Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Proper Timing

repost from the archives (circa 2011)
In Boston, one day, she had an unusual experience.  While Papa and Auntie Hoyt waited out of sight somewhere, she had to go by herself into a large room in a department store and listen to someone dressed up like Santa Claus read a Christmas story and 'Twas the Night Before Christmas.  This seemed odd to her for at Thanksgiving time, she was not ready for Santa Claus.  In Cranbury they got through the turkeys and the pumpkins and the Pilgrims before they brought out the Santa Clauses.  She was quite relieved when the whole occasion was over and instead of being abandoned, she found Papa and Auntie Hoyt waiting, beaming, at the door.

Ginger Pye by Eleanor Estes

Friday, November 14, 2014


One of my favorite things about fall is watching our gingko tree change.
 Rather rapidly the leaves transform from green to chartreuse to brilliant gold.

And even more rapidly, they are gone. 
(In this case, the artic blast stripped her bare overnight).

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

RIP Bobby

My fur brother is no more.

He lived to a ripe old age of 16 1/2, and while he did grow a bit crotchety in his old age, I'll always remember "Bobby and the other Bobby" circa 2007.