Tall Tales from Kansas

a sweet little treasure

"Busy" and I had an extremely enjoyable petting session this past week at Kauffman Gardens in Kansas City. I have been wanting to get back out and imprint myself on him, but ...  well, life gets in the way doesn't it? No matter, he let me know he did in fact recall our last visit and was pleased for the return check in. 

All of the flowers were lovely. They were getting ready to start a bunch of planting, but all the perennials were blooming. The very pale, almost grayish, lavender colored iris below was a new color for me. So delicate. The color of a fancy dress, with lots of layers. The sort you might have worn to play dress up in when you were a kid. Maybe with a pair of those dangly earrings you had to screw on. 

There is always something new to see here. The thing is, you can walk right in. It's completely free. You can take 10 minutes to walk through or wander, sit, pet a cat, and stay for longer. I have never been when it's overly crowded. It's a sweet little treasure, and the perfect place to get ideas for things to do in your very own garden. A spot to dream about gardening in, where it is not permitted for you to actually get up and do any weeding or digging, is very good for the mind. 

a bit of window peeping

There was a stop at Kauffman Gardens recently, to see what they are up to in the way of fall plantings.  I was quite pleased to see that the special flower boxes hanging from the trees this spring have held up so well into the fall.  Still glorious. 

The mums had not yet bloomed. But maybe by now they have. 

The butterflies and bees were swarming about. 

I was delighted to make the acquaintance of "Busy", the new cat who resides in the orchid area of the gardens. He was sleeping soundly but appreciative of some petting and conversation.  

There was a bit of window peeping after the garden. 

I do so love a good fall inspiration day. Is that pillow above not the cutest thing you ever saw in your entire life? The little figures tucked into their own special pocket are simply adorable. 

the delight of a Bavarian strudel

The Huff women + 1 (me!) met recently for lunch at Grünaeur in Kansas City. Ever since I went to Walgau with sister, and especially since the Huff's told me about a meal they shared there, I have been feeling the need to sample the German cuisine they are known for myself.  

Marti told me about her Aunt Florence, who used to take her for a peanut butter sandwich accompanied by a chocolate milkshake when she was a young girl growing up in Chicago. Aunt Florence used to work in a millenary shop, but when she saw the way fashion was headed (hats going out of style) she went to beauty school. This resulted in Marti being the subject of her practice for occipitofrontalis facial massages and manicures. What luck. 

Let me get back to the meal for a second though. Jennifer had the Schnitzelsemmel accompanied by pommes frites. 



Nancy ordered up the Schweinsbraten - as did I. Needless to say, to-go boxes were needed. The red cabbage was sweet and sour with a hint of apples and a spice I can't put my finger on. Divine. 

I'm not done with Aunt Florence yet though... included in her long line of accomplishments was a stint as a chocolatier at Andy's candies which turned into Andes candies. After Marti moved away from Chicago and got married and had 2 little girls, Aunt Florence used to send them Easter dresses - frilly things, velvety materials, just the kind of dress you remember 60 years after the fact. Oh what a joy to have an Aunt Florence in your life. 

We concluded our meal with a sharing of the Apfelstrudel while we interviewed Marti Huff about #1 what advice she would give her 21 year old self, and #2 what was the best advice she has ever received. Since I know Julia Louis Dreyfus is not going to interview her, I decided to myself. 

Marti wanted to think about her responses to the above questions so we agreed upon a discussion at the next meeting of the Huffs + 1 lunch club. 

Even though it was very bright outside when we left, I forced them to pose once again for me, with the famous Western Auto sign in the background. Marti looked so pretty that a second group photo was warranted. I am sure you will agree.

P.S. Our conversation also included Miriam Haskell costume jewelry, because when you are at a lunch with the Huffs you never know in which direction the discussion will lead. But it is NEVER boring and always mind expanding. 

add this stop to your itinerary

Heads up all you gardeners out there. Here is the next big trend you are going to see in the best gardens everywhere.

Yes, flower boxes, on swings, hanging from trees.  How cool does that look? As you can see if you look down the row of trees, there were multiples of these swings at Kauffman Memorial Gardens in Kansas City this week when I went. I love the organic look of the rope and unfinished plank that is the swing. I will have to return to see how they do as summer advances. 

This garden is on the smaller size but is always SPECTACULAR and must be visited regularly, because things are always changing. The orchid area, which has been locked for awhile was open. There is a new Kit Kat living here. Her name is "Busy" and she is feisty. I think the house has been locked to give her a chance to acclimate to her new environment. I am looking forward to getting to know her better. 

These gardenias were beautiful, fragrant, waxy, such a delight to see and smell. 

This garden is located near the country club plaza and always warrants a stop when I am in the area. If you are planning to be in the city, and haven't been before, or it's been awhile, add this stop to your itinerary. You won't be sorry. 

and get some lemon meringue pie

Last evening the Quails met to celebrate Nancy's birthday. As with many things in life, there were last minute snafus, adjustments had to be made, bottom line is only the "senior" Quails were able to be in attendance. 

We enjoyed cocktails, an appetizer, main courses were passed around (ok I ate some of Joan's French fries even though no one wanted a bite of my shrimp and grits), and of course there was dessert. If you are in the KC area, the lemon meringue pie at Rye in Leawood is sublime. 

We discussed how long it takes to recover from "things" as we enter the last third of our lives, shared how we can appreciate the things our mothers used to say now that we have been the age they were when they said it, and we talked about the ability to look back with more kindness and understanding at the sad/difficult times in our lives. Books were on the agenda - Mary Joan just finished The Secret Book of Flora Lea by Patti Callahan Henry and recommends it. I put it on my list. Nancy told us about the podcast Wiser than Me with Julia Louis-Dreyfus. It is a series of interviews with older women in which she asks them great questions about the lives they have lived, and asks for any observations/advice they may have for us. I listened to the first episode this morning and have already downloaded the next one. Good stuff. 

Did I tell you we sat outside for dinner? What is it about eating outside that makes it seem extra special? A nice breeze, less of a clamor which makes conversation so much easier, being surrounded by trees... oh let me stop there and just say I hope each of you will take yourself out with your pals sometime soon, if you can sit outside, for sure talk about whatever pleases you, and get some lemon meringue pie. 

P.S. Happy Birthday Nancy!

a quick mile after a day at work

These are all the things I would have missed if I had not walked after work on Wednesday. 

The dogwoods are especially pretty right this second.

Again with the "spring green" below. I swear that photo was not enhanced in any way. 

I love an early morning ramble, but this quick mile after a day at work puts the mind in a good place before the drive home. 

to more spring adventures

Today I got up, raced to work, gave a talk about VSED (Voluntarily Stopping Eating and Drinking), took care of a bit of the business and then did something I have not done in what seems like a long time.

I went on an ADVENTURE.

A spring scouting adventure. Where before buying anything (if you can resist) you look at all the wonderful things you might want to get for your porch this year.

And you consult with all the other smiling gardeners at the nursery to get their thoughts on whether it's too early to put these things out of doors here in Kansas yet. We may have some temps still in the mid 30's in the next 10 days. 

For sure the tropicals must wait. At least for me. Gosh aren't those leaves up above fabulous?!

After we filled our internal gardening spaces with ideas, colors, and all our dreams, we headed to Kaufman Gardens for a stroll.

We oohed, we aahhed, we exclaimed, we appreciated.

...and when we had our fill, we headed to our favorite French bistro for lunch and celebrated with lemon tart for dessert after we each ordered our favorite salad. 

Mary Joan and I highly recommend you split one of these if you go to Aixios. You will not be disappointed. 

Here's to more Spring Adventures!

it makes dusting such a pleasure

On an October adventure in Kansas City, my friend Mary Joan and I stumbled across this marvelous little shop, Homesong Market. 

If you are local, or here on an adventure, it's in Brookside at 6213 Oak Street. There are many interesting local shops in Brookside. You could spend the whole day there if you start at the Roasterie Cafe, check out the shops, go for a neighborhood walk, and then have lunch. 

There were many items to love at this spot (handmade brooms!) but the thing I could not resist, that I remain most excited about, is my feather duster. 

Don't laugh! It makes dusting such a pleasure. I think the idea of a feather duster snuck into my head when I was watching Mrs. Harris goes to Paris and when I saw them in the store I knew it was meant to be.  

P.S. In case you are wondering, Susan Hubbard (of Geneva Lake Wisconsin) invented the feather duster in 1876. It's important to keep useless facts like this around in your head, you never know when they may come in handy. 

Helpful links: homesong market

a lemon tartlet with whipped cream on the side

Along the lines of getting out, exploring, and making your own fun, as mentioned in my last post - yesterday I had lunch in Kansas City with the Huff's. We went to one of their favorites that I haven't been to in years - Andrés at 5018 Main St. This place has been around since the mid 1950's serving up Swiss-style confections. Yesterday I sampled the Quiche Lorraine, carrot salad, pickled beets, and a wonderful roll with butter - one of the best lunches I have had for awhile. Did I say it also came with a lemon tartlet with whipped cream on the side that was the perfect ratio of tart to sweet? Definitely worth a visit, if you can get the Huff's to go with you, all the better. Delightful company are they. 

I also went to the library to pick up a book and on the way out the door spotted this:

I had the best time getting these glimpses into the minds of others' perceptions of the pandemic. 

Maybe you are like me and can't handle long conversations about what it has been like. It's hard to listen sometimes when your own experiences are still right there. I have no energy for any debate about it. But this, this was different. 

As you can see, I was most taken with what kids had to "say" about it all. 

After looking at these, I might want to sit in a room with a bunch of kids and have them share their thoughts. Just what comes into their heads. Nothing programmed in by anyone else. 



High marks to the Lawrence Public library for this excellent project. 

the glue that keeps me together some days

Last night some of the Quails went out for dinner. Let me say that the Kimchee fries at Boru (75th and Wornall in Kansas City) are insanely delicious and I am sorry I did not get a photo of them. Go there and get some if you are local. Now back to the more important business of this post. We "unpacked our bags" with each other. In other words, we reflected on the hardness of the world on so many levels right now, chewed over our worries, and expressed gratitude for the gift of friendship. 

Below is another favorite poem that seems right for tonight along with the peonies from my table. Friendship, poetry, flowers, kindness it's the glue that keeps me together some days.

Kindness
    by Naomi Shihab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white
poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing
inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense
anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

 

Helpful links: Boru Asian Eatery

seen in 15 minutes or savored over 45 minutes

On a recent trip to the Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art in Kansas City, we hit the JACKPOT! In the form of this piece by Bisa Butler, A Man's Worth.  Pam, one of the prairie makers, had turned us on to her work several months ago and I have been following her instagram account.  When I turned a corner inside the gallery and spotted this I might have made a fool of myself. It is quilted and appliquéd cotton, wool, and chiffon... and it is stunning. 

Chris and Dan, the non-sewing members in our group, agreed it was the piece on display that most appealed to them.  There is a link below to the artists website, her work is beyond description so I won’t try except to say it grabs you... and it does not let you go. 



Several other pieces that caught my attention are below, including this "Wrapped Walk Ways" in Loose Park (Kansas City) by Christo and Jeanne-Claude. I love the writing on the photograph and the overview/plan. This was done in 1978 and was up for about 2 weeks. Seamstresses were involved! 

This museum is small and so easy to wander through. The exhibits take can be seen in 15 minutes or savored over 45 minutes to an hour. Highly recommended if you are in the area. Admission is free but they require reservations to limit the number of people in the galleries. Masks also required. 

Helpful links:

Bisa Butler Information including lots more of her amazing work. 

Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art website

...this dot on the map

This week Chris and I went to Union Station in Kansas City to see Auschwitz. Not long ago. Not far away. This exhibit, provides a history of the development of Nazi ideology and how the Polish town of Oświęcim became the place where over a million Jews and tens of thousands of others deemed inferior by the Nazis were murdered.  

This exhibit will be in Kansas City until mid January 2022. It is extremely moving, incorporating voices of survivors telling their stories, along with artifacts and photographs. You move through the different galleries at your own pace, with your individual device and headset that allows you to stop, start, or re-listen as needed. It is not be be missed. I will not attempt to describe it more than this. 

our bench was sturdy, the shade was bliss, and the ants stayed away

Today, after reading about a new exhibit of small ceramic buildings at the Nelson/Atkins museum in Kansas City, Chris and I headed over. To see what it was all about. We started our visit with the works of the Staffordshire potteries. They were designed sit on mantles and hold small charcoal or wooden discs that were dipped in essential oils that could be burned and improve the odors of the homes. Without all the modern amenities they tended to be pretty smelly places I guess. Plus, look how pretty they are. 

Modeled after castles, cottages, and places where ghoulish crimes had occurred, they were charming. I had never before heard of them. I do love European ceramic pottery. 

Next we headed for a glimpse of Claude Monet's water lilies - this is a lovely exhibit with the light changing over the course of a 10 minute time frame in which you can sit, watch, and listen to the recorded sounds from his garden. I had no idea that he created 250 (or so) paintings of water lilies, or that some were so large (this one is about 6 1/2 feet by almost 14 feet). 

Last stop was a rural, folk, and self-taught art exhibit. I had expected to see images like the one above by Calvin Balis. What really was interesting to me though were the "works" of Jesse Howard from Fulton, MO. A self taught artist and ardent defender of the First Amendment. 

A perfect combination of work to make me love ART in all it's forms, and appreciate the ability to go see it at such a lovely place. 

We ended our visit with a trip to the sculpture garden, where we sat on a bench and split a roast beef sandwich, a bag of Cheetos, an apple, and a cold bottle of iced tea.  All while we gazed at Henry Moore's bronze Upright Motive no. 9. Our bench was sturdy, the shade was bliss, and the ants stayed away. 

The joy of simple things.  

as the temp climbed, our plans changed

On a recent adventure with Mary Joan, the day started at Hi-Hat with a butter bean latte. We found ourselves a nice table under an umbrella, the perfect spot for catching up. Great latte, friendly baristas, excellent neighborhood to take a stroll through if you are so inclined. 

Our destination for the day - Independence, Missouri where we strolled around the square and saw flowers in pots, in window boxes, and in old washing machines. 

Festive banners were hanging, a display of aprons was spotted, and we sniffed the fragrant blossoms on a couple of magnificent magnolia trees.  

There were good signs on buildings and in windows, as well as Harry Truman history.  There is a lot of history in Independence, and we had good intentions to check it all out, but as the temp climbed, our plans changed. 

A long lunch that included salmon bruschetta and chilled white wine seemed like a really smart alternative. 

Plus a little bit of garden and antique exploring that resulted in a new gnome for me and a great idea for a prairie makers project.

I loved that the artist who did this lovingly stitched in her initials and the date - 1967. I wanted to call her up and talk about making this, what was her life like? Was she doing this on her own or in the company of other artists? Who doesn't want to make a self portrait like this after seeing it? I would want to fill the background with more details - subtle writing that is hand stitched with details about 2021. 

At the end of the day, these chairs were sat in and admired. The perfect conclusion to a day well spent.  

Joan's narrow escape from a carbon monoxide incident

Behold the Fraternite. My cocktail before dinner last night with the Quails at Aixois. It's the perfect summer aperitif, citrusy but with a touch of sweetness, cold, light, refreshing... made up of pear and ginger liqueurs, lime, simple syrup and sparkling wine.

We sat outside on the patio, where there were twinkling lights, the occasional soft breeze, and wonderful smells wafting out of the kitchen. The Quails have been going back and celebrating all the birthday dinners that we missed during the pandemic. In person. Together. 

Each item on the menu was evaluated, selections made carefully... I started with the Gazpacho, topped with a sliced avocado and a drizzle of olive oil. Smoothly blended, cool, perfectly seasoned, accompanied by baguette with butter and my drink. I could have stopped there, but did not.

We discussed Joan's narrow escape from a carbon monoxide incident, whether Nancy should have purchased a new pair of Gizeh's versus having the bed and cork replaced on her 12 year old pair, and there was discussion about our days working together and how we recognized then how good we had it. A large portion of the conversation near the end of our dinner was of course about WHERE we should go next. I wanted to come back to Aixois again next month, but realize the expansion of our repertoire is important. 

You may expect that I will be reporting back in July about the culinary delights we encounter on our next outing. 

it's fun to invent alternate lives

On a recent trip to the Kauffman Gardens near the plaza in Kansas City, my inner gardener was awakened, re-vitalized, and motivated.  Raise your hand if you want to make a bunch of key tassels like these and hang them up somewhere in your garden/porch/patio. Aren't they just simple and fabulous? Imagine them on a sunny day with the light filtering through. Sigh. 

I do not feel the need to have a buddha's hand citron in my garden, but a gardenia would be welcomed. The one below was covered with blooms and smelled heavenly.

Yes please to the argyranthemum above, especially with those artfully arranged curly branches. As soon as I win the lottery I am also getting a dancing girl in a water feature. 

Columbine, iris, allium, pansy's, and coral bells were all in top form. 

A peach iris is not generally my favorite, but this one was the exact color of an old "party-dress" we used to dress up in when we were kids. Hadn't thought of it in years. I remember none of the specifics of the playing, but the dress I recall in great detail. 

When I told Joan that these flowers looked like a dutch girl with braids, she told me her grandmother used to tell her they were "the bleeding heart of Jesus" when she was a kid way up in North Dakota years ago. 

Window shopping at the Crestwood shops is always enjoyable, especially after a spring salad (butter lettuce, grilled shrimp, avocado, orange, grapefruit, candied walnuts, dried cranberries) eaten out of doors at Aixois. We sat and imagined the lives of the other diners around us. What they did, what kind of house they lived in, what their relationships were like, what routines they had. You know, just the usual stuff you do when you go out and see PEOPLE again. 

We passed by a house while we were out and I had to screech on the brakes to take photos of the poppies. The house next door was for sale and we discussed the pros and cons of buying it, how we would decorate, rockers versus a swing versus regular chairs for the front porch, etc... It's fun to invent alternate lives. 

It was a lovely day. Not taken for granted, each detail tucked in a special folder to be opened again when needed. 

plans, ideas, dreams, to look forward to

Beauty, coffee, history, laughter, the search for potential acquisitions, and culinary explorations have become the essential agenda items for days devoted to adventure. Curiosities should also be sought out if possible. 

These crested euphorbias filled the curiosity bill nicely recently.

One will be on my back patio this summer. I feel certain.

These "pop your eyes out" fuchsia geraniums were spectacular. Too early here for planting them, which in no way lessened my enjoyment at gazing upon them.  

This months history lesson was a visit to the Avenue of Murals in downtown Kansas City, Kansas. This project was begun in 2004 with the help of professional artists in residence and involved local high school kids. How cool is that? We only got to 3 of them, there are a total of eight. Shown below are a celebration Mexican folkloric dancing, one which honors the building that housed a local newspaper and features a printer, and one representing modern and traditional Hmong culture. Vibrant and beautiful. 

Below, in the realm of culinary experiences, is one of the most delicious things I have ever eaten. Butternut squash hummus. I must puzzle out a recipe to try at home. Holy Smokes it was good. 

While we were eating it, we came up with a whole list of things to do in the near, and not so near future. It's good to have plans, ideas, dreams... to look forward to. 

P.S. if you live in the KC area and you want to try the butternut squash hummus - get yourself to Brown & Loe in the river market area. 

I filled up all those spaces inside that needed replenishing

Last week when Joan and I met up for an adventure, I told her "tell Chuck you won't be home until at least 3:30, I have plans for us", without missing a beat, she assured me she was up for it. 

If you live in the KC area, and you go to Family Tree Nursery, you probably already know about the coffee spot that's there now (Equinox). Outside! With distanced tables! Among the plants! Some kind of a genius thinker put this plan together. Win-Win. 

After getting a couple of "blue moon" latte's we hit the road for a history lesson. 

We headed to City Hall, where I had planned for us to have a view of the city from the Observation Deck. Which, it turns out, has been closed since COVID hit. 

No matter. This extremely nice security guard and one of his buddies told us to go up to the 28th floor and look out the windows and then go to the 26th floor and look at the photos of all the previous mayors. 

Which we did, and found enjoyable as well as informative. I did not know that Kansas City was "chartered" in 1850. But now I do. The building has a cool Art Deco style with interesting details. A return visit when the deck is open will be planned. 

Next up - the West Bottoms and a trip to the new (to me) Hammerpress location.  I do so love all things letterpress and this store never disappoints. 

We drove among the warehouses and spotted places to return to on some "first Friday" when most of them are open. Antique stores, art spots, places I couldn't say what they were... all interesting looking. 

We cruised by the Crestwood shops to see what was in the windows. 

Then a stop for lunch at Aixois. Which by the way, has the best French onion soup. Their drink menu looked intriguing and when it warms up, cocktails on the patio will be happening. Gosh it was good to get "out" just a bit.  in a way that can only be met in the company of a dear friend. 

P.S. Less you think I am out and about and behaving indiscriminately, Joan and I have both received vaccines (me as a health care provider, she as a volunteer vaccinator), are well versed in social distancing, and are masked up. All the spots we visited had mask requirements, and they were well enforced. 

every little thing, every big thing, and everything in between

Remember the "old days", when we took for granted the ability to go somewhere and have a coffee with a friend? 

This week Joan and I met up and checked out a new (for me) spot in Kansas City.  Splitlog Coffee on Olive, in the Pendleton Heights neighborhood, was absolutely fantastic. 

Great neighborhood spot with indoor and outdoor seating. One empty table between each table with chairs = lots of space inside and good distancing. Masks required inside and anytime you get up from your table. A clean, minimalist style, and good tunes also got high marks. 

A very friendly barista is always appreciated... especially if he is nice AND makes a superior latte.

They offer food at this location too. Those pretty pink frosted cake doughnuts were screaming at me from inside the case, but I left them for the 2 girls who might be coming in later in the morning. We settled instead for a couple of Fireside Latte's - rich espresso with a touch of housemade cherry syrup in perfectly steamed milk with a nice foam top. 

Mary Joan and I talked about every little thing, every big thing, and everything in between the little and the big. I look forward to the time when we can look back on this pandemic instead of being squeezed in the middle of it. In the meantime, with the numbers rising I recognize the need to look for more ways to "lighten the load". But for today, I lived completely in the moment, carefully enjoying every second with a dear friend.

Helpful links: Splitlog Coffee

she rode the trolley to work

You will recall my mention of the sweet potato latte a few posts back. Along with my vow to get there soon, and describe the visit. I worried that perhaps I had blown it up into something that could never taste as good as it did in my mind. 

I was wrong, wrong, wrong. It was better than my imaginings - smooth, creamy, perfectly blended, with hints of sweet potato but not cinnamon. In no way like pumpkin. That big home-made marshmallow that you see on top, slowly melting into a sea of sweet potato, espresso, and milk, that has been kissed with a hint of nutmeg and torched to give that tiny hint of smoke... oh. I left it in the cup until the latte was exactly 1/4 gone then I reached in with my fingers and scooped it into my mouth. Unapologetically, I warmed Joan to look away it was not going to be pretty. But it was wonderful.

When you go, which you must if you are in the area, enjoy the view of the landmark Western Auto sign with the turning tree in the foreground. At the Monarch location on Grand there is indoor seating - well spaced and it's not crowded, but instead go across the street to that little park and marvel at the wonder of Kansas City.  

When you are done there, zip over to the Nelson/Atkins and stroll through the sculpture garden. 

It is a treasure. Above and below is a bronze work by Judith Shea - Storage.

I told Joan she might get stuck in that sculpture, but she had tomfoolery on her mind and there was no stopping her. Interacting with art is hard to resist.

At the very top of the museum walls on the outside there is this quote by Victor Hugo.  I am not sure why I have not noticed it before. "The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real.  It is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live." It speaks to the need for art in the world. 

Above is Peace on Earth by Jacques Lipchitz.

The paths for walking among the sculptures is shaded in many parts and there are benches for sitting. And reading. 

The Large Bather, by Pierre-Auguste Renoir is spectacular. Strong, capable, perfect. The meandering Walking Wall is made of stone from the flint hills and is the work of Andy Goldsworthy. No mortar was used in it's creation. 

Finally, we closed our morning with an outdoor lunch. Where we discussed when it might be safe to fly and the medical management of the Donald's COVID 19.

But the most interesting topic of conversation was that Marti Huff, in 1943, at the age of 19, worked on the 12th floor of the Western Auto building as the executive secretary to the Vice-President. She rode the trolley to work and her favorite coat may have had squirrel trim on the bottom. 

Thank you to the Huff girls, for making me an adopted sister. How else would I get to hear such stories?

sharp-witted women who are walking ahead of me on the path

The absolute pleasure of a day spent with a dear friend can not be underestimated. Especially when you have been in separate "bubbles" for the past 6 months. Today was all about catching up, supporting local businesses, anticipation of fall, reminiscing, enjoying looking at pretty houses and landscaping, and then the unexpected pleasure of lunch with Nancy and Marti.

If you are in the KC area, and have not yet been to the marketplace at meadowbrook, get yourself there. We started with a latte that was fabulous (I might have taken photos of the wallpaper inside to attempt to draw later), headed to Kauffman gardens, skipped over to Jadore where we found everything to jumpstart our fall decorating, and then lunch.

It is not everyday you get to have lunch with a 96 year old, with whom you can share stories about what to do when your "dobbers are down". I don't know about you, but I need contact with sharp-witted women who are walking ahead of me on the path. 

You may want to know the roses at Loose Park are spectacular right now and the swings aren't bad either. We also encountered a dog named Jimmy at the park whose owner schooled us in the benefits of furry 4-legged friends.  Below is the candle and a box of matches I could not resist at Tyler Kingston Mercantile in the Mission shops. 

Finally, when we returned to where we started the day, I was forced to purchase an old-fashioned and a jalapeño-pinapple margarita to go. This is what I will say about that... the opportunity to pour a perfectly mixed drink over ice, in the comfort of your own home, without having to drive anywhere later, and sip on it while you discuss plans for a hike in the prairie on Saturday, is a benefit of the pandemic that I for one may be indulging in again. Holy biscuits - who knew getting a cocktail to go was a thing? The old fashioned was delicious. I might have also gotten a monster cookie for dessert after the hike. In case we wear ourselves out and need reviving. 

P.S. A smart reader pointed out to me that Nancy and Marti are sitting very close together for pandemic times. Good for you for calling this out. Marti is Nancy's mom and they are in the same bubble.

a shady spot to sit and swing my legs

Recently, on a walk I haven't been on in many years (Shawnee Mission park), I found much to like. Things like Bee Hotels, sunflowers and spider webs, winding paths, and benches with views if there was a need to sit.

I also spotted yellow coneflowers, tall trees, and tempting turns off the main trail. Which of course were taken.

I spied cairns, wild allium, and bluebirds perched up high. The vibrant blue of their wings when they are in flight makes me want to clap. 

And when I had walked enough, there was a shady spot to sit and swing my legs, while I drank my water and looked at this view. 

Happy Friday all, hope your weekends are filled with walks or whatever it is that brings you the feeling I had at the conclusion of this morning.

 

they look good all the time

The pots on the back sitting area at Tall Tales headquarters were properly "filled up" recently. It started with a 45 minute shopping appointment at a Kansas City nursery that has a varied assortment of succulents. Including some more unusual specimens.

I really appreciated that they limited the numbers of people who could be in the place at one time, required a mask, and had signage to encourage proper distancing at the check outs etc. 

As you can see, I had no trouble finding everything I needed and then some.

I also brought out 5 of the little pots I wintered over, to add them back to this year's pots. 

Sister and I love to go to nursery's, botanical gardens, etc... when we travel. I am always so jealous that she can buy whatever she wants to bring back to her home, so I really had a great time making my selections. I was especially happy to find the Kalanchoe "flapjacks" with the red edges above along with a fairly large "sticks on fire".

This year I took care not to put in specimens that will completely take over a pot... I sure hope that "string of pearls does well  and spills over the edge of the pot below. 

That bright lime crassula sunset jade also made me really happy.  I will certainly be wintering over some of that. All the jade plants from last year are on my front porch and did great over the winter.

I plan to provide regular updates of the progress of these pots. 

If succulents aren't your thing, you can fast forward. But seriously, doesn't everyone LOVE succulents these days? They are so easy, tolerate the sun, require little attention, are interesting to look at with all the different colors and textures, are much more widely available locally than they used to be, and finally the very top reason... they look good all the time. I hope I didn't just jinx myself. 

P.S. I will appreciate your suggestions for your favorite flowering vine that will do well in a pot in a spot that gets sun from about 11am until sunset everyday. 

"closed for spraying"

The rain did not stop me from my appointed rounds at Loose Park recently. I am pretty sure that I have been here in the rain before and for sure I will come in the rain again.

When I arrived I noticed a sign that said the rose garden was closed. I felt certain they meant for everyone BUT me. To be sure though I walked around to the opposite side.

Sure enough, there was a sign on that side that said "closed for spraying". 

Except it was raining, and no one was spraying, and in small print it said "if you are from Lawrence Kansas and you see no reason not to come right in, please do so".

So I did.

The rest of the park was lovely as well.  Nary a soul did I see on my ramble. 

To say it was splendid does not quite capture the feeling, but you get the idea.

making new memories to pile on top of all the old ones

Scenes from a day well spent.

If you haven't been to Monarch Coffee in midtown Kansas City, you might want to scurry over there. Nancy told me they were voted best coffee in Missouri by Food and Wine magazine so you know I had to try it. 

I broke from my usual routine and got the "malted milk latte". After the delightful fellow below described it to me as tasting like you "bit into a whopper", how could I not? He also brought us our own bottle of water and glasses. Which we hadn't even requested. Unheard of, and yet such a nice touch.  

Joan and I laughed, talked a mile a minute, filled up our eyes with all things SPRING at J'Adore and then stopped at Heirloom Bakery for lunch.

Not just any lunch. The "Melt" consisted of a sandwich on pressed whole wheat granola bread, with sour cherry bacon jam, white cheddar, thin slices of Granny Smith apple, shallots, toasted walnuts, garlic tarragon goat cheese spread, and spinach.  All toasted up, nice and melty like. If you are still standing you should call and see when they are featuring it again. It was that good. 

This photo in no way does justice to the sandwich, but what it does do is show you they know what they are doing when they toast their bread. Crispy, buttery, smoky, tart, creamy and it all went well with a kale salad.  

Flowers on the table never hurt either. Nor do pretty paper straws.

Oh it had been a while since Joan and I hung out together. Too long. Consider this your reminder to call up your old pals and go spend some time together making new memories to pile on top of all the old ones. 

each better as a result of a human connection

Recently, on a pilgrimage to the Kauffman Gardens in KC, I saw butterflies, sculptures in fountains, spider plants, tree's in even rows, a mass of bowing yellow flowers, beautiful light on red caladiums, and I met Duane.  

Duane was in the middle of a little tree carving when I spotted him. I did not interrupt. But when he walked by and greeted us in a friendly fashion, indicating his openness to conversation, I dived in. 

Duane is from Norton Kansas and has been keeping the gardens at the Kauffman in tip-top shape since 1999. That tree sculpture is going to be part of the "Christmas in Hawaii" theme that will be happening in December. Also a great way to deal with a tree that has died, I might add. He reminded us of the February event too - orchids in the cat house. Well, it's not officially a cat house, it's where they put the citrus trees and other tender pots during the super cold months. But in my defense, it is where the guardian of the garden lives. And the orchids.

Duane also introduced us to the "buttered popcorn" plant. If you brush against it, particularly in the heat of the day, you would swear you were at the cinema.   

Nothing makes me happier than making the acquaintance of a friendly person like Duane. Just a quick interaction, so I could tell him how much his work is appreciated, he could share beneficial information with me, then we both moved on, each better as a result of a human connection.  

a most agreeable sort of day

The walking, looking, picnicking, adventure we had planned yesterday went off without a hitch.  Plan #1 to go to the Konza Tall Grass Prairie was scrapped in favor of a trip in the other direction, away from the storms (at least for the time frame we had planned) to Powell Gardens.

It was humid.  Which you would think I would be used to living in Kansas, but the first really humid day of the year is still an adjustment.  Then you remember we have deodorant and showers, and deal with it.  

We were greeted by giant alium. Always a good sign.  Closely followed by dogwoods and giant bronze bunnies.  

Then came curving stone/rock walls with plants tumbling out of them and tall purple iris.  

There is not a show-stopping display of roses here, but I did find them throughout the gardens and thoroughly enjoyed looking at them.  

We are still in peony season here, though they have been beaten down a bit by the rain. They have a lovely area full of peonies in the perennial garden.  

If I was going to be buried when I die, I would want someone to plant a whole bunch of peonies right on top of me.  

There were woodland trails covered in shade and throughout the gardens were spots for pulling over, sitting down, and having a look around.  

There was an area with fountains, water plants, and plenty of inspiration for whatever kind of garden you have.

Right before we left I spotted this succulent pot on steroids. I have already planted my strawberry pot full of succulents.  But I am now wondering if I don't have a second pot somewhere in my garage that may also need to be planted. Can one have too many succulent pots?  I think not.  

Most importantly, there were NO mosquitos on our adventure, it did not rain while we were there, and there were table and chairs inside the lovely visitors center that were perfect for a picnic.  Of sorts. AND they had local honey for sale in the gift shop! All in all, a most agreeable sort of day.

who will be most festive of all on Christmas Day

Getting together with friends you somehow don't see as often as you should, because life gets in the way, is a Christmas gift to myself.

Running into Stephen Green who happened to be taking photos in the area and snapped one of Liz and I in front of the Kauffman Center, was a happy coincidence.  

When talking about what we should do with our day, I said "lets look at pretty things".  And so we did.  

Pretty Christmas tableau's at Trapp and Company on Main, along with this super-soft neck and shoulder wrap that I could not talk Liz into buying, though it is perfect for her.  It might still be there if you want it.  It was the last one though, so you better be quick.  

Pretty doors and windows on the plaza (and why didn't I notice that plaid neck wrap when I was taking this photo and go into the store and buy it?).  

There was also this guy playing drums in his car, with the windows down, on the plaza, which was pretty hilarious.  

Supplies for making pretty banners and these eye-catching Christmas party necklaces at Stuff in Brookside.  Guess which one I bought?  Hint... I will be the most festive of all on Christmas day at the Mulvenon family gathering.  Totally out of character but I could not help myself.  This is what happens when you are with your friend, laughing about all the things you use to do and all the things you can't remember.  You forget who you are momentarily and imagine yourself as someone who can carry off this look.  

A pretty tree with blue furry flowers that could not live at my house but was fun to look at, and this pretty AND delicious salad eaten sitting at the counter, while we watched all the activity going on in the kitchen at Webster house.

There were multitudinous amounts of pretty table linens at Pryde's.  One of my serious weaknesses.  One kitchen towel was purchased.  I did NOT buy this perfect pink tree that we discovered out on the back porch upstairs.  It needs a kid's bedroom to live in if you happen to have one.    

Nope.  No pecan bars either.  But look how perfect they are.  Very pretty. 

What I did come home with was a great sense of well-being.  One that comes from spending a nice day with a friend; sipping a turkish latte, zipping here and there, trying to recall the names of stores that are gone, Liz telling me about the "2 wreath fountain trick", resolving not to let a whole year go by before we see each other again.  

Yikes!  One more pretty thing.  I know I have already gone on too long, but they are so pretty and you MUST see them.

I almost had to be resuscitated when I saw how cute they were.  I am thinking of adopting the entire group.  

"supplies and space for people who turn yarn into art"

Even though I live in the town in Kansas that has the BEST local yarn store in the entire state (the Yarn Barn), it is important when I hear about a new spot, I check it out.  Word on the street should never be ignored.  What follows is my report on Yarn Social KC.

First of all it's in a great location.  Scratch that.  It's a terrible location.  Way to close to where I work.  

The store itself has a really nice feel to it.  Not too crowded, but with a nice selection of yarns.  

The owner, Trish Fitzsimmons, was really friendly.  Even after I asked her way too many questions.  AND she was happy to have me take some pictures.  

They had great gift ideas for the yarn lover in your life, plus all the notions that you didn't know you needed.

There was a hangout spot (with amazing lighting!) for sitting and knitting in community with your friends.

I already mentioned the hand dyed yarn right?  Like this basket of skeins that started calling to me the minute I walked in.  

I love coffee enough to support multiple coffee shops.  I feel the same way about yarn.  

The prairie makers will have to take a field trip here.  Soon.

The motto on Trish's business card reads "supplies and space for people who turn yarn into art".  Check it out.  You will be delighted. I know I was.   

sugarplums did dance in my head while I slept

If you are not a girl between the ages of 5 and 12, you may not love what I am going to show you today.  But then again, even I can look back and imagine how it would be to walk in to J'adore in Brookside and see this at that age.

Heck, I think it's pretty spectacular at the tail end of my 50's.  

Colorful, sparkly, bright, and happy.  I could pull up a chair and just sit for hours.

Maybe sip on some hot cocoa and nibble on a shortbread cookie, while waiting for Santa and his elves.

Oh the sheer delight of all that pink!

This is one of my Kansas City favorites at Christmas time.  I highly recommend a visit if you live in the area.  When you get done inside, skip across the street to Heirloom Bakery and Hearth.

You might need a cookie while you sit down and let all you have just seen sink in.  

Or you might do what I did and get a big bowl of curry vegetable soup and a kale squash feta scone.  And then I drove home and took the most pleasant of naps.  And yes, sugarplums DID dance in my head while I slept.  

you miss it most when you know you won't be able to see it again

Forewarning:  Excuse all the photos of myself in this post.  Mary Joan and I couldn't help ourselves.  Isn't that what you do when you get together with your sister (quail friends count as sisters)?

The Mission Road Antique Mall in Kansas City is closing after 30+ years in this location.  So we got together to take a last walk through, and "say goodbye to yesteryear" as Mary Joan put it.  

We have been quite a number of times over the years, and just like anything else you are going to lose, you miss it most when you know you won't be able to see it again.  

There are rumors it will re-open in a new location.  But you know how rumors go. 

I glanced longingly at this french dish rack.  Wishing I had just the place for it.  

A "selfie in hats" tradition started many years ago.  We of course could not skip it on our last visit.  

Apothecary jars and a pair of groovy pink chairs caught my eye.

As did these books with their enticing spines that reminded me of a series we had when we were kids.

Mosaics and crocheted afghans provided ideas for future things to make.  

And I walked by this mercury glass bowl full of vintage Christmas balls although I was certain I needed it.

Same for this Santa that would have been perfect on the front porch.

But the thing we will most likely regret not buying in years to come are these coats we picked out for each other.

But we will always have the photos, and the memories of a really wonderful day.  

shopping with my eyes

In late November and early December I love to take advantage of all the beautiful holiday displays around the city.  One of my favorite spots for doing this is at The Crestwood Shops on 55th street just off Brookside Blvd in Kansas City, Missouri.

Drive right up, park your car, get out, and explore.

It's completely free, provides all sorts of ideas, and makes me happy.

When you are done looking you can duck into Cafe Europa for lunch.  Save room for dessert.  The lemon cake is legendary.  

Or if you are there early in the morning, go into Aixois for a coffee and a croissant.  It's cozy and warm and you can gaze out at all the snow and watch the locals come in for their morning shot of Joe.

Hours of fun.  Shopping with my eyes, no money spent.  Well, except for the latte and that flaky, buttery, pastry.  Which was perfect.

Bernadette and Bill at the Hi-Hat

Today, after work, when I stopped at Hi-Hat Coffee, I expected to get a great iced coffee.  Which I did.  Actually I ended up getting the iced honey lavender latte (on the recommendation of a very nice man ahead of me in line) and it was divine.  Not too sweet.  Cold.  Perfect.  

What I did not expect was to meet Bernadette.  She told us about the contest up the street where you could guess the number of chocolate pieces in a big jar and if you are correct, you win the whole thing.  She was 100% delightful.  Just the kind of person you want to meet after a long day at work.  

If that wasn't already enough, when we walked outside the best table in place was waiting for us.  In the shade.  

But WAIT!  It gets better.  When we were headed to our cars I spotted someone else who caught my eye and we started to chat.  Turns out he was Bill Guilfoil and if you click on his name you can learn all about him.  When we shook hands as we were leaving he stood up, looked me straight in the eye, and smiled.  Oh I do love a gentleman.  

I have decided there must be some kind of magical vortex under Hi-Hat Coffee.  My friend and I agreed that weekly sessions will be needed.    

None of this, by the way, is a Tall Tale. All 100% ordinary wonderfulness, on a Thursday in Kansas City.    

a giant painting of Ronald Reagan on his horse

Unaware that the Santa Caligon Festival was happening in Independence this weekend, Chris and I trekked over there from Lawrence the other day.  The plan was:  A.  check out Vivilore, B. see what was happening on the square, and C. visit the Trails museum.  

Unfortunately the hundreds of people scrambling around for parking and first dibs on whatever was being sold, dissuaded us from B and C.   Since item A, which included a noon lunch reservation, was the impetus for the adventure in the first place, we carried on.  Outings are most fun when you operate on the premise that plans are made to be broken adjusted.  

 

After looking in the windows in the area where we were lunching, and me telling Chris (again) about my sixth grade teacher, Mr. Arthur, who taught us to make paper mâché puppets and put on a Punch and Judy show, we went on to the main event.  

If you live in the area, a trip to Vivilore might be right up your alley.  Especially if you like looking at antiques and home goods all displayed in a rambling fashion that you have to find your way through.  It's also where you can see a giant painting of Ronald Reagan on his horse (for the small sum of $15,000) right next to a collection of the delightful work of Lori C. Mitchell, and get a great steak/roasted vegetable salad with a glass of wine, or an amazing club sandwich with a nice cold beer.  

Good fun, all around.

a resident cat to pet

Last week on a quick pilgrimage to the Kauffman Gardens I was treated to a feast of flowers.  Including allium, iris, a stray rose or two, peonies ready to bloom, and dogwoods dropping their petals. 

There was also the resident cat to pet and lots of spots to sit; for soaking in the quiet splendor.  Afterwards, there was a trip to a favorite coffee spot. 

I do love a good field trip. 

the perfect casual spot for a drink, a laugh, a meal, and 2 orders of Brussels sprouts

The Quails went to the Pressed Penny Tavern recently to celebrate a birthday.

Quail Nancy's birthday to be precise.  She is our resident beer expert.  But that is NOT the reason she selected Pressed Penny for her celebration dinner.

No.  We went for these.  These Brussels sprouts, which we have all agreed are the best in Kansas City. 

They are fried but not greasy, topped with smoky prosciutto pieces, candied lemon, chopped walnuts, sea salt, and a drizzle of honey. 

Full disclosure, we ate 2 servings.  You will too.  When you go. 

I hope you get this exceedingly delightful man to wait on you when you are there.  He's another reason to visit. 

Let me not forget the smoked hummus. Crazy good. 

Joan laughed at me and asked if I was feeling like a horse when I ordered the "grain bowl" for my entree. 

But she stopped laughing when she saw how amazing it was. 

Pressed Penny is a very friendly place.  These guys live just down the street.  One of them may be related to a quail. 

I hope they have their version of key lime pie when you visit. It's tart and creamy and you will want to lick the serving dish but you can't because you already licked the Brussels sprout dish.  Once is understandable.  Twice is inexcusable unless you are in the privacy of your own home. 

Good choice Nancy.  This is the perfect casual spot for a drink, a laugh, a meal, and 2 orders of Brussels sprouts. 

the neighborhoods are dressed in their Spring finery

The dogwoods are on parade in the Kansas City area right now.  Sensational is the word that comes to mind. 

Call a friend, slip on your sneakers, the neighborhoods are dressed in their Spring finery.  Just waiting for me.  And maybe for you? 

a 4 year old "foodie" who wanted to be sure I knew what his favorite item on the menu was

If you are in the Kansas City area, do yourself the favor of paying a visit to McClain's on Gregory sometime.

I cruised on by last week with THE Thompson girls.

Their avocado toast is to die for.  The sprouts and feta give it a unique spin and the whole grain toast is robust and chewy (I am forever in your debt for telling me about this Emily). 

But you could always go with this. 

Or pick something entirely different off the menu.

There was a 4 year old "foodie" there who wanted to be sure I knew what his favorite item on the menu was.  Unequivocally. 

While you are there you can pick up a cake.

Or take a self portrait in their window.

If that happens to be your thing. 

If you are lucky, maybe the Thompson girls will still be hanging out. And will offer to take you on an adventure.  

a moment of perfect contentment

She (one of the shrewd local librarians) found it!  And within a week or so of my request. High marks to the Lawrence public library. 

Which means I have been introduced to Penelope, Nancy, Olivia, and Cosmo.   I am not at all sure about that Nancy, or her seemingly worthless children and husband George.  But it's early on and I shall keep an open mind.  All of this means that I will be strolling through the Cotswalds, with the occasional train trip to London, and a short jaunt to Ibiza this weekend.  All from the comfort of my home, where we have gray skies and a steady gentle drizzle. 

I do also intend to plant pansies, make banana bread, and be available to supervise Chris as he prepares a brisket and coleslaw for supper. 

And one more thing.  While I am rambling on... yesterday after attending a class and having a most excellent Bloody Mary with a friend (at The Webster House in Kansas City - if you live near you should try one), I jumped in the car to head home and This is Love by Mary Chapin Carpenter was on the radio.  I turned it up full blast, opened the sun roof, and recognized that I was experiencing a moment of perfect contentment.  I love it when I can appreciate (when it's happening) these simple joys.  Happy Sunday.  

 

check things in advance rather than rushing in the finishing

About 6 weeks ago, in the middle of a cold snap, my knitting friends and I decided that come April we should go out to Unity Village.  "We can check out the roses, walk the labyrinth, and knit in the bookstore/coffee shop". 

So today we did one out of three, which we all decided was perfectly acceptable.   And means that, a return visit in 6-8 weeks to check the progress of the roses will be required.   Cause there were darn sure no roses today. 

Joan, the newest knitter of the group, is putting all of us to shame by finishing her sweater before the rest of us are even close.  Not only is this her first sweater, it's a complicated pattern, that fits perfectly, and looks amazing!   You might notice that she has started another one. 

Pam had me wanting to try a stranded knitting project.   So amazing to watch the design come to life before our eyes.  I will take more photos as she progresses. It's a Brooklyn Tweed pattern with the colorwork around the wrists as well as the neck/shoulders. 

Meanwhile Ann is speeding along on a lovely cotton sweater to take on her trip to Australia this summer. 

Just so you won't think I did nothing but drink chai tea lattes, take photos, and gab... here is my progress. 

I thought I had only about an inch to go until I reach the underarm where things start to change. 

However, when I pulled out a vest, which fits properly, I see I may need to do another 2 inches in order for it to be a length that I will be happy with.   I have finally learned it pays off in the end when I check things in advance rather than rushing in the finishing.  

paddling two-by-two

 March means the days of romping in the out-of-doors are upon us.

Families off on adventures that await just beyond the bushes.  Bugs to examine, treasures to find.

Meanwhile, geese glide and girls with swingy pony tails walk their sassy pups. 

Roses are starting to emerge from the cold of winter.  

Ducks with those amazing blue/green feathered heads are paddling two-by-two. 

Ginormous trees stand at the ready, waiting to catch an unsuspecting kite. 

Note to self:  plan lots of outings to Loose Park this spring.  Bring a blanket next time so you can lay flat on your back and stare up at the sky. 

the moments that make life sing

Brookside, on a Friday morning, in March.  

Shamrocks in the windows.

Super cool things in Stuff to look at. 

Followed by avocado toast and a long chat with a friend.  These are the moments that make life sing. 

it was served tableside on a smoked plank

Allow me to introduce what could be the most delicious cocktail consumed in 2017.  The “Smoked Old Fashioned”.  

Basil Hayden’s bourbon, a dash of chocolate bitters, with a garnish of orange peel and three dark cherries.  AND it was served tableside on a smoked plank.  If you live near an Eddie V’s go get yourself one and see if you don’t agree with the title I am bestowing on it.

I am not sure what has caused my latest love affair with bourbon.  But right now we are deep into the infatuation phase... and showing no signs of cooling off.  

went to work gussying up the house

You likely have a place you wander through for ideas, before you go up to your attic or down to your basement to get out the Halloween, Thanksgiving, or general "fall" labeled box(es) or bag(s).   For me it will always be J'adore in Brookside.   

Just that little push to get me going.  A glimpse to get the ideas percolating. 

It's a feast for the eyes.  Orange, brown, yellow, green, halloween, pumpkin, thanksgiving, everything fall you could think of and more.  I came straight home and went to work gussying up the house.   And I do mean gussy.  In the very best sense of the word. 

a sidewalk that coaxes you along

There was a pilgrimage to Kauffman gardens this week.  A little jewel tucked into the heart of the city. 

Where the dahlias had me exclaiming.

And the asters, mums, and zinnias whispered "don't forget about us".   

There is always time for flower meditation here.  Benches to sit on.  And a sidewalk that coaxes you along.  To everything you need to see. 

Even if you didn't know you needed to see it. 

 

the intangible qualities of fall

My favorite month to have a day off, in the middle of the week, is October.  For the weather, the colors, the neighborhood walks, and to immerse myself in all the intangible qualities of fall. 

The perfect fall day for me can include a neighborhood drive where there are pumpkins on the porch, maybe a cobweb or two with a spider dangling down.  A sit in a coffee shop with people in sweaters holding warm mugs and a faint aroma of spices mingling with the scent of freshly ground beans.  A chat with a friend about our recent travels, what we have been making, and what we may create in the months to come. 

There are many uncertainties in life.  It's important to balance that with the things you can count on.  The stuff that makes you feel good.  Like the incredible sense of well being found in a fall afternoon, with a friend. 

the "should do" versus the "could do"

On Tuesday, at 11:09 am, I disembarked from my vehicle at Loose Park.  As I strolled among flowering trees and expanses of green grass I encountered a lady in a dress with sandals, on the swing set, pumping her legs like a 4 year old. 

 

There were flowering shrubs to see, trees with textured trunks to touch, and lilacs to be sniffed. 

A man in a bucket hat walking his white poodle with a bobbed tail smiled and said "hello" to me. 

Two friends out for a stroll stopped to take pictures of ducks on the pond, and I saw two blue-jays, a robin, and a grackle playing games together.  

There were benches for sitting in a grouping of evergreens and the scent produced by the sun warming the pine straw made me sit for awhile.  With my eyes closed.  Remembering all of the the places in my life I have smelled that exact fragrance. 

I saw gloved gardeners tending the roses and a group of kids on a field trip running around; laughing as their sweaters trailed off their backs, their teachers reminding them to "be careful". 

Then I got back in my car and headed for 1900 Barker in Lawrence, where upon the advice of Quail Nancy, I ordered the Botanical Shrub.  Sigh.  The baguette jumped into my hand of it's own accord.  Double sigh.  

This is a classic demonstration of how the "should do" ought to be generally ignored in favor of the "could do" to derive maximum enjoyment out of a couple of agenda free hours on a Tuesday in April.    

The end. 

we gave ourselves high marks for ingenuity

Mary Joan and I did not let a little thing like the weather keep us from our appointed rounds today.

We had plans.  Springlike plans.  Plans to fill our eyes with bunnies and flowers and all things green and sprouting or blooming.   

For the record, I did not buy a bunny with lily of the valley coming out of his ear.  But I kind of wanted to. 

Then it was back in the car, down the ramp, onto the highway (by mistake), off the highway, up and down the one way streets of the downtown area of KC.  Refusing to use a phone for directions because "we need to be able to figure this stuff out on our own - like in the old days!" 

And of course, find it we did.  Brown and Loe.  The designated lunch spot. 

After a bit of deliberation I settled on the Roasted Butternut Squash sandwich with feta, peppadew jam, and arugula on whole grain toasted bread - with a side of cream of mushroom soup.  OH! but it was good.  The perfect lunch for a rainy spring day.  Warm soup, bright arugula, sweet and smoky butternut squash - I think that sums it up.  Joan would completely disagree and tell you to get the buttermilk chicken sandwich that was dressed with smoked gouda, apple fennel slaw, sweet pickles and ancho tomato jam - and some darn good crispy, salty, fries on the side.  I only know the fries were good because Joan insisted I try them. 

The restaurant is in an old bank building from the 1920's with cool architectural details.  Worth a trip for sure. 

When we each got back to your respective homes we did some serious "home-making" and sent each other photos of our work. 

We gave ourselves high marks for ingenuity, using items we already owned with just a few new purchases to freshen things up. 

I spotted these pillows and have added "make free motion circle quilted pillows" to the to-do list.  There are simply not enough hours in the day for all the things I need to try my hand at.  

a whole new level of carving expertise

These are some of the pumpkins I saw on display Monday night in the windows of a store in Kansas City.  All created by students at the Kansas City Art Institute.  They bring the art of pumpkin carving to a whole new level.

I remember seeing a display they did several years ago and thinking at the time how spectacular it was. 

My feelings have not changed one bit.  I wish I would have had my other camera with me.   I made do.  Note to self:  start practicing now so you can try something like this next year.    

if all goes according to plan

I have been reading a great book, which I AM going to tell you all about (as soon as I have completed it) but today I want to tell you about how I took some advice from the book, turned it on it's head, and had a most successful result.  

The advise was to do something different, out of your norm, unexpected, to shake things up and have fun.   So, in the name of doing something "unusual", way out of my comfort zone, I thought about getting into my swimsuit and going to the pool at the high school to swim laps the other day.

Then I came to my senses, remembered I do VERY unusual things all the time, and planned a top notch regular day off.  That included nothing out of the ordinary. 

It started with a "baked pumpkin maple latte" with cold fresh whipped cream and a whisper of nutmeg and a good hour of shooting the breeze with Mary Joan.  This was followed by a quick trip to a nearby garden for scouting purposes.  Insect hotels are on the fall project list and I needed to examine the structure of some carefully. 

Once the details were recorded we headed downtown to an architectural salvage place because it had been years since we've been.

Unfortunately it will just a bit longer as they are not open on Mondays.  It was a good drive though and we passed by 7 other places we put on the list to visit in the immediate future.  All of this worked up quite an appetite so we tossed around 3 ideas for where to get the best salad in town.   And settled on Cafe Europa. 

Above:  "Green" salad a la Leon.      Below:  Chicken and walnut salad.   Both absolutely incredible.  

It is very fortunate that the best salads in town also happen to be served at a place with drop dead delicious lemon cake and melt my insides coconut cream pie.  Those are not the names you will see on the menu, but take my word for it. 

Once we were fully and completely satisfied, we headed to the Mission Road Antique mall where we laughed ourselves silly trying on hats, then hit the jackpot when we discovered a whole stash of fabrics for the great stuffed pumpkin caper. 

If all goes according to plan, you will see these stems attached to new pumpkins in the next several weeks. 

And this is how we turned a very ordinary day into a lovely experience that will live long in my memory as one of my best days off, ever.  Even if it didn't involve my bathing suit and the high school pool.