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Delicate Violets

Delicate Violets

Our gar­den exploded this past week. All my bleed­ing hearts are in bloom. The hostas are com­ing in. The alli­ums and bee balm have open blos­soms. The white and pur­ple vio­lets have mul­ti­plied and are cov­ered with del­i­cate flowers. Johann helped me do some weed­ing today. He knows I’ve had a rough week. He picked...
Golden Daffodils

Golden Daffodils

The final project for my Fun­da­men­tals of Sci­en­tific Illus­tra­tion I class could be one of sev­eral options. We could do a still life of onions, gar­lic, veg­eta­bles, or fruit. We could do eas­ier flow­ers such as tulips, iris, or daf­fodils. We had to choose two or three objects, arrange them in a pleas­ing com­po­si­tion, and...
Inch By Inch, Row By Row

Inch By Inch, Row By Row

Do you know the song writ­ten by David Mal­lett enti­tled “Gar­den Song”? I heard it sung by John Den­ver on The Mup­pet Show years ago and adopted it as my per­sonal theme song: Inch by inch, row by row, Gonna make this gar­den grow. All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of...
Belated Easter Activities

Belated Easter Activities

For those of you who cel­e­brate Easter, I hope you had a nice hol­i­day. To those who don’t, I hope you are hav­ing a good spring so far. For us, Easter just snuck up on us out of nowhere. I man­aged to get our Easter tree up early, but that was about it. I had grand...
Helping Bank Square Books

Helping Bank Square Books

When our friend Annie from Bank Square Books called us a few weeks ago and asked us if we minded doing a phone inter­view with Yvonne Zipp of the Chris­t­ian Sci­ence Mon­i­tor, we quickly agreed. “Any­thing to help the book­store,” was our imme­di­ate reac­tion. Yvonne was research­ing an arti­cle about inde­pen­dent book­stores and was intrigued...
Winter Blues

Winter Blues

The promise of spring hangs in the air. We had a tease of 50 degree Fahren­heit weather. The daf­fodils are send­ing up their leaves. The snow drops are in full bloom, even after being buried in 5 inches of snow. Once the snow melted, they were thank­fully still there, as beau­ti­ful as ever, as though noth­ing...
Hari-kuyo

Hari-kuyo

Ever since I found out about Hari-kuyo, the Fes­ti­val of Bro­ken Nee­dles, I started sav­ing my bent pins and bro­ken nee­dles. The nee­dle that was in the worst shape was from when my sewing machine nee­dle broke into sev­eral pieces while sewing. I was only able to save the part that was still in the...
Snow!

Snow!

Snow is on the ground! Now it feels like win­ter in New Eng­land. Johann got his wish to go sled­ding and have snow­ball fights with dad. I got my wish to make a snow angel. The sky was a bril­liant blue. Lying in the snow had a calm­ing, peace­ful, con­tem­pla­tive effect on me. I love...
Knits for a Special Baby

Knits for a Special Baby

Dur­ing Hur­ri­cane Sandy, the UCONN Dive Safety Officer’s grand­daugh­ter was born. Eric dives and works with him and asked me to make some­thing spe­cial for the new baby. I designed these pur­ple heart baby socks for her. They turned out so well, I knit a sec­ond pair and listed them at my Etsy store. For Christ­mas,...
Christmas Is In the Air

Christmas Is In the Air

I wrote this post before the New­town shoot­ing took place. I’m shocked and hor­ri­fied by it and can’t even begin to imag­ine what the fam­i­lies of the vic­tims, the sur­vivors, and their fam­i­lies are going through right now. I am inspired by the courage and sac­ri­fice of the teach­ers and staff of the school dur­ing...
Never Mind Me! Save the Rhubarb!

Never Mind Me! Save the Rhubarb!

Well, we made it through the storm OK. We didn’t have to evac­u­ate like we did last year. The winds were pretty strong and we could hear things falling over and blow­ing around. The water level rose quickly. Thank­fully, the water stopped ris­ing at the edge of the curb sur­round­ing our park­ing lot. One more...
Beautiful Beach Day

Beautiful Beach Day

We made our yearly pil­grim­age out to Bluff Point a few weeks ago in the hopes of see­ing the mon­archs on the sea­side gold­en­rod dur­ing their south­ern migra­tion rest stop. They can num­ber into the hun­dreds when they are pass­ing through town. The day we went was the only day we could go that week....