15 years ago…

october 31—not just halloween, not only reformation day, but also the 15th anniversary of the day my daughter moved Away…not to NYC, like you might expect…but to West New York, New Jersey……

that’s about 10 minutes from the very Hoboken, New Jersey that I’m looking at on TV—pictures of flooded, blown-apart devastation…

i remember looking at the skyline as i waited for the bus to take me across the lincoln tunnel to the port authority at about 35th? 36th?   south of that bus stop is dark now, underwater in some spots…

as relieved as i am that the casa at 102nd between 1st&2nd is okay…this ..still..gets to my heart…

in the 15 years since melissa left college for nyny, i’ve seen the landscape change, but…but…this is just…what can i say..

i’m very proud of my daughter and the home she and her husband have established for their daughters; i Love New York City…

But it is occasionally  heart-breaking…

xoxoxo

worry with me..

i am worried sick over NYC…Lord, this looks like hell.  you may know, melissa and her family are okay, but without power.  i’m not going to make frivolous calls and use up their batteries, so i’m trying to distract myself with my own trivial complaints…and it’s Not working…

at least they’re safe, i know…but what do the days ahead hold for them?  how long will it be before they can even get out and see where their car floated to?  they are very near the east river and i’m sure the water surged all over their usual walk to emma’s school;  what will be left?  what’s going to happen with that crane???

so you see why i’m not going to bother her with my frantic questions…

and what about me?  why does my whining suddenly seem so selfish and…uhm, whiney..?

deep breaths…everything is going to be All Right…  (this is the first time i’ve had the News on since August…glad to see the old Heads again)

take care, new yorkers…xoxoxo

eggs-over-easy & bourbon

casey was the cook last night…

the bacon was a little crisp, but the eggs were just the way i like them…perfect with a little b&w…

lows were mid-40’s and they’ll be in the upper 30’s all week, but the fire was warm enough…

this picture reminds me:  i heard some scarey sounds coming from the woods last night and i’m pretty sure the goblins and spooks have returned.  anybody who’s brave enough to come by After Dark and go down there will receive a special treat…just let me know when…(not monday) and we’ll have a fire and some flashlights ready…

Boo!

after a supper at hilltop, we accompanied the jrs to mesker park zoo’s halloween extravaganza…

our little princess rapunzel with the lit-up boots had a great time practicing her “trick-or-treat” ing and posing…

and topped it off with some fancy pumpkin-painting…

we don’t really get trick-or-treaters here at sonnystone unless friends bring by their kids/grandkids…we’ve got some candy ready just in case, so bring your little spooks on…

campfire I

the warmth left the area last night while we slept, blowing in cold rain… it’s quite a drop from last night when we soaked up the last of the warmth around a campfire…

ali, ben, noah, sam, lauren, alex, berkeley, briley, michael, jess and olivia came by last night for a walk…err..run in the woods:

hot dogs, s’mores, perfect weather…

with the temps dropping down into the 30’s now, it’s time to put away the camper.  i was hoping to have one more campfire before we batten down the hatches…  the week-end looks promising,,,

other people’s gardens

when i signed on to water the reitz home garden (for master gardeners) 10/21 through 11/2, i didn’t expect to be Still watering…  it was back in late june and in the heat of those days, i figured it would be Winter by now…   but instead it’s this glorious indian summer….   if you’ve never visited the home, now is a good time to go.  the urns are always beautiful (the east one is a little burned up, but you can’t tell unless you look closely):

but this picture of the shade garden showcases the beauty of the sunset washing over the plants and inspired me…again:

have a wonderful day, y’all…

good mornings…

the path down into the woods that we call solla sollew (where they never have troubles, at least very few) is especially beautiful this time of year…the path winds for about 1/3 mile…

then emerges into our meadow…

it’s soo inspiring…but you’ll have to add your own homily, poem, or meditation;  i’ve got to get to work.

have a great day..!