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Pumpkin seeds and tea cups
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When my children were babies my parents tried to tell me how very different it is to be grandparents as opposed to being parents. I did my best to understand what they meant, but I realize now that I needed to be a grandparent myself to actually get it. So, Dad and Mom ... I get it now. [FYI: New knitting content was posted at The Knitting Blog 20 May 09.] My daughter and I lived with my parents when she was born, and we lived with them for her first two years. Today my daughter and her daughter live...
The hawk came calling
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Wrapped in scrumptious
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The trees in Western New York continue to be wrapped in the scrumptious colors of fall. Although it is nearly the end of October some of the maples are still glowing with deep red leaves on the outside powered by golden leaves beneath, enriched by green leaves deeper in toward the trunk. The visual effect is stunning, and we are blessed to have one such tree just across the road north of our place on our neighbor's property. I see it each morning outside the living room window as I knit with my morning coffee and Blu in my lap....
Sorting out the tangle
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In early October there is an open studio art trail in our area, and I have been invited to be one of the participating artists. Michael Zambito, the chef and owner of Zambistro Restaurant where some of my paintings are on display, has graciously agreed to use his restaurant as my "open studio". It is on a Sunday (October 5), and he does not normally serve lunch or dinner on Sundays so the entire floor of the restaurant will be available for me to set up as many paintings as I wish. Of course, the paintings that already hanging at...
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Eight is my lucky number. Some number of years ago I rolled a lucky double eight and out I popped ... born to two very sweet dear people who I have come to know as "Dad and Mom". Lucky me, for many reasons but most especially because that Dad and Mom are my Dad and Mom. They are my lucky double eights. Today is my birthday, and I have looked forward to this birthday in particular for quite a long time. I have patiently circled the sun some 51 times looking forward to the arrival of this, my luckiest day...