Fille

French just sounds so good. Mittens & scarf for Papa. Mittens to match for the precious lil' daughter. Voila!

Grizabella

Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time
I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

Look
A new day has begun

Memory
Cats

Fantine

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my dreams with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from the hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

I Dreamed A Dream

Les Miserables

Froggies

A new heirloom has arrived in our house! Frog eggs, tadpoles, wee lil' frogs & big frogs on the nature table. So, so adorable & cute by the awesome Lizz at ZooLoo Naturals. Thanks so much!

Salmon Chowder

We've always been fans of the chowder at Whole Foods. I always thought chowder was difficult to prepare. Not! I started following a recipe from one of my favorite cookbooks, "Soup!" by Pippa Cuthbert & Lindsay Cameron Wilson. I love to cook soup. I unique-ified the recipe along the way & I'm gonna write it down here for future reference.

3 strips of bacon, cut into small pieces
3/4 pound salmon
4 medium potatoes
1 cup frozen corn, thawed
1/2 medium red onion
3 tablespoons flour
4 cups milk
1 cup heavy cream
a bit of fresh chives & 3 or so sprigs of parsley
a bit of olive oil
salt & pepper to taste

Bake the salmon in the green clay baking pan with a bit of olive oil, salt, pepper & dill, then set it aside to cool. Cut the potatoes in half, leaving the skin on and arrange them cut-side down in the olive oil/seasoning/salmon drippings pan & bake them in the oven.

In the big ole pot brown the bacon & add the red onions until they become glassy, then add the flour making sure there are no lumps. Add the milk & half and half and let it all come to a boil. Reduce it to simmer adding the salmon & baked potatoes & the corn & the chopped parsley. Serve warm in hot bowls.

Yum. Yum.

Next time have some French bread & homemade garlic butter to make garlic bread!

I Love You!

Me modeling my love's cabled scarf. Unique design by me for a unique man. I already made him some simple mittens from this yarn. Schulana Tweed-Lux. Wool. Silk. Cashmere.

Cables around the back of the neck.

Cables at the beginning & end. More cables in un-snapped locations. :-)

Flute-sies

A stash of flute cases knit by Waldorf students as part of their 1st grade handwork class. Pretty neat, huh?

Peach Boy

A pilot-cap for Momotaro. To help him fight the ogres.

Woodsy

Yup.

Autumn Goddess

Abundant harvest.

Long Ago

The perfecterestest knitting I've ever done, but then came the realization that "perfect" isn't all that good really. The now with all its imperfections is perfect, though.

Nate's

Voila!

Yarn Luv

Frog Tree. Cotton. Cotton/Silk. Lovin' it!

Zorro

Fiery. Fearless. Flying.

Purple Haze

I can totally picture Jimi wearing this pilot-cap.

Maehe

My friend Angie over at The Artist, The Mom spun some gorgeous yarn for me. What an awesome gift that was! She's so talented. (She was also Noah's handwork teacher in 1st grade.) The yarn somehow reminds me of spring. After a process that involved deciding & un-deciding & changing my mind & not being really sure & going back and forth... I thought I should knit some mittens for my summer vacation in New Zealand, thus I named them "Maehe" - the Maori word for March. It was so nice to knit & see how the colors all come together. I love these mittens!

Mini Gardening

My herb pot has been filled with herbs again. I purchased some at the Italian Market in Philly & brought them back to Richmond. Sorta silly. Just very good memories of the time in Philly in my heart. I'm sure the herbs will carry some of those good vibes into our food. :-)

We are growing tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash, pumpkin & watermelon. Looking forward to watching everything grow. I decided to keep the garden small due to summer travels. Nice to grow something, though. :-)

Geraniums remind me of my maternal grandmother, Luise. Her porch was always filled with them, and in the winter they would crowd the lil' hallways indoors.