neigborhood nest

I've been mildly jealous of our neighbors for the past few springs. Lovely as they are and lovely as their vine-covered porch is, I don't understand why the robins make their nests over there and not over here. There's something promising about a robin flying in and out of a carefully constructed curve and when the little eggs hatch and the chick's mouths open for food and song you know that spring is here. So, I invite myself to sit with the neighbors to share the pleasure. But this year the Mr. pointed out a nest in the holly bush RIGHT outside the front door! It's carefully camouflaged and up high out of the way of predators so I live in hope of chicks and cheer any day now.



just moved in



wedding and anniversary

Yes, I got up early to watch William and Catherine get married and turned on the TV just as the bride emerged from the hotel wearing that gorgeous gown that suited her slender figure so well. It's my wedding anniversary today: this time 22 years ago we got married in a ceremony that could not have been less like a traditional wedding - on the beach in Key West. I wore a white shirt and a patterned Kenzo skirt with a marvellous pair of green suede flats. Husband wore shorts and a button down shirt. I had a garden flower bouquet; he had a great tan from windsurfing that morning. There were four guests. A little different than today's hoopla but, hey, we're still together and in fact we are celebrating by playing golf this afternoon - a true test of true love!

easter treat

When my girls were little (and not so little) the wonderful neighbors would leave a message from the Easter bunny written in chalk on the driveway and scatter candy-filled eggs on the lawn. The girls would eagerly await Easter morning to see what the bunny had written and left for them. They would scurry outside with their little straw baskets to pore over the greeting and collect the treats. It never failed to delight. Today I looked out and saw two little eggs - one greenwich green, one lilly pink - tucked in next to the morning paper. Yes, we were delighted! 




a bit of color on a cloudy day



a day of activities

for someone else. Perhaps it's time my daughter got her driving license? It's school vacation and we don't have plans - she's keeping herself busy enough but she IS old enough to drive and I really must make that happen. It doesn't qualify as a "favorite thing" for me but it should be for her and I might be getting in the way of that. So today she will drive to track practice, the eye doctor and her viola lesson and I will sit next to her while I try to be calm, patient and quiet. Taking my pulse surreptitiously.

wonderful wedding weekend

I'm just back from the.best.weekend.ever. Husband and I flew to the west coast of Florida for a wedding. My dear friend had spent months planning the wedding and allied activities and it was evident in every second of the magnificent and magical weekend. Fortunately travel all went smoothly (apart from a major traffic jam on the Whitestone Bridge on the way to JFK) and we arrived in time for sunset cocktails and dinner on the beach. 




picture perfect evening



Much later after dinner we wandered over to a quaint establishment for additional refreshments. That night I felt like a college student but not so much the next day when the sun rose! Husband went off for a round of golf and I headed to the beach where I made a new friend and we walked and talked up and down the shore. I spent the day swimming and sunning and enjoying all the treats of the beach club. The wedding ceremony took place on a banyan tree lined street in the middle of the village - it was a glorious evening and the bride was a vision of beauty in an off-white lace dress and family veil.




base of a banyan



After the ceremony we all walked together through town to the inn for the reception - dinner followed by dancing until the wee hours: so many lovely people, gorgeous flowers, great band, delicious food - including midnight treats. There's something to be said about a grilled cheese sandwich eaten as the clock strikes twelve during a night of revelry (and wine)! On Sunday morning husband struggled bravely on his run to the lighthouse before joining me at the beach for a swim. Suitable energized we joined the family and friends for brunch before catching our flight during which the Mr. was able to watch the Masters. Nice!