Showing posts from February, 2012

Green with Envy

At the CT Garden & and Flower show yesterday I found this beauty.  Her name is Helleborus x ballardiae, commonly called Helleborus Gold Collection "Cinnamon Snow" and isn't she delicious?  She's a perennial and will be the earliest bloomer in my spring shade garden.  I could plant her outside today if it wasn't so windy. She wasn't cheap but she's an elegant charmer in every botanical way. As I was carrying her along on my way out of a lecture, a man walking toward me, also on his way to a garden lecture stopped in his tracks.  "Where did you get that gorgeous Hellebore?", he inquired, "and what variety is it?   - so green, so beautiful!  I told him I had purchased the plant at the Natureworks garden center booth.  "Oh, yes, of course, Nancy's booth...", he was familiar with Nancy DuBrule-Clemente's garden center.  The man went on his way and my husband and I continued along.  My husband ducked into t…

Mr. Rogers Sweater & The Button Box

The "Gramps" sweater seems to be very stylish this season for tiny baby boys so here's the latest version, knitted by me.  We're about 5 weeks away, give or take, from becoming grandparents again.  My daughter is giving their 2 year old a baby brother and his name is Daniel.  As soon as my husband makes him laugh, he can be in Pop-pop's "club" that will be comprised of the trio of little grandsons who will be romping around our back yard in a year or so.

I found the little vintage leather buttons in my mother's button box.  I'm the only person I know who actually has a button box.  When I was a kid, one of my favorite past times was dumping out my grandmother's button box and sifting through the hundreds of little treasures spread out on her dining room table.  The button box had a very practical purpose in those days.  Buttons were made in this country and were therefore, rather expensive to buy.  One never threw away a worn out garment with…

Happy Valentine's Week

My husband surprised me yesterday with an armful of flowers from my favorite florist, Autumn Rose.  He had to get some medical testing done today and he wanted to make sure he didn't get left-over flowers.  We exchanged cards today and we're going out to dinner tomorrow night.
We can be forgiven for being so gushy about Valentine's Day.  We didn't find each other until 9 years ago (we were both over 50 and were on our second time around.)
Last week I applied a decal to our family room wall - author unknown. (I searched the web.)
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."


Knitting for Me

January has been called "Knitting for Me" month.  Well, it's February and I'm still baby knitting.   Knitters have started to hang a name on the time period after the holiday knitting rush is over.  I don't participate in holiday knitting.  That kind of pressure could really take the joy out of Christmas for me.  I'm all about the joy!

After completing a sweater and blanket for the grandbaby born in November, I'm now smack-dab in the middle of knitting a project for the next baby coming next month.  So much so that I almost forgot to take a picture of the scarf I made last fall.  It's knitted from a blend of wool and silk, a fiber combination that's a bit glossy and nice and warm.  I love, love, love Solo Silk from Brooks Farm in Texas.  After the baby knitting is finished I'll be making a shawlette out of their Willow (wool and bamboo).  By the time that's off the needles, maybe it will be time to play in the dirt.

More Puppy Love

Babies aside, I can't think of anything more lovable than our little four-legged children.  Our little girl was born the month my husband and I got married and she came into our lives 4 months later after we lost our older cocker spaniel who had come to the end of her long life.  We missed her so much we had to fill our broken hearts and this girl did.

Spring? Taking Bets...

I admit it  I've got spring fever.  It comes on slowly.  First I start looking at seed catalogs.  Then I listen to gardening podcasts and looking through blogs.  The pencil comes out, I sketch a bit.  Wrap up in a sweater and take a walk out to look at the Shooting Star Hydrangea that I got for Christmas 2010 and put in the ground last spring.  It grudgingly bloomed but I really didn't have much hope for it.  I'd never seen one before so I really thought it was one of those grocery store holiday teasers.  You know the type --they look good for Christmas but don't count on being able to keep them alive past February.  The little darlin' has leaf buds and it's very much alive with no protection from me, it's mommy.  I take a stroll past another hydrangea which is going to have to be dug up and moved godknowswhere since it sits in the perfect spot for the future pool filter.  Moving on to what's left of the vegetable garden.  Brussel sprout and kohlrabi pl…


We have a 10 week old grandson.  He looks like his daddy and he looks like his grandpa Al, my late husband, father of my two grown children, who passed way 10 years ago.  It amazes me when I look at him.  I know about DNA and inherited physical traits.  This doesn't take away anything from my wonderful relationship with my new husband and step-son and the families we've blended into the group we've become.  We took what we had left, both of us, and  allowed the love between us to create this group of individuals who celebrate life together.  Little Andrew makes me take a step into the past and look back.  It brings my former life with his biological grandfather into my present life with his new grandfather.  The babies don't know the difference.  Papa is Papa, blood-ties or not.  I love that. That we can take the tragedy of my late husband's premature death, acknowledge and remember him, and continue into the next generation and generations to come is a symbol of h…