Wednesday, April 30, 2008
When we paid, and gave an address, the girl presented a red flag and told us to mark the spot--they'll deliver and plant it sometime this week. That was easy! When we got home, I planted the flag right on the mound where the old plum tree used to be.
That open space where two years ago the tree man with the saw and grinder said I'd never miss it. But I do.
Monday, April 28, 2008
I have a feeling this will not be the last blog photo of these plants!
Sunday, April 27, 2008
this is me this weekend, stretched out on a spring day with all the windows open.
Fred was a sweetheart and came with me to BJ's to do the heavy lifting. I needed household supplies, the pantry was bare. Jumbo sizes of soap, bleach, paper towels, laundry soap, peanut butter and those not-so-fun things we need. I hate this kind of shopping and try to do it only once a year, around this time. He pushed the cart and loaded the truck, but I'm the one who's tired.
Just stretch me out, by a passing warm breeze, and wake me when it's Monday.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
But she didn't ask, instead she read my little note on the bottom of my check and had a better idea for me. She suggested I open a 9 mo. CD, they were offering a <-0.75> rate. Now, I can't say I know a lot about banking, but I did notice that negative before the rate--and I'm sorry that's just not very exciting to me. I think instead I'll go buy our new freezer like I had in mind in the first place. Thank you anyway.
Geez, is this life in a small town?
Monday, April 21, 2008
So it's Friday night, and the guys have gone camping for the whole weekend. Olivia is 17 1/2 so that I know her social calendar is booked--and I'm not in it. That means if I want to get photos of the town carnival in the farmer's field--I better head over.
The weather is low 70's Pennsylvania perfect and even though I spend the better part of the day rigging up a new housing for my Ansco Rediflex + studio camera, I don't finish until after dark, but I'm reay to go. Wow, so many colors on a grassy ground--kids both young and old, so well behaved and nicely dressed, it's a California photographer's evening dream.
The carnival was made more special with a caramel apple (or three)--These are big Pennsylvania Dutch red apples, buttery caramel, coarse chopped peanuts. I remembered the carmel apples from last year. I had another.
Saturday night, the boys are still gone, I figure I'll head over to the carnival since it's the last night. This time a bit earlier--dusk. It was a great time to go. I park further out and walk up through the side of the farmer's field, spaced between families. The anticipation from the kids, takes me back to the late 1960s, early 1970s, when I'm with my parents and sister going to the Ridgecrest Fair. The night is slightly cooler, sweatshirt weather, overcast skies. Completely different from the month-of-May feel the night before. Classic Pennsylvania spring. I buy two more caramel apples. I eat one sitting on the grassy sidelines, the other is enjoyed with a plate and knife, later that night, while I go through my photos.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Now I wish I'd taken the time to straighted #8 after the tripod trip. Darn studio camera, my nimble D70--never demanded a tripod for TtV.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Fortunately I have a back up camera for my daily photos, but it's super heavy--more a studio Nikon. Where's the tripod?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
One coming, one going, one observing. Me standing on the bed, my shoes were off. Promise.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
That's easy until you get to about #12, and you've already stated how you love your own laugh and the way you cook, and you're hoping no one ever read this, including the teacher, who wants the books back at the end. But everyone else is writing away, so you think of a few more to get to number twenty.
Friday, April 04, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
I joined a new yoga workshop last night, with the same teacher who taught the beginning class last January--it was fun! The theme is 'meditation'. We sat in the quiet dark, cross-legged on the wooden floor, a thin folded blanket between us. The third floor of the restored Grist Mill. It was harder than I thought.
when the class started, our teacher turned down the lights, lit a candle or two, and brought out a large shopping bag from Barnes and Noble. Within were blank journal books which she slowly spread on the floor. Each cover art unique, some books hardcover, some soft, some large, some small. About 14 books, 10 people.
She asked us to all come up and select our book--we would use it at the end. Each of us somehow knew which book belonged to whom, though one woman took a long time to decide.
As the painfully long, sitting-in-the-dark session neared the end, our teacher rang a sharp bell very softly, gradually turned up lights, then asked us to write for five minutes in our new journals. She asked us to bring the books back up--promising not to read them--we would use them again on Friday. The book, ours to take and continue when the workshop ends later in the month. I think it's going to be a good workshop!