Tall Tales from Kansas

a little slice of life I don't usually see

No spectacular sunrise this morning, but how nice to "discover" the loveliness to be found this day. Blues, grays, a sliver of pink, a touch of gold, reflections on the water.

The moon hung high over the dam.

The old streetlights in the park were flickering off. Big dark leafless trees. 

The grain elevator by the railroad tracks

The employees at the muffler shop, next to where I parked, were showing up for work, thermoses in hand, turning on the lights in the shop. A little slice of life I don't usually see. 

When I got home the Sumo Mandarin came out, was peeled, and each segment popped into my mouth. 

Each mouthful a burst of pure deliciousness. While on a visit to California a few years back, Sister and I picked up a couple of these on a whim. They are unusual looking. Don't be scared. Try one if you see them. The one in the photo above doesn't have the characteristic "top knot" and do be advised they are about $3.50 each. Worth every cent. 

a glowing ball of orange at it's finest

Here is a sunrise at the "church of the glassy river" from this week. 

So technically, it's just minutes before sunrise, when the colors are most spectacular. I look to the right, look to the left, look across the river. All views superlative. 

Then before you know it, here it is, right there, a glowing ball of orange at it's finest. I love the pink light reflecting off everything it shines on. 

Hello moon. Hello path made gold by the sun.

The most splendid of ways to start a day. 

... turn around and see the moon setting as the sun is rising

This week I have determined that even if it is cold, and despite a few hitches in my getalong, I will make a concerted effort to get out and see some sunrises! This was at the Baker Wetlands, an unfolding spectacle of color.

I did get out and ramble just a bit, to see the view from a few different perspectives. 

I love to turn around and see the moon setting as the sun is rising. 

When I had as much as I could take of the 29 degree temperatures, I went back to my car, turned on the seat warmer, and let it all soak in for just a bit longer. 

a friend who can bring a moment in a well-lived life to the present...

This week marked the first 2023 lunch gathering with Marti Huff, my favorite nonagenarian. We met in Lawrence at Merchants Pub and Plate where we were able to get our favorite table and start with an order of the famous Brussels sprouts as an appetizer. 

Some of us had hot tea to drink, some had a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, some had a beer and a cup of hot tea. I leave you to guess who had what, just know that Marti Huff is not holding back on enjoying the indulgences of life. As we awaited our meals we discussed things. Important things. There was sharing of strange dreams, with our take on what they each meant, and how a weird dream can leave you feeling unsettled even after you wake up and realize it didn't happen. What is that? 

One of the best things about having a nonagenarian friend, is that they have history to share. Interesting history. Marti brought this photo from when she was 9 or 10 at school in Chicago and learning to type.  She is on the right, second from the front, with her perfectly ironed (by her mom) puffy sleeved blouse.  Note that all the boys wore ties and knickers. She could recall most, if not all, of the names of the kids in this class! How glad I am at my age to have a friend who can bring a moment in a well-lived life to the present so we can all "experience" what it was like.  

We discussed introversion and extroversion and how Nancy loves nothing better than to sit at the breakfast table with a bunch of strangers at a B&B and TALK to them. Marti, Jennifer, and I shudder at the thought. 

After an almost solid 2 hours of serious catching up, we parted ways, but not before scheduling a date for February, where we have discussed the warm comfort of Austrian cuisine (Grünauer) versus sampling the tamale's at Carniceria y Tortelleria San Antonio, which a patient of mine recently told me was well worth the risk of aspirating and dying should he not be able to swallow safely. 

We will keep you posted. 

yada yada yada

Today, totally ensnared by an instagram post showing an eggnog flat white, I headed to Decade coffee shop. I selected the community table because of the very lovely Christmas tree sitting in the middle of it. A perfect accompaniment to the sipping and photographing of my beverage. 

Most of you know I am an eggnog fan and a coffee fan. So this drink seemed made for me. I love Decade coffee shop, it's understated, has great tables and chairs, plays good tunes, and gets a thumbs up for it's great all around vibe.  Oh, and most importantly - really good coffee. This drink met all my expectations. Smooth, creamy, spicy, sweet but not too sweet, a perfect treat at 8:30 on a Wednesday morning. In December. 

I totally planned to come home after this reinforcing start to my day and embark upon the creation of an improv tree pillow of some sort. Instead, I got sucked into taking all the fall items off my inspiration board and pinning up all this stuff instead. 

I do love this board, looking at it, thinking about what's on it, picking stuff to add to it, making stuff based on ideas I get from the content displayed. Yada, yada, yada. 

the end

helpful links: Decade Coffee - Lawrence Kansas in case you want to make a field trip. I think the eggnog flat white is on the menu through the month of December. 

 

holiday windows part 1

It seemed only right to show a daytime view of the festive decor to be found on Massachusetts Street this month, in downtown Lawrence. There is something for everyone, and I only did the west side of the street on this trip. 

Coming soon, the shops on the East side of the street.   

what else the day may have yet to reveal to you

If Lawrence is on your destination list in December ... for a coffee, a lunch, a special present, or all of the above, plan your trip to coincide with dusk.

The Christmas lights are on and it makes Massachusetts Street just a little more magical. 

You never know who you might see.  It wasn't until I got home that I realized that I caught Santa pushing a baby carriage as he crossed the street on the corner of 9th and Mass. 

The regular street lights are pretty special too.

Looking in all the store windows with the lights reflected in them is so pretty. Really you don't have to buy a thing, the experience of the lights is all for free. Don't tell the downtown merchants association I said that, but it is so true.                                

I took all these photos around 5:40pm on Thursday night. It would have been better if I had been 10 minutes earlier to catch a bit of that purple blue dusk sky in the background. You take what you get though. 

If you are an early riser, and can get yourself to Mass street by around 7:10 am, the lights are really pretty then too.  With the added bonus that you are likely going to be the only person down there. Except for tomorrow! Tomorrow is the old fashioned Christmas parade that I think starts at 11 am. Unfortunately the wind is blowing like crazy tonight and the high tomorrow is only going to be 30 but feel like 20 and I don't think I am going to be able to go down and stand for even one hour. 

But I digressed for a second. If you are a morning person, do get downtown while the lights are on this month, take a stroll and look in some windows then get yourself to La Prima Taza which opens at 7:30 am on Saturdays, and have yourself a hot Indonesian latte (I like mine with half the usual sweetness) and think about all the wonderful things you have seen already and what else the day may have yet to reveal to you. 

Happy Friday, Happy December, Happy Holiday lights to all of you. 

it makes the whole house smell like Christmas

Chris and I went out to Pendletons Country Market on Sunday to check out the open house/holiday soiree that hold annually after Thanksgiving. The main draw for me is always the poinsettias. Their's are the best. Hands down.  

Here is the one I came home with, though I did love the cream and pink one above. Quite a lot. 

The second big reason we go out is to get some of this incredibly fragrant greenery. It makes the whole house smell like Christmas, even though you may have a tree that comes up from the basement each year. 

There were other vendors there with holiday wares for sale too. Lots of fun items to look at.

Some year I must try my hand at tending an amaryllis.

My FAVORITE thing at the whole place was this velvety-soft, shoulder-sitting, teeny-tiny kitty cat. Oh he was sweet. Unfortunately my photo did not do him justice.  

I will have to try for a better shot on a future visit. Which he agreed was an excellent idea by the way. 

a boost to my inner maker's gas tank

One of my favorite things about Thanksgiving is that Bizarre Bazaar is the Saturday afterwards. I do so love strolling through the artists tables and looking at their creative energy manifested in something I may want to buy. 

I bought a Dolly Parton ornament from her last year. This year she had these dog/cat images that reminded me of quilts and puzzles all at the same time. 

Her pottery was just lovely. 

Liza MacKinnon's paper dresses are fanciful, detailed, imaginative. 

Nan Renbarger, my favorite sock dyer was there. Luckily for sister who was needing new ones. I always have to get a new pair for myself as well. 

The work of printmaker, Theresa Martin caught my eye this year.  

There were cool pillows and scarves on display.

Who doesn't know a new baby that needs a tie-dyed onsie? 

Below is the young woman who got my award for best patron who looks like an artist at the show.

This quilting that incorporated needle felting was wonderful. 

Here is some of what I came home with... along with a boost to my inner makers gas tank.

I simply love looking at the work of other artists and the opportunity to appreciate what they are putting out into the world. 

the leaves!

Post #4 of  "things I didn't get to show you while Typepad was down", because the leaves people, the leaves!

I read something somewhere in which someone said that this was not going to be a good year for fall colors. Perfect example of how unnamed "someone's" should never be trusted. 

I did not lie on my back in the leaves and look up

Last Saturday morning, on the way home from the farmers market, I turned left off 9th street onto Mississippi. It's one of my favorite streets in the city for enjoying the colors of fall.  It did not disappoint.   

I did not lie down on my back in the leaves and look up, only because getting back up would have been tricky. But I did kick some leaves just to hear the scraping crunch and to unleash that wonderful smell into the air. I leaned over like I would if I was stirring a pot of stew on the stove and breathed in deeply. 

I don't know what you have planned for this fall weekend stretching ahead of us, but for me, there will be more of this. And maybe a little of that. 

the creativity involved in her denim transformation pieces

October is for fall festivals with tents of artwork to stroll through, tempting aromas from food trucks in the air, kids playing in the grass, tunes from the bandstand making me hum, perfect weather conditions, it's all good. 

Chatting with the artists about their work.  

These Kansas City scenes in watercolor were lovely.

Yes, I do need another canister for something. Don't I?



I especially loved all the fiber art on display at this fair. 

I had to buy a scarf from her, because even though I have so many I have forgotten them all, she had one that will be perfect with a favorite fall sweater and jeans. I admired the creativity involved in her denim transformation pieces.  Fabulous. 

Nothing like a good festival/art in the park to spark the maker in me to get out some materials and try my hand at something. 

Lawrence walks: the Pinkney neighborhood

Last year, after enjoying neighborhood walks in other cities, a vow was made to do more of this in my own town. This is the second in the series. Today I present the Pinkney neighborhood. It's a favorite for the houses, yards, flowers, and general "coolness" factor. 

Right now in Lawrence the peonies and iris are in a head to head battle as the prettiest flowers around. 

The bachelor buttons are lovely right now as well, and always remind me of Angie. 

We stumbled upon a collection of plastic crows and discussed the "purpose" of them... "just because" was our final answer. 

There is always good stuff in side yards and backyards.

We wandered by a plaque commemorating "the hermit of Lawrence" and got our history lesson for the day. Chris and I decided if we were 20 years younger we would have scrambled through the weeds and down into the woods to see if we could spot the cave referred to in the plaque. We left things to our imagination instead. 



We wandered by the 2022 KU School of Architecture and Design home, which is always interesting to look at. 

It was fun to see one of this year's graduates, who worked on the project, showing it off to her family.

Finally, as we conclude this tour, what's not to love about some hanging hand-work on a front porch?

No maker was out for me to high-five, but I gave one anyway. 

a typical Kansas storm

These were the skies over Lawrence Kansas Sunday morning from 6:55 to 7:30 am, when I left the house, betting that I could get in a quick walk before the storms hit. 

They layers and patterns in the clouds were spectacular.









About 5 minutes after I walked back through the door, the storm hit. Lightning, thunder, blowing trees and grasses, an old metal chair skittered off the deck. In other words, a typical Kansas storm. 

give me a second to get the flowers on the table

Hello flowers. You beautiful local, colorful, splendidly wonderful, things. 

Good to see you lettuces. Especially all grown together in a salad pot. 

Oh, hey there relatives of the Dracaena trifasciata that I got last year. Which by the way, remains extremely healthy, and about to go back outside again. To it's front porch summer location. 

She was getting good advice on succulents from a succulent farmer. 

No words needed for the cuteness factor here. I want these 3 to move next door to me so I can be their old lady neighbor. 

"...with the practiced eye of a market regular she examined the plants and selected exactly the one that would be perfect for the location she had picked out..."



Good morning cinnamon rolls, pecan rolls, and Black Forest cake. 

Welcome back green onions fresh and pungent, you would go well with the multi-colored eggs. 

Greetings were shared with my favorite vendors. 

So nice to see you lilac bouquets, with your smiling arranger. 

And last, but never least, the spirit of the market today can be seen in this lovely woman who thinks nothing of donning a crown for her head when she feels the need. She ALWAYS makes me smile when I see her.  



Here is what I came home with. 



If you give me a second to get the flowers on the table and put on a pot of coffee, we can have cranberry orange scones together. I have our napkins already picked out. 

You can tell me about your dreams, and I will tell you about mine. Alternately we can just talk about how happy I am that the Lawrence Farmers Market is back in operation. 

a little more glass

Every year I make a point to try and capture the grouping of star magnolias around 8th and Tennessee in Lawrence. Depending on the weather it's a whole different look each time. 













I like it every year. But I like it better when I have my Nikon and not just the iPhone camera. Sometimes you just need "a little more glass".

2021 Magnolia shots

2019 Magnolia shots

renewing, regenerating, reinforcing

At 4pm on Thursday 8/27 our official COVID census at the University of Kansas hospital was 221. An all time high since the pandemic began. I know there are areas of the country where hospitalizations are declining, we're just not there yet. I don't intend to dwell on this topic in this post. It's for informational purposes only. A snapshot of what is happening in our area.

Instead, I choose to tell you that I gathered with dear friends on a day off today. We celebrated the fact that we are all alive and relatively unscathed. To commemorate this, Nancy and Marti perused the dessert menu carefully. Can you see that they found something to their liking?

Jennifer displays the carrot cake they selected. Marti says "I told you it was going to be a winner". In my mind that is what this photo says anyway.

Because I know you are interested, we discussed Hugo teas and tea pots, the one project at a time approach to crafting versus the many projects and scattered ideas approach (no conclusions were reached except to each her own), air fryers, America's test Kitchen and my personal preference for Bridget and Julia as co-hosts hands down over that other dude Christopher Kimball. There was discussion as well over Turmeric and it's anti-inflammatory properties, we talked books, the beautiful iron fencing that can be found in old cemeteries, and what Nancy should do with the needlepoint that her mother in law (who died a few years ago) had finished but not turned into a seat cover or pillow yet. 

It was a wonderfully enjoyable 2 hours with some of the nicest people on the planet. I can think of no better way to spend a day off. As we sat and spoke and laughed I could feel my immune system renewing, regenerating, reinforcing itself.

my normal dose of winter escapism

One of the many wonderful things about living in the midwest, is that sometimes, in the middle of winter, there will be a sunshiny morning like this one, with temps in the 40's, and you can take a walk that makes you feel like you have broken free after a long confinement. Yes, I know there is no room for complaining here. We have NOT had a bad winter at all. But still the early morning hours, when I like to walk the best, are not conducive to venturing out on most days. Not so on this day though.

I had planned to be in California over this long weekend. Alas, for the second year in a row we have cancelled our in-person art retreat. Last year we had some virtual sessions, and this year sister and I have done a few art zooms, but I will say I do so miss the opening ceremony at the Huntington, followed by days surrounded by piles of sketchbooks and messy paint palettes scattered about.

Maybe next year? We shall see.  There are no chickens being counted before they hatch around these parts. Which by no means should be taken to mean that I am not hopeful. In the meantime, special mornings like this are being substituted for my normal dose of winter escapism... as depicted below from January 2020. 

a two page spread with as many shades of green as you can mix up

Tonight, I am taking you on a walk downtown to see the holiday windows, with assorted decorations and doo-dads.  

Good thing I did not read that menu board outside the Lady Bird Diner too closely while walking. Open-faced meatloaf sandwich with mashed potatoes and brown gravy.  A delightful experience is what that sounds like. Except that it was my intent to burn up calories on this walk.  I gotta tell Chris we need to have meatloaf for supper soon. 









Doesn't that sign above just make you want to get out some paint and draw some festive greenery? A two page spread with as many shades of green as you can mix up. 

Noah the chalk artist

The opportunity for pleasant walks in the winter can be iffy here in Kansas, where on any given day we may have rain, snow, tornadoes, ice, wind, or sunny/balmy conditions. Sometimes all in the same day. 



This walk was a good one, made even more fun because of the random chalk illustrations by Noah.  I smiled when I saw the snowflake. I LOVE it when people leave bits like this on a trail. I can't help but imagine them while they are making marks. 



The evergreens and berries were beautiful.  I read a great quote recently about the great out of doors “…nature creates form but it also destroys it, and it’s the balance between the two that suffuses nature with such peace…”.  I hadn't thought of it like this before, but it makes good sense. 

I wonder if Noah has been to all these places, or dreams about them? Perhaps he is imprinting his intentions to get there? I like closing my eyes and imagining him there, maybe he will leave an illustration of Lawrence Kansas when he visits. 





This post-walk butterscotch latte was perfect. Smooth, warm, buttery, a touch of salt… it took me back to the days when we were kids and sometimes got a piece of butterscotch candy, individually wrapped in a piece of golden cellophane.  



If you are coming to Lawrence over the holidays, and need to pick up a loaf of bread, stop in at 1900 Barker (amazing breads) and try one of these while you are there. 

While you are at it, check out the window display at Ruff House Art downtown at 729 Massachusetts. I like to give you guys ideas to put on your lists... nothing as exotic as Sydney, Mt. Everest, or Paris, but still.... 

on my list of people to interview next year at the market

There was something for almost everyone at the Holiday Farmers market this past Saturday in Lawrence. A craft table activity areas for kids - complete with supplies and elves to get you started, the Chonky sweets guys were there with not one, or two, but three beautiful cakes, and nearby a lovely selection of pears to balance the sugar and glitter.  

Local vineyards were represented, and to be clear, she was only having coffee at 8:55am. I was delighted to see Mellowfield farms with their amazingly flavorful and tender combination of lettuces along with kale and chard. I thought long and hard about a Christmas cactus which I don't have, but Dottie does, and I am always envious of how beautiful it is in December. 

These jars of fermented vegetables looked like jewels in glass. Note to self: figure out what one does with fermented vegetables. Put them in a grain bowl? A salad? On top of rice and beans? All three?

Best "dressed for the weather" award to her. 

This fellow had a great seat, and had the "lean move" figured out to maximize his viewing. 

I turned my disappointment about no kuchen bread this year, into an opportunity to try the chocolate babka, and while I was at it, decided this was THE year to get some Drake's Fruitcake - a Lawrence original. 

There was lovely greenery, wreaths, and pottery waiting to be snapped up for decorating and gift giving. 

Finally, there was a Santa you could visit with, but why would you want to see him when you could sit and have a conversation with her about making things? Imagine all the topics we could cover, the ideas that would be generated. She just got on my list of people to interview next year at the market. 

thinking back on, and looking forward to a pleasant experience

The annual poinsettia acquisition has been pulled off.  Without a hitch.  

I almost went for the subtle variegation and pinkish quality of the one above, but you know in the end the bright, bold, red won me over. 

Does this mean I am a purist at heart? Or would traditionalist be a better choice of words? 

While shopping for the poinsettia, I did not get the wreath above, nor the bowl below but will have one more opportunity next weekend at the holiday farmers market. They both are so lovely, and both vendors will be there (I think).

Other holiday events have included the annual Quail Christmas Soiree that involves a gift exchange of sorts.  This year we were challenged to select a gift that began with the letter "N" and in case you are wondering what starts with an "N" that is “Christmassy” -  Jamie is modeling the NIGHTCAP that she received. 



There may have been a smoked old fashioned to start the festivities off. Cocktails did not need to start with an N but if pushed, orange in Spanish is naranja, and yes that is a slice of peel used for garnish. 

My other holiday gathering happened with the Huffs for lunch in Lawrence, where the only gifts exchanged were the pleasure of good company, wonderful stories, and some amazing Brussels sprouts. You really should try them at Merchants Pub and Plate on Massachusetts street. At the very end of our meal we scheduled our next visit - thus extending the good vibe out into the space/time continuum. Thinking back on, and looking forward to a pleasant experience hardwires it into our brains. I just read about that. 



Permanently altering my mental circuits to make them less vulnerable to attacks by outside sources as well as my own worries and doubts is my new therapy. It can be challenging. Luckily there are poinsettia's, quails, and Huffs. 

something for everyone at Bizarre Bazaar

It's been good to see the return of some of Lawrence's holiday events this year. Crossing my fingers that they are able to continue through this month of December. 

Bizarre Bazzar is always a favorite and I was delighted to see the amazing work of Liza MacKinnon - who had the paper dresses on display earlier this year at the library. The 3 dimensional sculptures are something to see. Delicate but sturdy - breathtaking. 

Her hat... what can I say? 



The attention to scale and detail is precise. I did not ask her but I bet she "played dolls" when she was a kid like no other. 

It's hard not to resist a clever magnet but I did not get the one for Chris that I wanted to.  You know which one. However, if I had been reading them all closely I would have absolutely gotten "Pam Demic" for Pam. 

Yes, there will be a Dolly Parton angel on my tree this year. Thank you Jeannette Bryant for this. 

Cards from Angie Pickman of Rural Pearl studio were stocked up on. Plus a sticker from my new everyday journal. I LOVE her style, colors, composition.



Jenny Allen's textile art was new to me. So imaginative. 





This woman's beadwork was spectacular, I thought the pencil art was so clever - who doesn't love a pencil? And finally one of my favorites is always the recycled sweater creations. Fingerless mitts and head bands are a must for walks. 







Something for everyone at Bizarre Bazaar. Do tell, what sorts of artistic events like this are happening in your hometown?

a specimen that should not be overlooked

The color on a Bald Cypress in November, is likely not what comes to mind when you think about fall foliage. 

But maybe it should be.

I learned this week it's a specimen that should not be overlooked. 

I snapped these pictures while I was pulled over to take photos of a Ginko Biloba, a specimen that is certainly more showy from afar.

But it was the cypress photo that made me say "oh my".  It's funny how sometimes the photo that you think will be good isn't anything special, and the one you just take as an afterthought is IT. 

The fall colors continue to amaze and delight. I endeavor to take it all in. Right now. 

the occasional twirling leaf that spins as it makes its descent to the ground

On Monday, the overcast skies, with spurts of rain, and cooler temps did not for one second diminish my enjoyment of the arrival of fall colors to Lawrence Kansas.  They came in with a bang over the last 7 days.  Favorite spots were cruised by, new spots discovered.

It's supposed to warm up a bit again this weekend, which means perfect fall walks will be taken, leaves collected and pressed into journals. My love of fall aromas inside the house (pumpkin bread baking, a pot of chili on the stove) is closely matched by the wonderful smells of decomposing leaves on a trail outside. The occasional twirling leaf that spins as it makes its descent to the ground has such a magical quality to it, sort of like seeing a shooting star in the night sky. Good stuff.  Not to be missed. 

all right there just waiting for me

Somedays, on a walk, when you least expect it, all the stars line up, for the most perfect of perfect experiences. Last Sunday was one of those.  

From the sun coming up under the bridge, walking on the wet grass to the edge of the river, the pink mist rising into the cool morning air, falling leaves, golden morning sun, peeling bark, all right there just waiting for me. 

ready to move ahead into whatever this fall is bringing

A few things of note lately on the local front.  Dashiel is loving his new digs on Massachusetts street. 

The blueberry scones are almost as good as the orange cranberry scones from Chonky Treats. I can't help it, I have a bad habit of loving my first love best. 

My latest knitting project is happening right in time to blend with the Halloween color scheme on my table. 

La Prima Taza - maybe the oldest (and certainly one of the finest) coffee shops in Lawrence has opened it's doors again. If you go when it's hot get the "Iced Indonesian" and if it's cool outside ask for it warm - I personally like it "half sweet" too.  It's a treat. 

The Dahlias are going strong. With a few added zinnias to fill in as the week went on. 

The Halloween banner is up and the rest of the decor will soon follow.  I like sitting in my living room looking around at all the treasures made and collected through the years. 



Finally, in the last 7 days, I have received my annual flu shot, a covid booster immunization, and a TDAP injection.  I feel invincible. Nothing more than a sore arm with each shot. I am ready to move ahead into whatever this fall is bringing my way.  I am dreaming of adventures near and far. Even when they only happen in my mind I like thinking about them. 

watch the 2 cats who live in peaceful co-existence with the chickens

I don't know about the rest of you who "suffer" with allergies, but this year has been one of my sneeziest in recent memory (yes, sneeziest is the superlative form of sneezy). This has me ready, dare I say it... for the first freeze. Then I remember the zinnias, which are still looking good.

Which means I have to show you these. 

The vase above is from a flea market in Budapest, the one below from a botanical garden in Sweden.

This tall pottery vase is from the Lost Coast Found antique store in Ft. Bragg, California. A local potters early work? A rare treasure?  I love to collect small bottles, jars, and vases from my travels. 

Happy Weekend all.  If you are in the vicinity of Lawrence and looking for some morning coffee and a pastry may I suggest you stop in at 1900 Barker? Get yourself a morning bun and go sit on the patio out back. It's shaded by trees and you can watch the 2 cats next door who live in peaceful co-existence with the chickens. 

Helpful links: 1900 Barker
 

the sun, the sky, the sunflowers

Early morning sunrise at the Baker Wetlands is hard to beat. Oh the sky, with all those colors, it never fails to get me. 

The sunflowers are blooming right now. Not a field of those giant headed ones, but I think you will agree they are equally wonderful. Especially at 63 degrees, when you and the birds have the place completely to yourself.

This silky fluff emerging from an open milkweed pod was putting on a show, just for me.


As was this big giant spider that I was grateful to spot before I walked into it's web. 


It's hard to know where to look, in the morning light everything is fine.

As I circled back to where I started, the sky was a bright blue, the perfect background for the impossibly perfect sunflowers, in all phases of bloom.

I didn't make it to the lotus pond, so captivated was I by the sun, the sky, the sunflowers, and of course the grasses. 

In the realm of all the things one can hope for, the thing I most want, is to never cease to be stopped in my tracks by nature. 

with a bit of spicy vanilla syrup

A recent walk in Lawrence started out under cloudy skies, and progressed to a drizzle that quickly sputtered out and was completely manageable with the aid of a hat. No umbrella required. I am a "let's just try" person. As in, maybe it will just rain for a few minutes and be fine, if not I can race back to the car. This philosophy has opened the door to many good experiences that would have otherwise been missed.  

This latte, with a bit of spicy vanilla syrup, which I have never tried before, was perfect for the after walk reflection. The syrup tasted like it had a hint of cayenne in it. Wonderful for a cloudy morning. While I was sitting there looking out the window at Alchemy, I noticed that the new sign is up on The Raven Bookstore's new location on Massachusetts street. 

I look forward to walking through the doors for the first time to see the new space. I am uncertain of the exact date of the opening, but it will be this summer, I think. I want to walk up to the door with my eyes closed and have someone guide me through the entryway, then after I am completely inside open my eyes like a kid on Christmas morning. Wouldn't that be marvelous? 

a great blue heron posing

Taking a few days off after vacation is really important for me, time to re-acclimate and prepare myself to "re-enter" the work arena. It's also necessary to check on all my "spots" to be sure all is right with the world. To that end, I headed out to assess the condition of the lotuses before going back to work this week.

There was a snowy egret along my route. Which is always nice when I have the Nikon with me. 

I am pleased to announce the lotuses continue to bloom. 

In addition, there were lots of spider webs, wild flowers blooming, and a great blue heron posing for me. 

All in all a most enjoyable trip.

I fully intend to do my part to support it

In Douglas county, where Lawrence is situated, 56% of our population has been vaccinated against COVID-19 and our vulnerability level is rated as "low". For this reason, and because I have been been fully vaccinated, and because no one would have been able to stop me... Sunday, I went to Alchemy Coffee on Massachusetts street. It re-opened this weekend to my great delight and I fully intend to do my part to support it.  

I sat at my favorite seat by the window, looked out at the passers by, sipped on my latte, listened to the music, enjoyed the snippets of conversation that floated my way intermittently, and reveled in the feeling of the world being normal, for me, in this exact moment. Because that's what we have to do don't you think? Grab on to each moment for what it is before something else changes?

I might have also got a piece of key lime pie to go. For dessert after dinner. Because they had it, I haven't tasted it previously, it's supposed to be sublime, I want to put my money where my mouth is in terms of supporting them, and what if things shut down again soon and I don't get the chance? Life is short, I am on the "live fully" page. 

This is the perfect place for you to come and sit after the walk through old west Lawrence I told you about previously. You don't have to get pie, but why wouldn't you? 

Helpful link: Alchemy coffee

 

a grove of typewriter trees

Upon my return from neighborhood rambles with sister in Los Angeles, I was determined to explore in greater detail all the wonderful areas of my own town, starting with old west Lawrence. For my first adventure, I parked the car and simply walked up one side and down the other of Indiana between 6th and 9th streets.

There was an endless supply of plantings, porches, and architectural details to admire. 

I was not anticipating coming upon a grove of typewriter trees, but you never know what you will find in Lawrence Kansas. After 36 years of calling this my home, I continue to be amazed and delighted by the creativity that reveals itself when I least expect it. 

I loved that this restful water feature was situated in a way that allows the passerby to get as much enjoyment from it as the residents of the home do. The old iron fences are gems.  My favorites have things growing on them. 

Interesting paths and walkways were discovered. This street is well shaded, so even on a sunny day, it will be quite enjoyable to walk. 

Next month I will pick a different street to take you up and down. Clearly "a walk through old west Lawrence" is an activity to be added to your short list when you next visit. 

like a flower from another planet

Last week, before it was supposed to rain one morning, I went to check out the state of things at the American Lotus pond at the Baker wetlands. This red-winged blackbird welcomed me across the low-water bridge. 

The blooms are progressing. Often when I go, there is no one else around. Which makes me giddy with delight. 

There is a quick little video below to help you appreciate the whole experience a bit better. 

I think the birds knew I had the Nikon with me - it seemed like they were posing and getting closer than normal. 

It was gloriously cool with temps in the upper 60's and plenty of breeze. I walked around the whole time with a grin on my face. I couldn't help it. 

Yellow flower season has begun, compass plant above, prairie coneflowers below. There were also black eyed Susan's around. 

This Buttonbush was new to me last year and it still looks otherworldly to me. Like a flower from another planet.  

The discovery center at the wetlands is back open again.  They keep limited hours so if you are hoping to visit check the times before you leave home. 

as they move through their seasonal changes

The rain this past week did not stop me from going to check out what is happening with the American Lotus blossoms at the wetlands. Since my last visit, the floating leaves are filling the area, and lots of blooms getting ready to open. 

It was quite enjoyable having the place to myself in the rain. The drops on the floating pads/leaves are like giant crystals. 

In another week the whole thing will be covered in creamy white blooms with yellow centers. 

If you live close, you may want to visit in the next weeks. If you don't, not to worry, I will be bringing you with me on each and every visit. 

Watching all the plants as they move through their seasonal changes is so enjoyable. I like feeling that I am getting to know the landscape better and look forward to each new blooming thing. 

I think it was just I see you

It was an hallelujah, amen, praise-the-almighty, sunrise at the Baker Wetlands on my walk last week.

If that wasn't enough the wild roses were blooming.  Right out in the middle of nowhere, sprawling bunches of them.  Bees were buzzing all over the blossoms.

I took my favorite shortcut over to the heron hangout to see if the American lotuses were blooming yet.  Along this path were many dragon flies. They did not disturb me.

The lotuses are getting ready. Lots of rounded leaves floating and buds rising from the water, none open yet. Maybe next week or the week after.  There is a special spot and a method I use to collect specimens if needed.  It has not yet resulted in me falling in the water. It will be employed again this year when the time is right.

The grasses are pretty too right now.  New green among the old heads. Really glorious. 

As Dottie said when I showed her the sunrise photo on Sunday - "a real communion that ridiculous catholic bishops cannot deny anyone".  So true. 

P.S. As I was nearing the end of my stay, I looked up and saw 2 great blue herons whose paths crossed mid-flight. They acknowledged each other and went on their way. I do not know what was communicated. I think it was just "I see you".

a lovely and fragrant arrangement

The wild daisies are blooming in Lawrence right now.

They are perfect in a setting like this, popping up in the best places.

Indulge me while I show you just one more.

It's turning into full on summer here. That means it's already hot by mid morning. 

My walks are generally done by that time. I like to isolation of the trails around 7am best.

Just me and the daisies, and the bees enjoying the thistles.

Which have very stickery stems by the way. 

I did not pick any of them. The daisies were another story.

A few of those did come home and were paired with some basil for a lovely and fragrant arrangement. All photos from Rock Chalk Park if you want to see the daisies and thistles for yourself. 

best seen in person to appreciate the intricacies of the work

There is a not-to-be-missed exhibit up at the Lawrence Public Library right now. If you are in the vicinity, you will WANT to check it out. It's a selection of dresses made from maps - all the work of Liza MacKinnon. Her web site is listed below in the links section. Here is a taste of what you are in store for...

The collection is best seen in person to appreciate the intricacies of the work. For the life of me, I can't understand how she does it without the maps tearing or ripping. I stand in awe of her creativity. 

Links: https://www.mackomics.com

I have missed my people

And just like that, with the ringing of the opening bell, things are a little more right with the world again. Here in Lawrence Kansas anyway... because farmers market season is here

Everyone was prepared for "weather", and yes there were a few sprinkles when I was there, but really it was a perfect start.

There were all manner of treats to be had. People were smiling and friendly. Everyone was happy to have their picture taken.

When I went to get my honey from Anthony and asked if I could take his picture, he said "knock yourself out", in a very low key sort of way. My favorite response of the day.

These two were totally rocking the rain/pandemic look. Gosh I want to be 20 again and re-experience the world with green hair. For just a month. Or two. 

Instead, I bought some Tulips from the Cook's Country fellow and some baklava from my favorite grandfather/grandson duo. 

I have missed my people, even though they don't really know I think of them that way, or maybe they do.

I brought home kale, spinach, baklava, tulips, and honey. Perfect. 

Hopefully your season starts soon. Until then, I bring you greetings from all the vendors right here in Lawrence.

and bring him to life again with the telling

If you are not a fan of magnolia's, stop right here and come back tomorrow. Because all there is tonight are images of a grouping of star magnolia trees between 8th and 9th on Tennessee street in Lawrence Kansas.  After discovering them about 5 or 6 years ago, I try to photograph them every year in bloom. Some years the sky is brilliant blue, some years it is overcast, like this year. 

But always they are beautiful, no matter the weather conditions. Last year when they bloomed I was just beginning my long stretch of time on the COVID team.  What to say about this year? The cycle of life continues. I have been in touch several times recently with the wonderful mother of a patient who died of COVID last June. She tells me her family has been "broken" by his death. I want to wrap her in my arms and bring her to sit under the magnolia trees with me, and have her tell me stories about her son, and bring him to life again with the telling. 

the beauty of the leaves balanced out some of the ugliness

The fall color this year has been stupendous. Red, yellow, orange. Bright leaves on branches, underfoot, against the sky, in front of houses, on a bench.  

Morning, mid-day, sunny, cloudy, at all times and in all conditions, they make me smile.

Nature, while unpredictable, can always be relied upon to lift my spirits. No matter the source of worry or trouble. 

They have been collected, pressed, pasted into my journal. 

When reflecting back, in years to come, I want to remember that the beauty of the leaves balanced out some of the ugliness of these contentious times. For me anyway.   

seeing and talking to farm animals

The Kaw Valley farm tour went on a few weekends ago, despite the pandemic. If there is a chance to see goats anywhere, you know I am going. Outside, masks on, no huge crowds, no hugging = safe in my mind.

The benefits of driving around on unpaved roads, depending entirely on your innate sense of direction (deeply flawed in my case) to get you where you need to go, on a sunny day, in Kansas, should never be underestimated.

Combined with seeing and talking to farm animals, it all felt like a giant infusion of immune boosting therapy.

P.S. I only do the talking to animals part when no one is within earshot. 

look as long as you like

I haven't made it out to either of the larger fields of sunflowers located near Lawrence this year, but that in no way means I have missed out. On everyday excursions I have spotted remarkable specimens in neighborhoods, on the table, in the morning light - from the front and back, newly opened and almost spent. 

Later in the day, as part of a bouquet, or standing tall along the bank of a river. 

Each and every one a masterpiece. No charge for admission, look as long as you like, no need to ask permission to photograph.  

a vulgarity that starts in "girly cursive" and ends with a smiley face

On a recent walk by the river, instead of going left, I decided to go right. Under the bridge, away from the corn fields, to see what was over there.  

It turns out, there's quite a lot. Including but not limited to a new view of the river from a boat ramp area.

Cool street art under the overpass of the highway. Forgive the curse words, but I found this all very creative. 

You gotta love a vulgarity that starts in "girly cursive" and ends with a smiley face. I have been trying to call to mind a picture of the artist. 

There was a new path that looked interesting and will require further investigation.

And all along the way, cool cloud formations overhead.

... for good measure

The grasses of Rock Chalk park as witnessed by one lone walker at 7:30 am on a windy Sunday morning in September, 2020.

With one long shot thrown in for good measure. 

it's pretty much nirvana

I love discovering a new (for me) interesting area in Lawrence.  Most recently it was the Pinckney Historic district. Right up from Burcham park and the river trail. It makes for the perfect ending to a nice walk.

So many interesting houses to look at, with gardens.

And porches that looked "lived on".

It has historically been a neighborhood of "working class" people, across the street from the "mansions" of old west Lawrence. That's what I read anyway. 

I got a really nice vibe as I walked the streets. 

One of those "this would be a great neighborhood to live in", kind of feelings, which evolved into an imaginary journey about which house would be mine. If I moved in. It would be within close proximity to downtown and my new job as a shopgirl/barista/librarian/fortune teller. I could walk to work. 

When the endorphins are up in the stratosphere, after a great walk that concludes with a home/garden tour, it's pretty much nirvana. But that could just be me. 

I let the flying squirrels know

At Mary’s lake, in addition to water, there are nice woods with deep shade, and open meadows with flowers. There are also lots of unmarked paths between these spaces waiting to be explored. 

I did not expect the gentle sloping that got my ticker pounding as I went up and down, and up again, along the paths. 

You might also want to know that I saw a branch along the path that resembled a sleeping fox, and another in the lake that looked like a floating alligator. 

I also learned about cavity nesters, thanks to this helpful sign along the path. Another amble at this exact spot is planned for later this month. I let the flying squirrels know in case they want to practice their routines for an audience of one. 

a whole lot of good juju

Recently I did a deep dive into the Wishing Bench, situated at the intersection of 9th and Delaware streets in East Lawrence, not far from Decade coffee shop, which is still closed. Sigh. I have never taken my favorite coffee spots for granted but you can bet I am going to double down on my visits when they can safely re-open.  

But back to the bench. Even in the rain I enjoyed exploring all the sentiments, stickers, and ephemera

It was hard not to smile as I considered the sum total of all that was there. A mug, an extra swimsuit top, key chains, a tennis shoe, and a whole lot of good juju. 

rudbeckia hirta

When photographed in the kitchen by the sink, or on the table by the paper, with a blue tablecloth underneath, or no tablecloth at all, I am going to guess we can all agree that the Black-eyed Susan (rudbeckia hirta) is a heck of a flower. 

It's bold without being too flashy, or fussy, and they last a long time. 

In addition, it mixes well with red clover (trifolium pratense) and zinnias (heliantheae).  

As pretty as they look on my table, they are even more spectacular when you come upon a mass of them outside in a garden or in a prairie meadow. Sometime in the next few weeks, if you live in Kansas you are surely going to come upon some. Put a jar, some water, and your clippers in your car now. For the meadow sightings. Not your neighbors flowerbeds. 

someone who treasures and displays the china of those who have come before

Sometimes I just like to drive around my town and look. Not "for" anything, just look. And pull over at will to investigate or photograph things that make me think, or smile, or wish, or hope...

I wanted to go up on the porch and move that blue cooler over 12 inches but I did not.  

I did however walk up to the flower beds when I thought I saw the neatness of this braided greenery, but needed to confirm. Oh. 

Clearly I need to make this spot the subject of a more thorough investigation. I could sense genius at work within. 

I wanted to leave the occupants of this house a note asking to please be invited to the next meal where they served something from one of these tureens. In said note, I would have included that I would bring a fine bottle of wine and do the dishes. It seems to me that someone who treasures and displays the china of those who have come before must be someone I would want to meet.

How's that for an extremely random beginning, middle, and end?

P.S. I wonder if they serve home-made croutons to sprinkle over the soup in this house?