Weekly Photo Challenge:



“Old friends sat on the park bench like bookends.” Capri, Napoli, Italy

Daily Gratitude: canning pepper jelly and fig preserves with my bestie; sun shiny day; getting my voice back

Quote of the Day: A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety. ~Aesop, Fables

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Weekly Photo Challenge: It’s Not This Time Of Year Without…


During the Fall season, the plant nurseries and farm stands are laden with beautiful mums and pumpkins. While many people think that mums are annuals, most sold at the markets are, in fact, hardy. So every Fall my garden explodes with mums of all colors. Here in the Mid-Atlantic region, we’ve been fortunate to have had unseasonably warm weather allowing my mums an extended growth. Lucky me, lucky bees.

Daily Gratitude: a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with family; my almost month-long cold abating; a warm shawl

Quote of the Day: The best way to learn to appreciate something is to be without it for a while.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Magic


I spotted these shoes in a shop window in Venice last week. I can imagine putting them on, closing my eyes, clicking my heels, and being transported to the ball.

Daily Gratitude: warm temperatures in November; colorful trees on the drive to Vineland; running into a former student at the market, hearing about his life

Quote of the Day: Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. ~Roald Dahl

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Weekly Photo Challenge:



A memory about Shine:

Every Saturday night, my brother, sister, and I were responsible for polishing our shoes for church. We’d lay newspaper on the kitchen floor, place our shoes atop the paper, and shine our shoes. When the shoe polish cap was unscrewed, a thin, metal rod was attached to the cap’s underside and at the other end a cotton ball dripping with polish. In the morning, we’d find that our shoes’ sole edges were stuck to the newspaper and we’d spend the better part of breakfast trying to remove it.

Oftentimes, I’d notice those pieces of newspaper during mass, and I found that I’d rather that preoccupy my mind than the gospel. 


Daily Gratitude: my six-day old cold beginning to abate; seeing birds flitting by the living room window as I lie here with my box of tissues; listening to British accents

Quote of the Day: unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Evelyn Dunbar


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Local


Not exactly a local haunt as it is a landmark. To some the Beesley’s Power Generating Station means that they’re on the gateway to their vacation homes. To others it means, weekends away from the hot streets of Philadelphia. It represents fishing, jet skiing, kayaking, boating, surfing, paddle boarding… The Tuckahoe Inn, the beach…

On this evening we were just finishing dinner, when I noticed the sky lighting up with pinks and oranges and changing by the seconds. For me, this local landmark means that I’m home.


Daily Gratitude: breakfasting with old high school friends; seeing the hawk watching over our block; finding, yet again, another swallowtail caterpillar in the garden

Quote of the Day: Think globally, act locally.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O


Resurrection Bay, Seward, Alaska

A memory about water:

Back in the late 50s we were “bumped” in Guam on a flight back to Hawaii and had to wait for available seats for four—my mother, two siblings and me. 

We were there for a week during monsoon season without a car, so exploring the island was out of the question. The housing in which we had to stay had a common- kitchen, living-, and dining room. 

One evening I left our apartment, accidentally locking the door behind me: the only key was now locked behind closed doors. (Yikes!) Without a car, nor a telephone, nor my Dad to come to the rescue, my mother had to make the decision to go out into the torrential rain to get a key from the housing office.

I was only nine years old at the time and didn’t realize the enormity of our dilemma. Needless to say, my mother, at her wits end for being left on an island without a car with three bored children, was quite incensed—and that’s putting it mildly. She was so angry that she dragged me out by the hand into the ultimate cats-and-dogs of rain storms to get a duplicate key.

Yelling along the way about how we’d have to walk a long distance to get to the bridge that crossed over the canal, my mother, spying a large pipe that crossed the now raging water, stopped dead alongside it. She took off her sandals, told me to sit (literally sit in the thank-goodness-to-betsy, warm rain), and then she proceeded to traverse the slippery pipe in the pouring rain.

It all turned out well. She got a key, and the housing officer drove her back to the apartment. For as long as I live, that memory will be etched in my mind, and it makes me realize how lucky I am to have my mother with me still today.

Daily Gratitude: a very engaging class of creative thinkers; an explosion of purple asters in my garden; spaghetti

Quote of the Day: We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. ~Thomas Fuller, Gnomologia, 1732

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia


During the 50s, I spent my entire primary school years, most impressionable years, living in Honolulu. So palm trees always remind me of Hawaii. Always will. Always will be.

The neighborhood boys were always trying to climb those towering trees and as I recall, some were successful—like my brother. The object was to try and loosen one of the coconuts even though they would fall eventually when they ripened. But it was a weekly, if not sometimes daily, challenge. 

And when no one was around, I’d take off my “go-heads” and have a go at it. (Everyone used to call flip-flops “go-heads” which was an evolved version of “go aheads” because living at the beach always left wet feet behind while the sandal, which Hawaiians now call “slippah,” would “go ahead” of the foot.)

I never did conquer the toe-splitting task although I did make it halfway up a few times on the palms whose trunks were half bent, kind of a cheat but not to a seven-year old. So whenever I see a palm tree, no matter where in the world I am, I will always think of my childhood in Honolulu. Always will. Always will be. Amen.

Daily Gratitude: another great volunteer session at school—children never seem to amaze me, love to see their spark; seeing a former student, grown and with children of his own AND getting a big hug; smiles from an old friend

Quote of the Day: What is the charm that makes old things so sweet? ~Sarah Doudney, “Between the Lights,” c.1875
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