of the things I love about the city.

We were able to make an appointment at a shop where I was fitted for undergarments. I've never had that privilege in my entire life and was surprised to learn I've been wearing the wrong size all these years. What a treat to be able to do that, ad then to buy the thing that fit properly. We could ever do that out here!

We saw a show - a wonderful play in a fabulous theater - another treat that can only be experienced in Manhattan. We ate a two great restaurants, shopped at Bloomingdales, and rode the tram to Roosevelt Island. It was a great day and I always leave wishing we lived just a little closer so it would be easier to get in and out ore easily (and cheaply!).

But the biggest insight was this: the thing I love the most about New York City is the same thing that I hate about it: the anonymity.  No one knows me, no one cares about me. I can do anything I like and no one will even notice. Coming from a small town where everybody knows your life story is quite a different experience. And isn't that a wonderful/terrible thing?

Thursday, May 29, 2014


My beautiful purple iris were a bit disappointing this year. There didn't seem to be as many blossoms as usual, and I missed them. The lilacs were just beginning to disappear last week when the first iris blossoms and I was looking forward to the color scheme continuing for another week in the garden. The spring blossoms never last long so one needs to enjoy them fully while they're here. In this case there was just over a week with the lilacs and the iris will be the same. The azaleas are just beginning to pop and they'll be here for a short time as well.

Spring blossoms are like life - too short here and in need of attention.. If we don't savor them while we can we'll is the show.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Memorial Day past

I have to say Memorial Day was picture perfect this year. The weather was perfect: sunny and warm. The parade was predictable and solemn: a small town at its best. And the family gathered for a picnic at noon: the best way to celebrate any holiday.

I think Memorial Day is about as perfect a holiday as there is. We spend the morning remembering the reason for the day, saluting those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. And then we spend the afternoon enjoying the beginning of the season with the people we love. And life is a small town is celebrated most beautifully on days like that. The tourists are forgotten - they're busy going to the beach or having a leisurely breakfast somewhere. At least we aren't aware of them. The faces lining the parade route and gathering at the mill are well known to us. We say hello to friends and nod at those we know are part of us but don't quite know the names of. And we walk back to our house knowing why we live here.

Yes-it was really a wonderful Memorial Day this year.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014


As I thought about Memorial Day and the people who have given so much for this country over the years my thoughts turned to the television show "Turn" that we've been enjoying so much on the AMC channel. Its the story of the Culper spy ring that was right here on Long Island back in the Revolutionary War, apparently the very first spy ring in American history.

I've known about this group of patriots for many years because one of my own ancestors was part of it, a woman by the same of Anna Strong. That fascinated me for several reasons, not only because she was one of my own family members, but because she was a woman. We so rarely hear about the women who were so important to history!

I've always known that women were the backbone of the country because without them home taking care of the farms and businesses our forefathers could not possibly have spent all their time in Philadelphia working on the Declaration of Independence, or fighting in a war with the British. But we are never taught about those women when we study history. We're told about the men who were there - the Nathan Hales and the George Washingtons. But as we all know if there are children and homes involved, it took more than a famous man to keep things running.

So - this television show is shining a light on the bravery of one particular woman - a woman who would never be part of a charging army or planning an attack in a tent with other generals. But a hero nonetheless who risked her life to make a difference and helped with the war for independence. Now that's a story!

Monday, May 26, 2014

Memorial Day

Let us never forget those who have served and paid the ultimate price. May we never take that sacrifice for granted. This is a country paid for by them - a debt that can only be paid by our making the most of it. God bless them all and God bless America.

Sunday, May 25, 2014


This weekend was full of parties and celebrations and I'm already feeling the stress of this crazy time here in East Hampton. It is making me look forward to my daughter's arrival with her family in a few weeks, when they come for their extended stay. When they're here I have a built-in excuse for not attending any particular event because my first priority is being with them. I love that! (Both the "being with them" part and the excuse part! LOL)

Tomorrow is Memorial Day and its a somber day for us. We attend the parade and ceremony at the mill - always have and always will. From the time I was a baby we walked up that hill to watch in honor of those who have served and to me it wouldn't be Memorial Day without that. And then, also according to tradition, we'll walk back to the house where the family will have burgers and potato salad to commemorate the holiday with some family time. The weather report is great, which is always important, and the kids will be able to play in the yard. Being out on the deck is a gift when you have a large family!

It's nice to be at the start of the summer season - it goes all too quickly and as with life, is soon over. So this is a good weekend indeed.

Saturday, May 24, 2014


People keep talking about "the season" out here on the East End and I wonder if that means different things to different people. I'm sure it does, actually.

To any who come here for the summer it means the time they spend here, their vacation so to speak. To others it simply refers to the "social" scene when parties take up every weekend and you have a hard time functioning without a few cute linen outfits to have cocktails in.

To some of us it means the hiding time. It means the time we prefer to entertain at home rather than venture out to try and find a table at a restaurant anywhere, and heaven forbid we need to be on the roads between 7 and 9 in the morning or after 2 in the afternoon. And lets not even talk about Fridays and Sundays.

For our local farmers "the season" is their busy time and that surely is the purest sense of the word. Years ago, before we were so inundated with tourists and second home owners here on the East End, "the season" was only about planting and harvesting. We've certainly come a long way from that since I was a girl. Sad but true, "the season" has very little to do with farming anymore out here.

Whatever the perception is, we know that its started now. God help us all!

Friday, May 23, 2014

The City

We're planning a trip in the NYC next week to see a show and it makes me laugh every time I think about going in to "the city". I'm sure in other areas they use that term to refer to going to their closest city, from Cleveland to Memphis, but I doubt anywhere else they mean it the way we do. Because when we refer to NYC as "the city" its because we believe it to be the only real city in the world.

There's a reason they refer to it as "Gotham". Its huge, its busy, and its like no other place anywhere - with the possible exception of Hong Kong. I've been to some other cities and they seem more like big towns to me. When I think of the city I imagine a place that is overwhelming in its scope and so foreign to me I have to plan a visit like a trip to Europe. I've already checked a mp to plot out our strategy ("we can walk to this place) and steeled myself for leaving my comfortable little cocoon here. I never feel more insignificant and unimportant than when I'm in Manhattan.

There are times I wished I lived just a little closer to the big bad city - because there are so many things there I'd love to see in terms of culture and art. But going in from here means two hours on the road just to get to where we're going. The Jitney helps - but its not cheap. So....we are heading in for our bi-annual visit. And it will have to do.

Thursday, May 22, 2014


Yesterday I wrote about the noise that has become part of our summers here in the village and I will tell you that something very attractive to me is the idea of having a cabin on a lake somewhere in the woods upstate New York or in New England. What could be better than a quiet sspot on the water with a screened in porch where we could sit on a glider and listen to the peepers at night? Or a private dock with a small motor boat for gliding out into the lake or exploring the surrounding trails and foliage? And, best of all, the quiet peace of the sounds of nature.

Here I'm lucky if I can hear myself think!

Wednesday, May 21, 2014


I can tell you what my least favorite part of this season is. Noise.

I was at my bathroom sink yesterday brushing my teeth at 6:30 in the morning and there it was: the noises of the summer! It was a motorcycle flying by the front of my house having turned onto my street at the light and gearing up to speed as he went. It was obnoxious. And that's only one of the many noises we contend with here in the village. I'm not sure those who live in the more secluded areas of the village have any idea what the noise level is here, but I seem to live at the crossroads of the town. Who knew when we bought this house over 30 years ago that some day every person going to and from Springs would cross our path?

We are bombarded with noise here. Every police car, ambulance, and fire truck seems to go by our house with sirens blaring. When the light backs up traffic we have to listen to whatever every obnoxious person listens to on their radio when they have the volume turned up so high the house shakes from the bass noise. The trains are of course more plentiful in the summer, but then they were here when we moved in so I can't complain about that. But the heavy traffic that has become the norm in the summer these days is totally oppressive.

Last summer for the very first time in my entire life I thought about moving from this house and finding a nice little place in a quieter neighborhood. I yearn to live on a street here in the village that is not a major thoroughfare, like Maidstone Avenue, or Sunset Lane. If I had all the money in the world I'd love to live on one of the streets off  Huntting Lane or Further Lane.

The woods is also looking more and more attractive lately...

Tuesday, May 20, 2014


Spring is certainly here now and we've had some beautiful days right in a row to enjoy it. Lots of sun and comfortable temperatures make for perfect weather in my book I enjoy the cool nights and the comfortable days and lots of sun. The sun has a real healing quality about it. As much as we need to wind and the rain for various reasons, the sun makes us feel good.

There are showers predicted for this week - possible showers for a number of days - but hopefully they will be few and far between and we'll see plenty of sun as well. With the holiday weekend coming I know everyone wants to be outside and enjoying it. Our last weekend was so nice, sitting on the deck with the family watching the kids play out in the yard. The best of life for sure.

Its en a long time coming, these sunny days, and its clear that everyone is happy to see them.

Monday, May 19, 2014


Writing yesterday about the song "What a Wonderful World" reminded me of an interesting fact about that piece that I discovered when I was preparing it to sing for a special occasion last year. I wanted to learn a bit about when it was written and who the author was so I went to the internet (what a wonderful world indeed!) and learned some interesting facts about it.

The most amazing thing to me was that  it was written during the late 1960s, one of the most turbulent and disturbing times in our country's history. We were involved in Vietnam Nam, there were photos of children suffering from the effects of napalm attacks and coffins being unloaded from military planes on the front pages of the newspapers regularly, college students were holding protests, there was rioting in the streets - well anyone who lived throughout those years remember it well. And here in the midst of that era, when the airwaves were filled with songs of protest and anger, a man writes lyrics like "...and I say to myself....what a wonderful world". Rather incredible right?

Not surprisingly it was not a big hit in this country. But in England it was huge.

Twenty years later, the amazing Louis Armstrong recorded it and then, suddenly, this country was ready to be reminded that green trees, red roses, and babies really are all parts of the whole that truly do make up a wonderful world.

Some stories are just too good not to share.

Sunday, May 18, 2014


My very first blog post was written in August of 2008. That means I've been writing them now for  almost six years. Which blows my mind a bit because that's over 2000 posts. No wonder I have writers block occasionally!

As I write this, the sun is coming up on yet another beautiful spring day and I think my favorite entries have been the one about the beauty all around me. I love taking the time to notice everything as I walk through life and its easy for me to see the uniqueness of this place I call home. I love re-reading posts about the swans, the sunsets, the snowfalls - all the wonderful things that are available to us every single day of our lives here on the big blue marble. It takes no money at all to enjoy a full moon or a brand new snow. But we tend to forget about the "extraordinariness: of the ordinary, don't we?

I don't want to be guilty of that. I want to see what's right in front of my eyes and not forget for a minute what a special place the world is.

That all reminds me of one of my favorite songs, sung most famously by Louis Armstrong but covered by many artists over the years. It goes like this:

    I see trees of green, red roses too, I see the bloom for me and for you
    And  say to myself  "What a wonderful world"
    I see skies of blue and clouds of white - the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
    And I say to myself  "What a wonderful world"
    The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky, are also on the faces of people walking by
    I see friends greeting friends saying "How do you do?"
    They're really saying "I love you!"
    I see babies cry - I watch them grow - They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
    And I say to myself "What a wonderful world"

Indeed. What a wonderful world.

Saturday, May 17, 2014


Saturday used to be  day for getting things done around my house. We worked from the minute we got out of bed until we got back into it and we cleaned the house and did projects and generally accomplished a lot.

Lately it seems that there are two problems. One is that I find myself with too man meetings on Saturdays. I seem to have gotten myself on too many boards that meet on Saturday mornings and take up too much of the day. The other is that we get tired more easily. I know we never work more than a few hours before we're ready to pack it in for the day. I barely get the house cleaned no less paint a room or plant flowers. Is this what old age is like?

I dread the day I can no longer get my things done on Saturdays.
But then again, I guess it is the result of living a long life. And that's not such a bad thing...

Friday, May 16, 2014


This is the last one. The final weekend before "the season" officially begins. Is it possible? Another year has come and gone and here we are looking at another busy summer.

I plan to enjoy this weekend. I know it will be a busy one, but I have had a particularly busy week so I need some down time. I will sleep in a little later, more a little more slowly, and savor the moments a bit more fully. Because I need that. We all do.

Thursday, May 15, 2014


It's back, of course. Not only has the traffic been building these past few weeks but they are in the process of  paving the roads so it is totally exacerbated every day as cars crawl along Montauk Highway trying to go east or west ever day.

I have begun the process of mentally changing the way I approach my forays into the automotive world. I steel myself for the aggressive, frantic driving that we see not only on weekends but throughout the weeks now that May has arrived.

Of course this is really nothing. If May is this bad what is July going to hold for us?

I honestly can barely stand to imagine it. I really need a summer place in the mountains.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


Watching Barbara Walters being honored in all sorts of ways this week as she prepares to retire from television (at least in front of the camera) has made me proud to wear the same name. I wasn't fond of the name growing up but somehow the famous "Barbaras" have helped me learn to appreciate it. Between Barbra Steisand, Barbara Walters, and Barbara Bush, I think I'm in pretty good company.

Barbara Walters is one classy lady. She is always dressed appropriately, always carries herself with grace, and always is the consummate professional.. I would think any woman would be more than happy to be in the same room with, be discussed in the same conversation with her, just be associated with her in any way. She is one of those special people who grace the world with their presence for many years and when they're gone they are irreplaceable.

We will miss you Barbara!

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


I feel as though I am still catching up from my week away and hardly know what day it is anymore. Is this yet anther sign of advancing age? It seems as though every time turn around there is a reminder for me, from the aches and pains that come and go to the forgotten appointments and lost items. It seems as though the years fly by without too much difficulty and suddenly here we are, looking to be called "elderly" any minute now.

I remember when I was a brand new EMT and was taking a class on "the elderly" and their special needs. I delighted in mentioning to my mother thee next day that at her age she was officially termed "elderly" in the medical world. She was none to happy to hear it and now twenty years later I know why since I'm about the same age she was at the time. Who wants to be considered "elderly" in a society where the oldest among us are marginalized at best.

I have been thinking a lot lately about how nice it would be to retire to Japan where the revere their oldest citizens. What a nice idea!

Monday, May 12, 2014


Last week we had a very special experience. For the past 4 years we've been invited to attend "Grandparents' Day" at the school in Pennsylvania where my grandchildren attend. We've ever been able to get it into our schedules before since it means a trip of more than a couple days in the middle of the week. But this year we did and I'm so glad.

First there was a "welcome" in the gym/auditorium. The band played, the kindergartners sang, my eldest granddaughter recited a dramatic poem, and the two younger grands did signing to "What a Wonderful World". Watching their little faces was priceless.

When the general meeting was over we took turns visiting their classrooms, learning about what they're learning and doing projects with them. Then we all had lunch together, ours provided by the school, and when we were done they returned to their classrooms and we left.

I drove away with such mixed emotions. I knew how special it was to have had that experience and I felt blessed to know it was a gift in this, my fifth year since the cancer diagnosis. How lucky am I to have been there? These children lost their grandfather on the other side only last November, so we all know how precious our times together are.

And yet today, on what would have been my dear friend's 61st birthday, it is bittersweet to know that she will never again attend such a special event and her grandchildren will barely remember her, the oldest being only 5. And again, life proves to be a roller coaster of feelings. But mostly, gratitude...

Sunday, May 11, 2014


Today is Mother's Day and I take this space to honor my own right now. She's been gone from my life for seven years, but not in my heart. My heart will always belong to her - the first love of my life. Happy Mother's Day Mom. I miss you so much! I still strive to reach the standard you set as a mom. You were the best.

Saturday, May 10, 2014


Today is the birthday off my youngest child and it always lands on or around Mother's Day. Which makes me think so much about being a mother and what it meant to have four children.

Each child was and is so different that motherhood was a constant puzzle for me. Just when I thought I had it down, another child came along and broke all the rules I thought I had learned. What worked with one never worked with the next. What became a pattern with one was never even close to one with the next. By the time the fourth one arrived I knew I was in way over my head and totally gave up tying to figure it all out. I began to rely more on instinct and less on the "experts". I took the advice of others with a grain of salt, realizing that I may be able to discern a bit of truth from their experiences but knowing how unique and special each child and each relationship was and being fully aware that their wisdom may work...but may not.

Mostly this youngest child taught me what all of them did but I didn't fully appreciate it until he was here: each child is a special gift in that they bring us things we don't even know we need. Thank goodness for that!

Clean up

Today is yard clean-up day at our house. We have much to do to get things into shape, from throwing out the odds and ends of broken toys and the sticks that have fallen from the trees during the winter of storms here. There is furniture to clean and put out and perhaps some new pieces to buy.

Our family is growing and the grandchildren are getting too big for the child-sized picnic table that has served us well for awhile now. We need to go shopping for something larger and more serviceable for the longer legs and growing appetites of the pre-teens and tweens. Soon we'll have twenty adult-sized people to accommodate on our deck, not to mention the friends they will no doubt be bringing along with them for visits.

My mother's house was always the gathering place for the family and I want mine to be one too. So that means a clean and safe yard for the littles and plenty of seating for the big ones. Summer is coming and its time to get ready...

Friday, May 9, 2014


Heading home today and the same bittersweet feelings always come. I hate leaving these loved ones behind. I love getting back to the ones at home, and of course to my own bed and bathroom, my own comfortable space.

Age makes us so much more confined to our routines We like our "normalcy" and we value the everyday pleasures of our homes and our belongings. We like things to be predictable.

That's not to say we can't bend. We often have no choice but to change our routines, to move from our homes, to change the way we do things. And we adjust when we need to. But there is comfort in the way things are, in knowing that when we walk in our door, things will be as we left them, and our lived will be our own. It's easy to see why little old ladies refuse to sell their homes for major money so big highways or buildings can be built or neighbors can expand their space. And its easy to understand why its so difficult for the elderly to be taken from their familiar surroundings and moved to other places. I totally get it. After so many years of slowly creating the perfect place for us, with just the kind of furniture we like and the type of appliances we prefer, why would we not want to enjoy them for the rest of our lives? Besides, when we live in the same home for over 50 years, all our more precious memories are there. When we are young we make our memories. When we are old we enjoy them.

Home. I look forward t getting there...

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Prayer box

My daughter gave me a prayer box this week. Its like an altoid box but the top says "Prayer Box" and is nicely decorated. Inside the box is a small pad of paper and pen and the inside cover says "When your heart starts to worry and your mind just can't rest,  put your prayers down on paper and let God do the rest."

I am a worrier by nature. I worry way too much about everything and often lie awake at night with my mind swirling and and tormenting me as I try to solve problems. I always pray at those times and try to give my worries to God but still...I don't sleep. So I am fascinated by this concept.

Perhaps if I put this by my bed along with a small flashlight, the next time I can't sleep I will try the box out. I'm thinking if I write down my thoughts, even on these tiny sheets of paper - just enough of a notation to remind myself in the morning what I was thinking - it might just do the trick. I don't know, but I'm willing to try.

If this box works it will be the best gift ever.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014


I have come to appreciate the color beige.

I've been through many color phases in my life. When we were engaged and found a place to live when we came home from our honeymoon the first thing we did was paint all the rooms white. Everything was white.It was my minimalist phase.

Fr the past thirty years I've been through all thee colors on the color wheel. Every bedroom has been various shades of yellow, pink and blue and the main rooms have similarly been through a rainbow of shades.I grew to love color. I still do. I adore the brilliant reds and bright blues as well as the soft greens and golds. But lately I've been especially drawn to all hues and shades of the beige and cream families. I love the charcoals and the siennas and I find myself drawn to those warm neutrals. I seem to prefer pulling my colors in with pillows, artwork, and other accessories. Who knew?

Interesting how our tastes and ideas change with our age. Some of it is fashion, I suppose, as we are all influenced by the "in" colors of the moment, from "earth tones" to pastels. This year's color is called "radiant orchid". it's somewhere between a raspberry and plum I guess. I can't see myself actually using it on a wall anytime soon, but I can imagine a few pretty throw pillows in it...

Tuesday, May 6, 2014


We always had a dog in our family growing up. There were three in my years in that house - all boxers - and more after I move out. And yet we are a "petless" family which I sometimes wonder about. Doesn't it usually follow that if you always had pets you always want them?

So this is something I've thought a lot about over the years. We have had pets, when the children were growing up. We had a dog for quite a few years, along with a number of birds. And my husband's childhood home always included a cat or two.And yet neither of us seems terribly interested in owning a pet.

So I've often wondered why this is. And I've come to the conclusion that I'm simply too lazy to deal with a pet. I don't want to have to go out in all kinds of weather to walk a dog, I don't want to have to clean up after anything else in my life, and I don't want to have to find a place to take an animal every time I decide to go visit my daughter for a few days.

Three of my children have dogs and I like them just fine. But I'm more than content not to take one home with me...

Monday, May 5, 2014


I arrived in Pennsylvania yesterday to spend the week at my daughter's home. It  was nice to find the cherry trees in full bloom and the beautiful lavender phlox spreading along her front walkway. I think we are about a week away from our own cherry trees bursting into bloom, although the weepers are coming out now. They are a bit ahead of us here.

The lawns are bright and green and it looks like spring for sure. Although it was a bit chilly when we arrived and I was surprised at that. Normally its warmer here. I fear I didn't pack well for this trip - I didn't include a single warm sweater or even a sweatshirt for that matter. I hope I don't live to regret that, but if I do there are plenty of shops around to help solve that problem.

I hate that I have to travel to see this child, along with the rest of her family. I want her to be close to me, where I can stop in to her house if I want to, or attend the grand kids special events when they come along. But at the same time I realize how lucky I am to have three children living near to me. It's not like they're interchangeable though. I miss this child!

I also know I'm lucky that she doesn't live in California, or someplace else that's more difficult to get to. So far we can easily make the drive. I dread the day we no longer can.

Life is full of such dichotomies. Sad and happy, grateful and resentful, human on all counts! For now at least I'm enjoying my time with this part of my family - and missing the rest of it! Sigh....

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Home Sweet Home

This week the Home Sweet Home Museum opened for the season with new coats of paint and a fresh face for the world to see. And all's right with the world.

The Home Sweet Home Museum is one of the constants in my life. When I was young a relative of ours was the curator there and we were able to visit often. It was a place of great curiosity for me, a peak into the lives of my ancestors and the things they used in their everyday lives. Now that I'm a member of the governing body here in East Hampton it is one of my duties to look after the place and be sure its being well taken care of. For those not from here, the Home Sweet Home Museum is a small 18th century saltbox house that was believed to be the place referred to in John Howard Payne's famous song "Home Sweet Home", although that isn't necessarily true. Nevertheless, it is a well-preserved piece of East Hampton history and a treasure to those of us who live here.

I think one of the reasons I most appreciate living here in East Hampton is that we appreciated and do our best to preserve our history, both through small artifacts and things as large as homes and other historic buildings. Walking through a museum like this one give us a great appreciation for the work our ancestors did to create this wonderful community.

And be it ever so humble, there truly is no place like home!

Saturday, May 3, 2014


It's amazing how living in the same spot for as many years as we have can create so many memories.

The other day I was looking out my front window and noticed the small tree beginning to bloom. It's a flowering crab apple and stands about 13-15 feet tall now. My mind went back to the day about twenty years ago when we were visiting relatives at their home and they invited us to take a shoot from theirs. We took this little tiny shoot, no more than 10 inches tall, and planted it in our front yard, thinking it may grow but probably wouldn't. And there it is.

I have similar trees in our yard here that are much larger but were also pulled from the ground at the same relative's home. At the time we had a house and a yard that were pretty crude and no money to put into landscaping. Those shoots were a gift and now an integral part of our property.

I remember transplanting our red Japanese maple tree because it was getting to be too large for the space it had been placed before we owned the house. I'm so glad we did that because its a wonderful part of our front yard now.

It seems as though even trees can hold special places in our hearts when they are part of the fabric of our lives. No wonder people have a hard time leaving their homes when they've spent years there. It's not the home that's hard to leave - its the memories...

Friday, May 2, 2014


Sleepless nights are the pits.

I really hate those nights when I don't fall off to sleep like I should. First there is the indecision that lasts for up to an hour. Should I just get up and go downstairs? Or should I continue to try to fall asleep? I calculate the time and how many hours I'll actually be able to sleep depending on when I need to get up. I wonder if I go downstairs will I send up losing more or less sleep?

At these times I wish I slept alone because then I could turn on the television and drift off to sleep bothering no one. I know if I go downstairs I won't go to sleep there because the couch is just not that comfortable and I'll be too cold - or too hot - or whatever - its just not my bed and I don't sleep well unless I'm in my bed. But of course I'm not sleeping in my bed right now so.....thus the dilemma.

I just want a good night's sleep - is that so much to ask???

Thursday, May 1, 2014


I'm looking forward to May. I'm going to spend some time with my daughter in Pennsylvania, I know the azaleas will be blooming, and I'm happy that the weather will finally be more dependable.

May is always a great month. I had a baby in May a very long time ago and it was my favorite month for bringing a baby home - not too hot and not too cold and perfect for walks with the stroller and sitting out on the deck. It is certainly one of the best months of the year weather-wise and the world around us is full of new life and never prettier than it is this month.

So May, I welcome you! I need you! I look forward to you! Let's bring it on, May. It's been a long, long winter....