at the halloween dance party.
happy halloween!
august is national peach month
—
‘peaches’
was my nickname
as a young child
which
i’ve happily
reclaimed
as a grandmother.
it feels like a perfect fit.
i’m celebrating
all month
and beyond.
Peach Blueberry Fruit Salad with Honey-Lime Dressing.
• 1 cup blueberries
• 2 peaches
• Juice from 1 lime
• 3 Tbsp honey
• Fresh mint leaves
Directions: Wash the blueberries and peaches. Cut the peaches into wedges. Arrange the blueberries and slices of peaches on a platter. Mix the lime juice and honey and drizzle over the fruit. Add fresh mint leaves, sliced thin or whole, and toss everything together. Enjoy.
—
sunrise paints the sky with pinks
and the sunset with peaches.
Cool to warm.
so is the progression from childhood to old age.
– vera nazarian
—
image and recipe credits:
sandiegouniontribune.com, roxyskitchen.com
while b and j
were in my care today
it was real hot outside
so we walked up to the ice cream store
dragging long sticks along the ground
jumping down the sidewalk
when i got a little lost
b said,
“maybe you’re taking the LONG shortcut”
yes, that’s it exactly
and
last thing i remember their dad saying
before he left was
“make sure they don’t get messy. we’re heading to a party as soon as i get home.”
well it kind of went bad in that department real fast
we took the short shortcut home
tossed acorns pinecones pebbles
onto the street
washed hands face arms legs shoes clothes phone and glasses
so much sweaty sticky fun.
——-
see any detour as an opportunity to experience new things.
– h. jackson brown, jr.
what do you think, little f,
should we have another baby one day ?
no.
why not?
because of the roller coaster.
what?
the roller coaster.
why?
because then you’d have 3
and someone would always
have to sit alone.
yes, i see now.
—
life is a roller coaster; you can either scream every time you hit a bump
or you can throw your hands up in the air and enjoy!
– author unknown
—
image credit: the coaster critic.com
hometeam
detroit lions
played the new york jets
in a pre-season matchup
and i had the chance
to share the seats
with one of my grandies, (m)
at his first american football game
he
hooted
cheered
wore the colors
ate stadium food
jumped
roared
and in the end
we won
even though
it was a bit different
from his
aussie rules football
no shorts
but lots of pads
coney dogs and pizza
and
heaps of breaks in the action.
welcome to america.
—
“ the trouble with referees is that they just don’t care which side wins.”
~tom canterbury
‘it’s called a record player and it plays records that
go ’round and ’round and the music comes out,’
says one little grandie
to another
when proudly showing off
his new home in america
and
all of the treasures
both old and new
that can be found inside.
four swings
divided by
six cousins
equals
one each
with
a
remainder of two
and
many
seems like forever
wait times.
some of the grandies
upstairs
near the bunk-bed room
pajamas on
unwinding
problem-solving
still full of energy
after a long day
spent enjoying and exploring
the water and sand and gardens and lawn
way up north
on a warm and breezy
michigan night.
f visits the garden
by the lake
kneels down
to talk to the bumblebees
to see them up close
then befriends them
as they
learn more about each other
full of calm and peace
without fear
and after they make
a short visit to his place
gently
puts them back
where he found them
and says
goodbye for now.
the garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
Michael Pollan
and with the return of the aussies
my band of grandies are back together
all on one continent
in one time and one place
sharing some mischief and one tiny space.
—
Jake: We’re putting the band back together.
Mr. Fabulous: Forget it. No way.
Elwood: We’re on a mission from God.
(The Blues Brothers)
—
last summer’s tiny space
the first time
they were ever all together
meeting in one big box.
—
I didn't have my glasses on.... 