Sunday, February 26, 2012

one year ago today

This day in February will always paint a picture for me. My Father died last year on this date. It was Saturday evening, just before midnight. I was there with him and heard his last breath.


When memory paints in colors true,
The happy hours that belonged to you.
~Helen Steiner Rice~


In a corner in my house, an especially bright patch of pink

Cyclamens speak winter to me. But last year I could not find a cyclamen anywhere to be purchased even though I searched high and low. So I bought an orchid instead, a Sarcochilus hybrid. I successfully kept it alive and well all winter in the same corner where the cyclamen now blooms.

wednesday granola

A Wednesday morn in May appears to be a very good day to begin a binge of healthy eating once again.  This granola is super easy to make...