Connecting to a Past

America is called the great melting pot and should you look at my own family tree, you’d find the pot bubbling away with good French wine, a German goulash, Irish soda biscuits, English cheddar and a bit of Scottish Drambuie.

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There is a Season

Every now and then when I look at my boys, I have one of those moments. My heart aches, my eyes gather pools and there is a thick sadness in my throat. They are growing fast. The oldest only has two more years at home and that thought panics me. I feel like I want them to live with me forever.

Back in Season

Back in Season

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Round and Round She Goes

If I tuck my knees just under my chin, I’m certain that any casual observer could give me a nudge and I would begin rolling. It was a big food weekend.

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Vegetable Platter at The Turquoise Room

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Cleaning with Silk

Inside the case that holds my eyeglasses is a small cloth designed specifically for buffing the lenses clean. I am notorious for wearing specs full of thumbprints and other smudges and frankly, once I’ve been wearing them, I don’t even notice it.

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If the Label Fits

It’s purely coincidence that Argylesock and I were having a dialogue about GMO labeling just last week. Then, last Monday, Connecticut, a blue state with the highest per capita income in the U.S., became the first to require food manufacturers to label products that contain GMOs. Well, they almost did. IMG_1008

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Red Ingenuity

If you’ve been hanging out here for any period of time, then you can count on two fingers the number of times that I’ve brought you sweets. Never having developed a sweet tooth, I’ll trade my post-meal pastries for savory salt and vinegar chips any day. Today is different however as this treat works with my CSA and comes with a history and a lesson.

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Decorating the Day

As a child, we always went to the cemetery on Memorial Day. I grew up in a community where my parents had also grown up so we had a history there. None of the neighbors or relatives who’d passed were lost in battle and few were in the military but we went, regardless. We cleaned up the grave sites and placed peonies grown in my grandmother’s yard.

Photo courtesy of Photographer, Poet and Teacher MagicalMysteryTeacher.wordpress.com

Photo courtesy of Photographer, Poet and Teacher MagicalMysteryTeacher.wordpress.com

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Asparagus Aspersions

Don’t be casting aspersions on my asparagus! Or said another way, please refrain from tarnishing the reputation of my flowering perennial vegetables.

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She’s Quite the Tart

Is it any wonder that the English language is difficult to acquire? When I say “tart”, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Is it a pastry or a woman?

Let’s go with this: A pastry shell with shallow sides, no top crust, and any of various fillings. She may be a bit shallow and lacking upper crust but put on the lipstick and heels as this promiscuous girlfriend is worth the trouble.

Quite the Tart

Quite the Tart

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D-Day

At a recent leadership class, I was asked to take the Gallup organization’s Strengths Finder. I like their practice of focusing on strengths rather than weaknesses as it truly a way of achieving breakthrough performance in both work and non-work activities. The feedback was plentiful with adjectives to describe me; adaptable, independent, connector, maximizer. Unfortunately, in the days that followed, I received another label.

Making up for Deficiency

Making up for Deficiency

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