In a Garden, Seated, Pressing

Peace. I am wrapped in it. Comforted. Seated in heavenly places. From this place of calm, my heart’s sanctuary, I share with you a brighter view. Welcome to the teeny garden, маленький стул (malen’kiy stul), little chair. A vintage bentwood find, Czechoslovakian made, I left it just as I found it, with its endearing winkContinue reading “In a Garden, Seated, Pressing”

The Summer of 1970, a Cuban Journey

My daughter asked me to share a peek back in time to the day I came to America. She’s a clever one to attempt to distract me this way right now, I’ll have her know. It was the summer of 1970. I was only six years old, but there are memories etched in our heartContinue reading “The Summer of 1970, a Cuban Journey”

Starry Little Matron, A Garden Tea, Conversation

  It’s lily season, and the stargazing has begun.  For me, it never really ends; head in the clouds I’ve been told my whole life.  As an only child, it’s easy to appreciate this wonderful gift, and I am more grateful for it every day.  When the pandemic hit, I watched as so many lovedContinue reading “Starry Little Matron, A Garden Tea, Conversation”

Creativity, Graciousness and A Cool Drink

Ins, outs, ups, downs, lefts, rights, roundabout. Throughout all my years of blogging, my constants, a love for creativity and wonder. Wonder, such as the love letter these roses penned for me, which I did not notice until I got home and opened my photos. Wonder keeps me. The joy of sharing my joy, it’sContinue reading “Creativity, Graciousness and A Cool Drink”

What Would They Say, Mom, Dad, Love

July is here, and I find myself doing what I’ve done every year since I can remember, preparing to celebrate my parents’ birthday.  Road trips, beach picnics, family gatherings, it’s all still very vivid in my heart. Dad is no longer with us physically, but in spirit he’s always near. Mom, truer to herself thanContinue reading “What Would They Say, Mom, Dad, Love”

Grace Grace, Two Potting Benches Are Better Than One

Actually, three potting benches, because I have a very special handmade one in Florida too. Well, I hope it has weathered life with six males under one roof, four of which are romping stomping k9s. 🙂 My skinny potting bench has finally been transported from last year’s address, and a new pretty-in-powdery-pink kettle sets theContinue reading “Grace Grace, Two Potting Benches Are Better Than One”

The Illimitable Lightness of Love

I am counting, numbering and tagging all the perfumed kindnesses and graces I detect on this day. I am usually keenly aware of them, but some days my spirit urges me to name and list them as though a daisy with a sunshiny yellow balloon was attached to my wrist lifting me and prompting meContinue reading “The Illimitable Lightness of Love”

Summer Soup and Flowers Pressed

The chilled Holodnik soup was delicious, and I can now prepare it without looking at the recipe. It’s really so simple. If you missed the recipe, take a peek at yesterday’s post here. The pressing continues. To immortalize spring is turning out to be very comforting to me. I was thinking, why wait until theContinue reading “Summer Soup and Flowers Pressed”

Of Summer Solstices and Sundials

Summer solstice came and went and I was caught off guard. Spring arrived so late this year that I’m still in it. It’s okay, you go on ahead. Head in the clouds. Drifting. Sometimes in life we will be surprised by stark contrasts and sudden flips in sets of circumstances. That which we considered lucidContinue reading “Of Summer Solstices and Sundials”