Saturday, November 29, 2014


Yesterday's adventure.

makers of the most wonderful cordials, macerated from their own fruits and roots, offering complimentary tastings.

Rustic, friendly and fun atmosphere with
interesting grounds to explore.

Pistachio nuts are served at the tasting and the shells are used to line paths
Root cellar 

If you are ever in the Harpers Ferry area, GO THERE.

I highly recomend the 
or the 
Black Walnut,
or the 
Cremma Lemma,
or the
Chocolate Raspberry,
or the
 Raspberry Lemon.....

Just go and find out for yourself. 
The virtual tour is almost as fun as the real thing, although won't taste as good.

Friday, November 28, 2014

The day started with this,

followed by this.

a breakfast from our backyard: spinach quiche with sweet potato crust and home grown sausage

and then got better...

Monday, November 24, 2014


The new shawl  came out so pretty.

That's what happens when one has beautiful yarn,

given to her by a beautiful friend. 

Happy Thanksgiving Week,

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Happy Sunday

Brought to you by way of a November vine in Bucks County PA.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Few moments are better than this.

In lieu of the Official Thanksgiving Weekend, they all (save one...Kev's journey home from the far away desert has been delayed) were home this past weekend. The elders, the grands, the lovey lady friends, the newlyweds, the grown up babies of mine...

All the meals generous. in part. from the the abundant harvest off our land this season

gave much credibility
to the very word,

Monday, November 10, 2014

I am not sure what it is about the Crescent City that keeps luring me back.
It's been my favorite long weekend type getaway place for nearly thirty years.
Perhaps it's the music,

or the food,

  or the strolls though the neighborhoods,

beverage in hand.

Perhaps it the spirit and hospitality of the people who call it home.

or perhaps it's just the ability to simply put everything else aside and go.

I will return as always. Again and again.


I don't have any photos from the first 6 weeks of my oldest's life. 
{my films were lost by the photo processing company}
But as clear as can be I can remember his every expression and movement.
I would stare at him sleeping, stare at him eating or simply stare at him staring at me, 
 both of us trying to figure out our new lives.
The feeling of honor, responsibility and amazement at the ability to create a new little human has never left me.

I vowed to teach him to be kind, to tie his shoes, to persevere, to think of others first, to have good manners, to color between the lines, to keep faith, to run fast, 
and to Love.
I must have at least succeeded on the Love part because 
this happened:

and with that, my family grew by one more.

...and we both continue to figure out our new lives with lots of love to share.