Just a CUP of Coffee!

It's a "glass cup" that I purchased at my favorite thrift store--for seventy five cents. But I like the way it looks and the balance of it when you hold it. So now--- for that first cup of coffee in the morning---ahhh! There's nothing like it, and especially in a "favorite" cup--come to think of it---my mother had a thing for "cups" too! But that's a story for another time.

MY weekend--GIRLS NIGHT OUT--etc

Yep, sometimes that word MY has to come to the surface and be heard. This past weekend was that kind of weekend. I was invited by one of MY most intelligent friends, Anne, and her also intelligent, brilliant, mother, Loretta, to White Christmas at the Aronoff Center--(Broadway comes to Cincinnati). (It was MY first time at the Aronoff believe it or not!) And to top off the evening we stopped on our way home at "The Works" (a converted fire house--now restaurant) in Loveland. Anne had been telling me that their Creme Brule was to die for and yep, read MY lips-- Anne was RIGHT! We were truly a lovely and harmonious trio of feminitiy as we celebrated our Saturday GIRLS OUT NIGHT --it sincerely made MY heart sing. Loretta definitely reminds me of Dorothy (MY mother-in-law) and it was fun getting to know her a tad more! With the recent passing of MY mother, being with a mother-daughter duo, made it even more special. A great weekend most definitely---top it off with a weeeeee bit of sewing--what more could a girl want?

CURTAINS FOR KENDRA

My daughter Kendra posted this picture (you have to click on the picture to get a better idea of the fabric detail)--her new IKEA desk on her blog a while ago soon after she started her master's studies. I love her simplistic style. She's been talking about curtains for her HUGE windows and so she picked out a few choices. I just ordered the larger simple linen stripe for the window and the smaller linen print for a "pillow" or what? --suggestions? ....can't wait to see it all together!

SUPPER

. . .has to be healthy, quick, try to please my 16 year old son (humph)--this is one of my favorite combos--fresh asparagus (the thinnest and freshest you can find) --spray your pan with olive oil and overload with slices of garlic cloves. Saute garlic until its' brown and crispy--then add asparagus--baked (or in our case) "microwaved" sweet potatoes -- broiled lean chops "a la Kentworth style"-- which means layered in pepper. Not too much can surpass this quick tasty treat as the unavoidable cool weather calls and brightly lit orange pumpkins adorn our porches awaiting festively dressed beggers.

a PICTURE is WORTH

This was totally accidental but I love it. It's the window of THE MERCANTILE ANTIQUE MALL in OLD MILFORD, (where Pear Mcgee resides). The reflection is a lovely place to eat called 20 Brix. If you've never been to Milford, perhaps this gives you a small "taste". Can you find nemo?

God must love PINK!

My mother planted this bush quite some time ago so she could sit on her porch and have some privacy--it' has grown over the years and now almost hides--now-- my front porch. Just a day or two ago it's leaves went from monochromatic shades of green to THIS!! What a magnificant way to greet each new fall day as I leave for ordinary places!

My Mother: Elizabeth Eurilda 1917 - 2009

Your passing brings profound sadness
Yet now I think I understand you more
You, my mother,

Longing for the friendship and companionship of me, her daughter
My turn now,

Seeing my own daughters as you must have seen me
Your strengths--once hidden --now obvious
Whatever weakness--now insignificant, meaningless
I have had the extreme joy of knowing you
Being with you
Feeling your love
You are not replaceable; there will never be anyone exactly like you
There is no replica, no substitute,
No one could ever “fill that hole” as you would so aptly say
How I would love to see you now, to feel your hand on mine
To hear your voice call my name,--just one more time
The same way you would leave a room
You left

Quietly, quickly,

No one watching
Now your history remains,
Your actions
A gentle reminder
Nudging, prodding
Stirring my soul
Reach higher
Be better,
Seeing life

As through your eyes
Appreciating