As autumn descends from the horizon and creeps closer, I like to seek outdoor entertainment. Any excuse to soak in those last, sweet days of summer before hat & coat weather comes rolling in.
On a beautifully such, Sunday afternoon I went to Philadelphia’s Magic Garden, an indoor and outdoor tile, metal, and glass celebration of Isaiah Zagar’s creativity. Continue reading A Magic Garden in Philadelphia
I’m putting my first t-shirt art project to bed. Yesterday was the last day for orders. I’ve only got a handful of shirts left and I’m feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Continue reading ‘Toons ‘Shrooms – Project Complete
Some days I feel so blessed.
I’m sitting in the community building of the renaissance festival campground. It’s a beautiful and rustic, wooden structure with screened windows around three sides, the kind you’d expect to find at any summer camp. Continue reading Oh the Music of the Heart
Today I was that loose woman who gardens anywhere she feels like it.
I missed my bus this morning and walked, just under two miles, to the post office in downtown St. Paul. Lovely day for a stroll and no where special to be at any particular time, so why not. Continue reading Gardener on Errands
I have this road atlas of North America, an actual paper map book. A gift from my friend Kelly Q. It’s as much a ritual piece as it is a tool, a magic book of choose-your-own adventures.
I adore paper maps. It’s a thing, straight from childhood. I remember sitting in the back seat of the car on family trips, where I’d keep track of our progress on a map by watching milestones and landmarks. I would envision our car as a little dot moving along the wandering lines. It pleased me to no end when that imaginary dot on the map coincided with actual progress. (Hm, and now I have digital applications that provide this entertainment with little calculation on my part.)
Yesterday, I laid out Kelly’s road atlas upon my desk and settled in with a nice cup of tea to read it.
I’ll be heading to back to New York state, embarking somewhere mid-May to early June. The destination is firm but I have so many beautiful options on how I’ll get there. Friends and family to visit, art farms to find, and odd little spots to stand in and look out from. Activities and resources will determine the how and the when, so launch day is a little squishy this time around. I’ve got a couple of open ended tasks and some events I’d like to be a part of.
It’s difficult to wait on exciting things. While I like to start my preparations with enough time to take care of unexpected events, I avoid starting too soon. I get fidgety in those quiet moments between planning and realization but I think I’m getting the hang of finding the right balance between living in the now and planning for the later.
A quiet moment with the map book has me calculating distances and backtracking between destinations to determine travel times. This gives me an idea of expenses to prepare for, figuring what I can literally afford to do on my way, and a vague idea of time required to do it. That’s it, that’s all I need to do today.
Just a little toe in the water to settle my ‘what if’s and germinate the seeds of my summer adventure.
Grocery shopping on Xanax.
It’s not like shopping hungry. There was no inner debate about the merits for including snacks and items I hadn’t intended to buy. (Actually, I didn’t even pull the list out of my pocket.) Continue reading Exaggerated Sense of Well Being
From this pile of fabric and brick-a-brack to Petit Four (or Bon Bon, some say).
Our krewe theme; Just Desserts. Weather was the same as last year, 35 Fahrenheit and windy, so that cool, sparkly bodice was replaced with a sweater and lace top. Continue reading New Orleans, Mardi Gras week
Sometimes an egg sandwich is just what the doctor ordered.
I’m sitting here late on Thursday putting to bed another Big Week and trying to wring words from an overly stimulated mind.
Continue reading Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish
Am I preaching to the choir when I talk about how wonderful it is to find a place of humid green and scented color in the middle of a mid-northern winter?
As we head into February, I thought I’d show you what this second month of winter looks like under glass, in St. Paul, Minnesota. Continue reading Time Travel for the Seasonally Impaired
Well, enough people have asked after this recipe, that it merits a pub. I made these Baked Alaska bites for a finger-food party. I’m glad I took pictures. For a good turn out, give yourself enough time (at least four days in my case) and a spacious, cold freezer. A cool room to work in would be bonus. Continue reading Flaming Igloos, the recipe