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Returning from Ferguson after my "Final Four" months at the end of 2014, the trumpet plants were still blooming all over New Orleans. What a treat to discover them laden and lovely. The freezes have stolen them away, but I'm psyched because I can see where all of mine are coming back along the driveway. Not only are they beautiful and fragrant, but they became my symbol of the storm from drowning to recovery.
We are ready for our best season yet!
The hat and Mom's handkerchief quilt are safely tucked away at the Chatette until our return. From time to time, I struggle to remember where I've put things when I've left. Many need to be taken down or rested someplace "safer". Mom's quilt generally goes inside of a suitcase. The hat-I can't really remember what I did with it. Sometimes "safe" means that I can't find things when I return. Eventually, they resurface. I laugh at myself. Laughing at myself is always a good thing!
...when I can pretend I have a sweet, little, tucked-away French Bistro right within my kitchen-sometime keep me going when I know the real thing is further off in space and time than I'd like.
With the warmer weather teasing us with a sprinkling of days here and there; I know it's on the way. Most of the lace curtains had been back in the apartment, but now with a tenant there they are mine again. Not only do they make the kitchen feel more "French"; they bring more light, airiness and dancing rainbows. Even Sam's litter spot is duded up with some of our Cadrieu lace.
I confess-I love my Columbus Street kitchen. You can put between 4-6 of my Cadrieu kitchen inside!
Join me for a wine and cheese sometime?
See the master at work in the kitchen on Dupre Street. As you can see, it's not all wine and conversation. It makes no difference if Stew is building a shed, working the garden, or cooking and baking; his results never cease to amaze me. Look at the size and height of those two loaves of bread!
I don't usually think of bread a pretty, but these are beautiful!
Imagine a huge, warm slice fresh out of the oven with butter. Or, how about a huge ham and swiss cheese sandwich? (I'd bet a half would be enough.) What a treat to find treasures in Stew's kitchen any day of the week! Happy Sunday!
...through the magic of photography and strength of heart!
...City Park this morning, but too many rain drops to dodge on my bike.
Maybe tomorrow!
Raining since my return from teaching on Tuesday, yesterday's afternoon of white wine and apple pie was a remedy to cabin fever and a special treat for me over on Dupre Street. Louie greeted me with twirly-birds, butt-bites, and begging attempts in the kitchen. But alas, the pie didn't come out till later and then I obliged. Eric and I attempted to solve the problems of the world while Stew worked in the garden and put some finishing touches on the new shed. Louie and Stew were defintely more successful in their quests than Eric and I.
Special thanks to Eric for the photo above. (I'd showed up camera-less again.) Look at that crust. Stew's desserts are the best, and for a crust-girl like me...I was in heaven.
...line of demarcation in this photo of sky, trees, light, and creature. City Park always provides a multitude of magical moments. Let it carry you and enjoy!
Even though I showed up Saturday with my New Orleans French Market broad-brimmed red hat, I confess that it never made it to my head. First in the bike basket (it was windy), then hooked to a suspender strap of my overalls; it was everywhere but there.
I must leave it to one of my "men who dress me". Mike pointed out that the problem was that it was NOT a floppy hat. It was too stiff and did NOT fall nicely...pretty, but not floppy. And of course, he was right. Not only was he on target, but he brought another red one for me that flops just right.
To be honest, I think it looks even better on him than me. A girl can never have too many red hats! We're ready for whatever next big event comes along...Another Huge Merci to Mike!
Saturday's Red Umbrella March for Awareness of HIV/AIDS in the African American Community in New Orleans brought out supporters throughout the New Orleans community. For me, it was a day of old friends, making new friends, and picking the photo from the photos of my friends that was my favorite. Above, you have the "old friends"-John, Mike and I. Below, you have my new friend-Demetrie Ford.
And, this is my favorite photo of the day that was taken by David Munroe!
Come out and join us next year!