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Memorial Day – Charting New Territory   2 comments

Let me start out by saying I had a very very very enjoyable, fulfilling, peaceful  Memorial Day Weekend – in the company of friends. What could be better?

  • S. came over to The House of Mars for coffee on  Saturday morning and then we went hiking.
  • Sunday I went to  see a movie with C. and enjoyed a wonderful home-cooked dinner at her house afterwards.
  • Monday? Monday I spent the day with the Masters of The House of Mars. Well, kind of. They stayed inside and held down the fort while I caught up on my To-Do  List outdoors. Caught up? No, that’s not  accurate, it’s more like I managed to stay in the race.

In the midst of the three-day weekend, Sunday morning, to be exact,  a wistful memory of Memorial Days past – long past –  tried to ruin my peaceful morning –  a vision of  days in my early 20’s when I used to go in on a summer group house rental at the Jersey Shore. Those were the days my friend! Our first weekend at the shore – a whirlwind of beach, bars, and BBQ’s and looking forward to a summer of the same! Now here I was,  sipping  coffee on the patio, reading  the Sunday Times and glancing from time to time at the  beautiful rhododendron next to me . Not quite the same. But hey, I decided I’m okay with that. To every season, turn turn turn… Life goes on.

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At the movies,  revisited the same peaceful acceptance of what can I call it – growing older (er, er, er growing older, not old) Entering the  lobby of the theater I was surprised to see a line at the ticket booth  – on such a beautiful sunny warm afternoon.  I wasn’t the only one not living it up at the  beach. When we finally had our tickets, senior tickets,  and were in the lobby, C, who was more observant than I, commented. Did you notice everyone on line was buying senior tickets!

And you know what –  that made it better. Now I know what the gang does on Memorial Day Weekend!

 

Unlike those days of old, I met the shortened workweek with  no  sun-burn, no hangover.

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Ya know, Life is still Good

 

Leaves, Who NeedsThem?   6 comments

Anyone who knows me knows I am always cold. Always.

New York winters are self-explanatory but summers are as bad. Air conditioning! It’s why you’ll never see me without a shawl in my bag. I’ve been known to duck out of a restaurant to grab my spare shawl from the car. The only redeeming factor of air conditioning is I can go outdoors to warm up!

So, with such an aversion to the cold, why am I devoting a blog to winter and how much I love it? Because of the trees. For me, winter is when the trees come into their glory. I love seeing them stand graceful and tall, shorn of their leaves.

Bone structure; people attribute the beauty of women like Katherine Hepburn, Ingrid Bergman, and the model, Imam to their exquisite bone structure. It’s the same for trees, reaching up to the grey winter sky with their skeletons unadorned, their branches raised in a hallelujah proclamation.

DSCN0271A Glorious Study in Monochrome.

I first fell in love with winter forests when I used to drive to Michigan to visit a friend. Summer woods are soft and huggy but you don’t get to see into them. Driving west along Route 80 in January, I’d steal a second from the road to peek into the woods where I could see deep and wide, viewing it as I imagine deer, rabbits, fox and the like see it; even conjuring up the trek of a few Native Americans making their way home. (All this speculation when my eyes were back on the road)

Then, when I moved to the House of Mars, and it came with its own canopy of woods I was always surprised to see that there are houses just above me – in winter.

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See the house?   It’s just left of center.

 In summer, they don’t exist – out of sight, out of mind.

But it wasn’t until Marcos came in to my life that I really began to like winter.  Well, almost. Bundled against the cold we venture out in the early morning with trees our stationary companions. Walking slowly along the same route every day gives me the opportunity to notice things I never notice when driving or running. And in winter I notice even more. Trees and bushes, heavy with leaves, blend into each other, but in winter they glory in their uniqueness.

But let me say no more. It’s their show.

Marcos is  ready

Marcos is ready

 

 

 

What great bone structure!

What great bone structure!

 

 

Hearty Winter Survivors of a Lush English Garden

Hearty Winter Survivors of a Lush English Garden

 

 

Winter Cheerleader's PomPoms

A Winter Cheerleader with Pom-Poms

 

 

My appreciation of winter isn’t limited to my eyes. My ears notice too.  The brook that flows through my little community is louder, clearer, with no leaves to muffle the sound.

Gurgle,  Gurgle

. Gurgle, Gurgle

 

 

Rhododendrons have the amazing power to shrink when the temps dip below 32, only to  bounce back as soon as the mercury starts to rise. But while they’re momentarily paper-thin, the wind turns them into  wind chimes.

Tinkle Tinkle

Tinkle Tinkle

 

Before I go inside, let me introduce you to my new winter best friend.

The Snow Boss

Hi, they call me The Snow Boss

 

And let’s check in on my summer best friend.

 

Wake Me when Summer's Here

Wake Me when Summer’s Here