Thursday, December 12, 2013

Stack of Books

Stack of Books

Here are the titles of the stack of books I'm reading:

The Journals of Thornton Wilder, 1939-1961
Thornton Wilder

Thornton Wilder : a life
Penelope Niven

The Bitterroot and Mr. BrandBorg
Frederick Swanson

Assisted, An Autobiography
John Stockton

Under the Dome
Stephen King

Thankless in Death
J. D. Robb


Monday, December 9, 2013

Open a Book

Open a Book

This is how it is done if you want your book to last.
Good advice I believe.



Here are two biographies that will be great to open for the holidays.
Visit the book page of my web site and scroll down to the PayPay links.
There is a link for each book.





Tuesday, December 3, 2013

First Snow of the Season

First Snow of the Season
2013

I enjoy the season changes. Yesterday as I was getting ready for the first snow storm to arrive. I noticed how large the buds for next spring season had already developed. Those buds of the forsythia and lilac bushes give me hope and something to look forward to.

Now the snow has arrived and oh how lovely the flakes look as they gather on tree limbs and bushes.


This was my last blooming rose of Autumn.


My Blue Spruce trees that were planted years ago look like flocked Christmas trees.




I walk into my greenhouse and am greeted by colors so opposite of the outside winter.





Friday, November 29, 2013

Mattie Culver was a Mill Worker

Mattie Culver was a Mill Worker

Paul Boruff sings The Song of the Spinners.
Textile mill workers began at a very young age.
The Song of the Spinners appeared in the Lowell Offering in 1841.
Child labor laws were begun because of the conditions,
hours and ages of these young mill workers.

I use this song when lecturing about Mattie Shipley Culver. Mattie and her siblings worked in the textile mills in Massachusetts and New York. Mattie eventually died of Tuberculosis and is buried in Yellowstone National Park.


Order this book from the PayPal link on my web site:
Nan's book page on her web site.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Harvesting

Harvesting


Here's my first harvest of the greenhouse season.
Well, that's not totally true, we have been eating
lettuce and spinach for quite some time.

Yes my cucumbers are ready and very tasty I might add.


Monday, November 18, 2013

Greenhouse Glory

Greenhouse Glory

It is enjoyable to begin the day by walking into the greenhouse
and being greeted by my plants.




 Gardening is akin to writing stories. No experience could have taught me more about grief or flowers, about achieving survival by going, your fingers in the ground, the limit of physical exhaustion.- Eudora Welty


Wednesday, November 13, 2013

New Carpet

New Carpet

Out with the old carpet.


In with the new carpet.


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Gardening

Gardening
I can't say enough about how I feel when I enter the greenhouse
and am greeted by my garden.
My winter crops are thriving and I'm excited about eating their gifts.
Herbs abound and I have fresh tastes for my recipes from basil and cilantro to oregano.

Lettuce for us and and rabbit.


Although only about 3 inches I look forward to cucumbers very soon.


Cilantro.


My tomatoes are still small but blooms are forming.


The Poinsettias are starting to show their Christmas color.



Flowers and plants always brighten my mood.









Monday, November 4, 2013

Missing Paul

Missing Paul

I miss him so much. I know he's only across town.
It is, however, a hospital and sometimes it seems they don't know what they're doing.
I'm sure it's just because they don't want to tell to much.

No one really talks to each other like people anymore.
They talk to each other like corporations, which I guess is the political climate.

I want him to be home soon.


Here is a song from the hospital bed.

video

Monday, October 7, 2013

Boo's Bungalow

Boo's Bungalow

Each winter we build my rabbit Boo a "nest" to give her comfort.
She has a winter alfalfa bale which she eats and uses as a platform.
This is her bale for the winter.


Boo hates to be in a hutch and has run of our entire yard.
She loves her life and is happy being "free."

This is the base of a raised bed I have for potatoes.
Boo loves to be under it during a rain storm.
Last year she dug a small warren under it for the winter.


This year we are tucking part of her winter alfalfa bale around the raised bed frame.


She helps us as we build it.


Here is Boo's winter digs.


Boo cleans herself in front of her new winter home.
It's still fall weather right now but in a few weeks
she will eat her way to happiness in a winter wonderland.


Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Horses

Horses

I love horses. I have no idea why.
I was a city kid and learned to ride in summer camps.
Now I am honored to share time with two horses a couple times a year.
But seriously why am I drawn to them when I just see them in a field,
Or when I see a sculpture of them.
Who knows.
It doesn't matter.




Monday, September 30, 2013

Just in Case

Just in Case We Won't See You Soon

A couple of images from this year's trips to my favorite place in the world.
The place that gives my soul reason--Yellowstone National Park.





Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Friday, September 13, 2013

Weber's Candies in Milwaukee

Webers
In April 1948 Webers closed it's doors
in downtown Milwaukee

This is an article about the closing
from the Milwaukee Journal on 17 April 1948


I still love hearing the stories about the downtown store.

But I grew up with my Grandpa's store on the East Side
at 1922 E. Park Place,
and that will always be my personal memory.

Monday, September 9, 2013

The City Library | Landscape Impressions by Paul Boruff

Just a reminder: Monday, September 9 from 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm is the Artist's Reception for Landscape Impressions, the art of Paul Boruff.

Click here for the Sweet Library description
The City Library | Landscape Impressions by Paul Boruff

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Color on the Fence

Color on the Fence

Just to add to the photos from yesterday.


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Glorious Morning

Glorious Morning
I have been away from home for a month.
I am greeted by my fence-full of morning glories.