THIS GATHER-THE-FLOWERS-DAY

blog post not brought to you live from the field.

But brought to you, nonetheless, just  as cut, arranged and directed!

The voila!
process
of
the
vibrant
blossoms
of the
gardens
turning into
none other
than
twenty-two
Mason-
jars-full
of
beautiful
wedding
flowers!

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THIS NEXT-DAY BLOG POST

brought to you live from The Rental House in Asheville, NC, where the scenery is sensational and the air is damp.   Photos and story to trail.

THIS BLOG POST BROUGHT TO YOU

live from a fourth-floor hotel room in the very hometown of President Woodrow Wilson.   As it just so happens, The Yard Man and I are en route to the marriage ceremony of our Dark-haired Daughter and David.
Rest assured, Reader Dear, there will be more news of this later.

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OKAY, OKAY

This month of backlog has loitered long enough.  Here are a last few bits and pieces and then it's  relegated categorically and unequivocally and officially to The Past.

One day during the past month I was honored to get a celebrity invitation to the local Barnes and Noble store.  The Little Actor called me personally to see if I'd be interested in meeting him and his escort and The Tiny Actor there.

I was,  of course!
And I went.

It was a lovely time! As well as food and books and video screens, we enjoyed a nature show, compliments of a local spider!*
*(Just so you know, Viewer Dear, this show of insect intrigue took place outdoors [I am happy to say].)
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Here's a second film of nature.  These "Tree of Vultures" critters were not such a lively bunch, really.

But, perhaps they were just soaking up the pleasantly overcast day, as was I, sitting there on the deck of my stitcher's (she of stitching fame) house while she stitched upon a dress for me.

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Since the theme appears to be nature shows, Viewer Dear, I'll just give you yet one more:  (It just squeaked into this month-long backlog.  The butterfly lived in Virginia during my Family Reunion weekend [perhaps she still does]). 

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YES, EVEN MORE

to this backlog.

There was the second trip to Philadelphia.  When The Yard Man questioned, "Why do you have to go back to the eyeglass place?"
and I said, "Because the guy has to measure me for the prescription."
And then he said, "But he already did measure you!"
 I said, "Well, he has to measure me again."
Then he said,  "That can't be right!  When I got my glasses, he only had to measure me once."
I did some mumbling, Reader Dear.*
*(Er, that final choice between two frames [soon as I ordered one and left the store (oh, yeah, for sure)] I knew I liked the other pair more).

On this trip we had rain.

Of course, that precipitation made it an ideal day for visiting Reading Terminal Market again; for marveling at the long lines (wherever the food was best), and having a marvelous cup of coffee (where the coffee line was longest). "I've been drinking this coffee every morning for eighteen years!" said the gentleman ahead of me in line.  "It's the best coffee in the country. People come from far and wide to get it!" He stepped up to the counter and the coffee man knew his order.  (I upped mine to LARGE)

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Dear Reader, I'm getting a new kitchen!

Though, er, it's only in Apartment fifty-nine.  My smallest.  Nonetheless, choosing between all the lovely samples stirs my blood a little.  You may assume, astutely, you're going to see more photos of this project as time moves forward.












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It was another sky show with the Small Actor.  This one included horses. And a fresh-picked apple.