Listen, I know I just did a post about leaves. My own leaves. But, it is the fall and there are lots of trees in Lawrence that are not my own that are pretty nice. So this is a "not-mine" leaf post, because it's the season of leaves.
That little tiny tree with the lemon yellow leaves may not be as glorious as the red above, especially with the sun coming up through it's leaves, but against the blue sky with white clouds it's holding it's own out there in a field of oatmeal colored grasses.
My very own trees, in my very own yard, of my very own house, in my very own town, have been lovely as they changed colors this month. In the sun, clouds, rain, and frost, they have done all the things that leaves do when the seasons change.
Absolutely delightful, I never grow tired of sitting and observing.
On this recent, early morning hike, the Baker wetlands were cocooned in a light mist, making it the perfect place for a walk that showed off the artistry of all the overnight, spinning spiders. It was so quiet, except for a few honking geese, and the occasional call of western meadowlark.
On mornings like this I am knocked over the head with my extreme good fortune at being right here, right now.
As the sun rose, the sunflowers were a spectacular side show to the main attraction that were the webs.
Get a look at the size of that bumble bee.
Other sites included the white flash of a deer's tail as he sprung out in front of me and crossed the path and snails carrying their shells to who knows where.
If you were coming to visit Lawrence Kansas and wanted to know what to do while you were here, one of my first recommendations would be to head for the Baker Wetlands. For a walk. Wide open blue skies, wonderful native plants, a doe and her fawns, and likely a great blue heron is what you would see. The prairie is our mountains, beaches, desert, red rocks. It is our area of natural beauty.
Some people come to an appreciation of the prairie slowly. Not me. As someone who has tromped all over the world, I know a good thing when I see it.
People who see Kansas as a state to cross on the way to Colorado, haven't ventured off the highway much. Since April 2011 when I started this blog, it's been my mission to 0pen up this state for you to see. There's a lot.
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The other day, at the Baker Wetlands, there was a whole new cast of characters doing their thing. I am not sure what this particular flower is, but it's bright and really stands out. It might be a type of milkweed? Note to self: consult the chart while you are out there next time.
Button bush flower. Otherworldly. Fabulous.
Wild hibiscus.
While I can always hear the red-winged blackbird, dickcissel, common yellowthroat, Bell's vireo, and northern cardinal (thanks to the merlin app I am learning to identify the calls) the blooming things are ever changing. The prairie, when left alone to do its thing, does quite well. Imagine that.
The Huff + 1 lunch club got together this week in Lawrence. We went to Barkers on Mass (the old Alchemy coffee space downtown) and were not disappointed with their vittles. Avocado toast, Turkey Club, a Muffuletta with mortadella. What's not to love about a sandwich with amazing bread, complex flavors, multiple textures? Not one single thing, that's what.
As always, we had no end of topics to discuss... how even at 99 we still talk about "watching our weight". This was while we were taste testing a bag of black truffle potato chips compared to the mediterranean herb chips. Which led to my story of the truffle risotto in the small restaurant in Spoleto with Sister. It was accompanied by red wine, crusty bread, and every single bite was followed by a sigh of delight. Clearly we do not let watching weight interfere with our enjoyment of food. Then we talked about making dinner for a family these days, as compared to when Marti was making meals for her family of 4 when the girls were growing up. Every single topic you can think to talk about is more interesting with Marti there to give her perspective.
Have you ever had your iced tea shaken? As in a cocktail mixer with ice, then poured into a tall cool glass? It gets a nice head of foam on it and it's extra tasty good. I swear when you lift the glass to take a sip the aroma is more pronounced and gets your taste buds ready for it. We have decided, after our experience with the shaken tea at Barkers on Mass, we are all going to start shaking our tea at home.
I rolled out of bed this morning with a goal of getting to the Baker Wetlands before the sun came up too high, before it rained, and before I got caught up in any monkey business around the house. What follows is a true tale (not a tall tale) of the most unexpected, delightful, coincidental meeting at... of all places... the grocery store, where I went when I left the wetlands. Bear with me while I get there.
First of all there was bee balm, a nice cloudy sky, and all manner of yellow flowers starting to bloom.
There were signs of more water at the wetlands and forgive me but the bee balm.
The grasses are always beautiful, and I came upon a new area with American Lotus blooms. Hurrah.
The cat tails are taller than me.
And what about this Queen Anne's lace right before it opens? The wonder of nature.
55 minutes later I was back at the car, heading to HyVee for blueberries, a lemon, buttermilk, all the makings for a blueberry breakfast/snacking cake. So... I am walking through the aisles and all of a sudden a woman with a very stylish haircut and nice glasses says to me "Carol?", and I say "yes" as I try to think of who she is because she does not look familiar to me. I flip through the rolodex in my brain - family member of a patient I took care of?, have I taken a class with her in the past?, but nothing clicks. Then she says "I'm Kathy Saylor from around Pittsburg, I have been reading your blog for years, my daughter just moved here and I came for a visit and was so hoping I would run in to you." Seriously, how completely FUN was that? That the timing of our trip to a grocery store would have our paths literally cross. I was so happy that she said something to me (despite the fact that I had my waterproof black shoes on, red shorts, a somewhat dirty white t-shirt, and crazy hair). We chatted for just a few moments and each went on our way.
Sometimes, when you least expect it, life presents you with little gifts, moments that are unbelievably simple and perfect. Kathy Saylor is was so GOOD to meet you.
P.S. Marti Huff if you are reading, she told me to tell you HI!
This was a recent trip out to the Baker Wetlands. The purpose of which, was to check the status of the American Lotus area. It has suffered from our shortage of rain in the last several years. Instead of my usual drive over and walk towards the East, I drove East and walked in towards the west.
It was early and the mist was coming up from the water. When I turned around to look East, I was well pleased with my atmospheric view. An opening scene for a book needs to be written from this. The plot, main character, and other little particulars have yet to be worked out. Minor details.
Wild roses were blooming, cobwebs were present, a birdwatching couple pointed out a deer to me.
There are SOME lotus starting to rise from the depths of the water. It's the cycle of life. Every year is different and you take what you get in the present moment.
This was a lovely morning walk. My feet got wet, because I did not put on the waterproof shoes I have for this very purpose. Happily my feet are tough - plus I had dry socks in the back of the car. Placed there for just this occasion. It's good to always have a plan A and a plan B.
On a recent walk through Old West Lawrence, I saw a pony tied up to a hitching post, roses, and the best ever pride flag. Not to mention the interesting houses.
You have to love the person who tied up the pony so he would not stray.
The pride flag caught my eye from down the street. I should have known it was going to be on Pam's porch. The best thing is that each color fluttered in the breeze independently of the others. I told her I would have to copy it.
A perfect morning walk. Something for the body, calming for the mind, a smile for the pony, a sniff of the rose, and an idea to spark the creative spirit.
A recent hodge hodge of things you may or may not need to know about...
the oak leaf hydrangea is having an especially good bloom this year, the geraniums are getting used to their pots,
the Japanese fern was really happy after our recent rains...
the delight of a really good latte at a favorite coffee shop...
...and the quirkiest of things I have been meaning to tell you about is the cereal bar I discovered when I went to get a refill on my new favorite cold brew at the Java Break in Lawrence.
The thing that kids dreams are made of. Cereals - you get to pick 3, plus all sorts of interesting toppings,
as the sign says... "eat that mutha down". I gotta find an 8 year old to go with me.
This week, on a whim, I parked in the middle of Old West Lawrence and went for a neighborhood stroll. Up and down a few streets I hadn't been on in a while.
Happily the route chosen had me walking right by one of my old favorites.
There is nothing better than an artist who creates magic out in the yard for all those who wander by to appreciate.
It has been at least several years since I was last by. I am saying it here so I will hold myself accountable... take more neighborhood walks and explore! I stumbled upon a neighborhood bar and Chris and I have a date to wander in and have a beer some afternoon.
Here are the peonies from last weeks Farmers Market. Days 1, 2, 3, and 6 in order of progression.
They have held up well. I might try NOT to get more peonies Saturday morning, but I will likely fail in my efforts.
There were good country roads for walking outside the doors of our Airbnb near Clinton Lake.
Lots of stacked stone fences to admire, birdsong to enjoy, everything you want a Saturday morning ramble to be.
There are many hiking trails at Clinton Lake, but really we didn't want to take the time away from our wonderful spot to drive to a trail. Walking on the loose gravel roads was good hip therapy anyway.
These lovely purple iris were blooming in a bed on the property. The red garage and early morning shadows were a bonus.
While we breakfasted on the balcony later in the morning, we discussed the movement of the water on the lake in the distance, and the dark shadows from the clouds. There is no telling where a conversation will go on a quilt retreat, especially with a nice view like this one.
This past weekend Pam and Ann and I went into seclusion at an Airbnb near Clinton Lake to do some quilting. Not that you need to go into seclusion to quilt, but it is easier when you are not distracted by the things in your house that need your attention. Pesky things like laundry, cleaning, cooking... etc.
Ann, who is our expert sewist, found this pillow pattern that she knew would "stretch" our (Pam & I) skills, but still be do-able and fun.
We made the hexies ahead of time so we would be able to finish the pillow by the end of the weekend. Good thing we did. The placement and affixing of the hexies before sewing was probably the most time consuming part. But we met our goal of getting that done on Friday pm so we could sew on Saturday.
Machines and supplies were set up on this great dining room table that also had very comfortable chairs.
The views from the balcony that looked out to the lake were wonderful. For some reason it seemed like we were closer to the clouds out there.
By 3:30 on Saturday, after only one quick trip to town to get more thread, we were all done with our pillows.
Which of course meant it was time for cloud watching. Which is best done with a gin and tonic. Gin and tonics are not my usual go-to cocktail, but after having these with Cidadelle gin infused with fruits and aromatics, I am sold. I am thinking about calling the airbnb owners to see if they do a 2 hour balcony sit rent thing... I won't even go in the house, just sit on the balcony and look at the clouds and sip on my cocktail.
In addition to pillow making, we discussed Cod versus God, books and book clubs, travel adventures, identification of bird calls, pranayama, and about a million other things. Pam introduced us to smoked oysters on crackers, Ann made pecan/blue cheese stuffed dates, and I baked a camembert cheese. There were grapes, pickles, vegetables, chili-walnut dip, almonds... it was all marvelous.
The balcony is also perfect for morning coffee by the way.
Here is my pillow. I had not had the walking foot on my machine for awhile and was glad to have experts there to help me. I told Ann she needed to call me every 6 weeks and remind me to put it on the machine just so I will remember how. I can definitely see using a similar linear pattern to quilt more projects.
Those women in quilting guilds long ago (and today) knew/know what they are doing. It's so great to have someone to help you troubleshoot when things go awry.
Useful information and helpful links:
Airbnb name is vistalawrence and they have an instagram account with that same name.
My new favorite gin for gin and tonics is Citadel Jardin infused with fruits and aromatics. If you have tried the Sapphire Bombay Murcian Lemon do let me know how it compares. I couldn't find it in Lawrence.
After a night of storms earlier in the week, the clouds remained impressive on a morning walk.
The geese were honking with all their might as I passed by. Maybe they were telling their pals to get on the floating platform and the last one there was a rotten egg? Why do humans seek to interpret the languages of other species? I always wonder what birds in particular are communicating with their calls. But really I just love hearing them.
The green of spring, is the most vibrant of all the shades of green, especially on a cloudy morning.
I hope you have a spring ramble planned for the weekend, whether it's green, by the ocean on a beach, in a garden of amazing flowers, or through a cityscape with interesting buildings. Enjoy.
After a morning walk this week, I drove though old west Lawrence. Looking for blooming trees. I was not disappointed. The magnolias have all gotten the message - "it's time to wake up".
In my mind, the whole city is a garden, and I feel free to visit my favorite spots as desired. Those that are readily accessible anyway. It is not my habit to sneak over fences, or wander into backyards. At least not at this time.
I am of the mind that all gardeners, everywhere, appreciate anyone who appreciates their expertise.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
On a recent short outing, I was so pleased to see this grouping of Star Magnolias blooming. Every year, at the end of March, beginning of April, when the winds blow, signaling the arrival of Spring, I begin to watch for them to do their thing.
The shift from bare stems, to blooms, then leaves, is fast… but oh it's glorious.
This year was no different.
I love the waxy petals, the hint of palest pink, the green of the grass, the blue of the sky.
Every single year, without fail, I feel like it's the first time I have ever seen this transformation.
It never fails to astonish and delight.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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".
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.
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.
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.
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....
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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?
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.
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
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.
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.
