Wednesday, September 23, 2009


It's official...................Fall has arrived!

He really is, as big as a house!!!!

Enjoy the season.


Saturday, September 12, 2009


While perusing the magazine section at the book store, I noticed that there are a plethora of BRIDAL periodicals available. The cover photos were so lovely that I couldn’t resist thumbing through a few. There were articles covering every aspect of getting married....from, How to say YES……to, How to pack for your honeymoon flight.

Styles seemed to fall into two categories……traditional, or contemporary. This set me wondering what style wedding each of my four grandchildren might choose? Would their choice be sleek and contemporary? A traditional wedding with lots of sentiment, has always been my favorite.

I WONDERED.............

Will my granddaughters wear pearls?

Or knotted strands of jade, or rose quartz? Might they choose clear azure beads, suspended by gossamer threads?

Or a single strand of Swarovski crystal beads?

Will Molly choose to wear her Mother’s veil, and gown…

and be photographed in a beautiful garden, like her Mother?

Will Madison and Waverly want to wear one of my vintage rings, as a something old element?

Perhaps Bailey will want to toast his bride with his great-grandmothers crystal glasses………

And my Mother’s silver serving pieces would look beautiful by candlelight………….

The girls could carry a vintage handkerchief , from my collection…………

Then after the wedding, the handkerchiefs could be stored away in a vintage hanky holder, for their daughter’s wedding.


My grandchildren are young….Bailey isn't even two years old yet. Marriage is years away, and they will make their own choices, when the time comes.

Still………it doesn’t hurt to dream….does it?


Saturday, September 5, 2009


It's a beautiful late summer day. The sun feels warm, but there's a faint hint of change in the air. The sky is such a brilliant shade of robin's egg blue, that it makes the your heart sing........a great day for a walkabout. We (hubby and I) headed straight for the countryside to explore a new area we'd heard about.

We'd taken only a few steps, when the path we were walking, split........the two branches veering off in opposite directions. One path meandered into a grove of shade trees, before it disappeared from sight., lush and shady. Very tempting, on such a warm day. But, the other path led straight into a wide, sun filled meadow, thick with wildflowers that were taller than me. We chose the wildflowers, and we weren't disappointed.

Our experience reminded me of this poem by Robert Frost.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Bees droned, and butterflies fluttered all about. It was a magical scene!

The colors were brilliant, even in the harsh midday sun.

The coppery yellows of the rudbeckia, gave a nod to the changing fall palette.

This thistle, with it's downy purple seed heads, and sharp, spiny stems and leaves, stood tall and straight, like a sentinel keeping watch over the meadow.

We chose the path less traveled.......and that made all the difference.

Then we rushed home for a a quick shower, and some dinner because ..............
tonight we're seeing this!

Have a wonderful, safe, weekend.