Sunday, November 21, 2010

Sunday Thoughts

This morning drizzle and fog blanket this part of the Midwest as I pull open the shades and peer into this November day.

Family has started to arrive for Thanksgiving, my favorite Holiday, known just for family and stories and good food.

The old lavender house welcome Adam and Tonya back from Florida. Of course, both are from this area so there are lots of folks and family to see for them.

We always put together a packet of events and possibilities so that we know where we are all going.

As for me, I usually just stay in the center of the house as they come and go.

So, wherever you are, Thanksgiving has just started in this small town.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Pre-Thanksgiving Thoughts

This week's column.

So, here we are a few days before Thanksgiving and my house is slowly taking on the feel of this holiday.  Pumpkins on the porch, orange twinkle lights still adorning trellis in garden, clean sheets on all the beds, and quilts aired out.

This weeks column is all about giving thanks for what we have. Enjoy!

Sunday, November 07, 2010

Autumn in my yard....

Just a few photographs taken in my yard this Autumn. It has been stunning!

Enjoy this week's column!

A few years ago I met a young man on the steps of the Cultural Arts Building in Chicago while waiting for the train. This is about that day.

This week's column!

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Post Halloween Ghost Stories...

Monday night and the girl's show up for girl's pot luck. We love this night, not a male in sight and the stories, gossip and wine flow! We never plan the food, we just let the pot luck take care of that.

This past Monday night women of all ages and generations filled this old lavender house. The food was great, and vegetarian as usual.

With candles burning and darkness deep upon us the talk turned to ghost stories. One of the girls had just returned from Salem, Massachusetts where she went on ghost and cemetery walks. Her stories were wonderful and certainly makes me want to get out to Salem. I was there a few years ago and did love it!

This prodded other ghost stories and before long it was late, the candles were dripping wax and it was time for my guests to leave. With bowls and dishes in hand, I bid my friends adieu, lock up the house and let the whispers of ghost stories settle into the bones of this old house.