Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Leap Day

The Golden Book of 365 Stories has been a great resource for my 365-day project of photos inspired by poetry. I knew that the book contained a poem for February 29th, and I knew that I'd want to use it today. I'm thankful I read it early on, because that gave me time to bake a cake and one cupcake to feature in my photo. (The kids are loving my project; it has provided them with many fringe benefits.)

Photos taken 2/29/12

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Old Faithful

Caddie has gotten old and tired, but she's still a sweetheart.

Photo taken 2/28/12

Monday, February 27, 2012

Would You Like a Glass of Wormwood?

There are evenings when I flip back and forth through poetry books, frantically searching for something that will work with a photo I'd taken earlier in the day. At other times, I read through poetry books in the afternoon and find a verse that makes me think, "That's it; I know exactly what I'll do." Today was the latter sort of day. I dug out the white tablecloth, the fancy plates, good silver, crystal glasses, linen napkin and candle. I then crumbled some crackers on a plate, poured cold tomato soup into a bowl and smeared it around with a spoon, lit the candle poured a glass of wine, and glass of water. Then, of course, I added green ink to the glass of water. Wormwood, any one?

To read the poem that inspired these machinations, click here.

Photo taken 2/27/12

Sunday, February 26, 2012

On My Bookshelf

These are most of the books (and one magazine) I'm reading/studying right now.

Photo taken 2/26/12

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Duo

Stella and Jack played together most of the day. In fact, I saw very little of Stella, and I missed her.

Photos taken 2/25/12

Friday, February 24, 2012


Henry and Sam have fabulous adventures out in the woods.

Photos taken 2/24/12

Thursday, February 23, 2012


When Stella and Jack are getting along, they make a very cute couple.

Photos taken 2/23/12

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


This afternoon, I sat reading at one end of the kitchen table, while Henry sat painting at the other end. Stella was at his elbow, and I caught snippets of their conversation:

Stella: "That's a flower, not soy-el."
Henry: "Yes, it's a flower, but the brown part is the soil. Soil is dirt. It's what the flower grows in."
Stella: "Yes, but that's a flower."
Stella: "Now use yellow."
Henry: "I'm not ready for yellow."
Stella: "Use yellow."
Henry: "It's a tulip."
Stella: "It's not a tulu. It's a flower."

Photos taken 2/22/12

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

One Thing Leads to Another

It was high time I changed the sheets on Sam's bed. It had been a couple of weeks. Of course, getting into his room, with it's Lego-covered floor, is a challenge. As long as I was there, I figured I'd start cleaning. So, I got out the vacuum and started under the bed. Unfortunately, there are many boxes of books under the bed. I hate having books in boxes, but there's no room for them all on our shelves. I opened the boxes. Perhaps I shouldn't have, but I did. I'm at a good place. I can now get rid of books that I've had for decades, books that we've never read, books that we've read but didn't really like, books that we never will read. I also traded some of the books on the shelves for some of the books in the boxes. (But Sam's bed still has no sheets on it.)

Photos taken 2/21/12

Monday, February 20, 2012


Luke starts as a ROOKY.
I take a JOB.
That makes Dennis RAVE,
But Henry thinks it's FAB.
Don't worry; it's just SCRABBLE.

Photos taken 2/20/12

Sunday, February 19, 2012


I'm much more comfortable behind the camera, but every now and again, I have to give it a go.

Photo taken 2/19/12

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Letting Go

I've decided that it's time to let go of the past — at least some of it. I've been sorting through boxes of letters, cards and other correspondence I've been keeping for decades. I've gotten rid of a lot, but there are some missives I simply can't let go of yet.

Photo taken 2/18/12

Friday, February 17, 2012

The Poetry of a Small Town

I like the poem, "What I Learned from My Mother," which I picked for today's photo, but it doesn't really remind me of my mother. For me, it's simply about growing up in a small town.

Photo taken 2/17/12

Thursday, February 16, 2012


It was relatively warm today, and Stella wanted to go outside. So, we got her into her snow boots and black coat (the brightly colored lining has cherries on it; Stella thinks they're apples, so she calls it her Apples to Apples coat). She didn't see any need to change out of her puppy dog jammies first. Those jammies, by the way, were given to Luke, when he was little, by my Aunt Olga and Uncle Jim. Stella is the sixth child to wear them. Caddie was happy to play outside with Stella, but the old girl will be feeling it in her arthritic legs later.

Photos taken 2/16/12

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


This evening, Stella spent about an hour lining up dice, building a "train." She found it so engrossing, she did not want to stop to give Daddy a kiss, but ... she finally capitulated.

Photos taken 2/15/12