About a million years ago, I entered a beauty pageant known as The Rose of Tralee. Yes, really. There were two reasons I was prompted to enter the particular pageant I did – one being that my teenaged friend/nemesis V had won the contest the previous year, and the second that it was a contest geared to Irish-American princess wannabees and that had my name all over it. Sign me up. I knew I was sunk when my current events topic during the contest involved Northern Ireland and Ireland and I made parallels to the Middle East and other historical religious wars. Nope, not quite what they were looking for.
Speaking of looking…here are some of the flowers I encountered during my visit to Ireland. Hope you enjoy them more than I enjoyed that damn pageant.
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The “I’m boreds” are still a distant promise yet to be fulfilled, but the events I’m here to tell you about are probably more appealing to grownups anyway. You know, people who don’t often have the luxury of being bored.
Let’s begin with an event scheduled for this evening,Tuesday, June 24th from 5;30-7pm at the Albany Desmond.. Have you been thinking about becoming more involved in your community? Perhaps you have a soft spot for a particular charity which you’d like to actively support with your time? Tonight’s event will introduce you to some opportunities and the women who help to make local charities and not-for profit organizations successful. Come, meet some new people and find a way to help make a difference.
Thursday night is the annual Historic Albany Foundation Hidden City House & Garden Tour in the city of Albany. This annual event takes place from 5-8 pm and features 10-15 historic homes and their gardens. The tour is described as “mostly” walkable and attendees set their own pace as they wander from house to house in whatever order suits. Let’s cross our fingers and hope for sunshine, but the event promises to be held rain or shine. Tickets and more information here.
Skip that graduation party you’re invited to on Friday and instead be a part of something just beginning – The Albany Barn. Do you know about this cool initiative? The mission of this not-for-profit is to develop “a permanent, sustainable creative arts incubator and community art center in Albany, NY – a place for artists, neighborhood residents and the public alike to create, collaborate, present and explore, particularly those who cannot afford or otherwise access such space and services.” Awesome, yes? They have a location, the former St. Joseph’s Academy, which they’re currently transforming to meet the needs of the community. Friday night from 5-8pm is their Build Up event – an artful slider slam featuring gourmet burgers, sandwiches and locally produced adult libations.
Stop saying there’s nothing to do, Albanians! Get there and get involved.
to focus on the beautiful Iris of spring! Lilac season has passed and the current floral fragrance scenting my evening run is lily of the valley, but what’s really feeding my visual senses are irises.
The irises this year – they have been spectacular! Maybe it is just because mine are finally doing something after settling in for the past 2 years in my parking strip flower patch, but I don’t remember ever seeing such a glorious array of iris varieties as I have noticed this spring.
The rain is kind of beating these beauties down a bit, but I console myself by cutting the ones I find lying horizontal and bringing them into the house to admire. Here they are for you to enjoy -
Yet another benefit of drinking – flower boxes!
Screw Hallmark – as far as I’m concerned, May 5th was my ideal Mother’s Day. No matter what happens next Sunday, I will cherish the day I had, from the scandalously late start to the fortified-with-an-afternoon-nap late ending – perfect! Let me be a little more specific…
Saturday night, I shot a SEEN gallery down at Prime 677. The occasion was a fundraiser for the Huntington’s Disease Society of America and it was a lovely event. The food was spectacular and the folks at Empire Wines rallied the troops to put on an extraordinary wine tasting. It’s been noted by some astute Times Union readers that whenever an event involves wine, I’m usually there. Guilty as charged.
I got home from the party working at about 10:30 only to find my little guy desperately upset that he had been denied a ‘s’more from the neighbor’s party, a situation I was able to correct with a soothing shower and some ice cream. Tucking him in at such a late hour gave me the first gift of Sunday – he slept until 10:00, which gave me an incredibly quiet morning. Soft music, strong coffee and the paper comprise my personal morning bliss trifecta. So far, so good.
After the boys departed at noon for their Dad’s, I got busy in the front yard with mulch and some annuals. The sun was glorious, birds were chirping and the simple joy of getting a little dirty made my heart sing. I had a mid afternoon visit from the person I most love spending time with and the day moved along at a pace that was completely enjoyable. I accomplished some other chores, including eating a fantastic lunch salad, and punctuated the afternoon with an indulgent nap on clean sheets. But, wait – there’s more.
Caesar salad with shaved Romano and grilled asparagus
As the day cooled down a bit, I tied on my running shoes and hit the streets for a 5-mile lap through the neighborhood. I had intended to go a bit further, but contented myself with not pushing myself too hard and tried to just enjoy myself. Done. A shower, a quick visit with the neighbors for a glass of wine and then home again for finale of the only reality show I would ever want to be on, The Amazing Race, and I was in bed by 10:15, thoroughly relaxed and satisfied with my day.
There weren’t any tulips or handmade crafts, but nonetheless it was a lovely day with a wonderful mix of boys, friends, productivity, relaxation and good food and wine. Mother’s Day 2013 is a done deal, as far as I am concerned. Any additional gifts are truly unnecessary, although I do have a fondness for the imperfectly made card along with a hankering for a French lilac bush. Just saying.
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I used to really have a way with plants. And I don’t mean that in a good way. Other than a single plant that somehow survived the days when I had to choose between nurturing the children or some potted greenery, I pretty much killed plants.
Something shifted, though, about 10 years ago. I inherited a rubber plant (tree?) from a friend departing town, and unlike our friendship, this plant has thrived. Two re-pottings later this plant towers over me and is beautifully lush all year long. My confidence grew and I took on a spider plant, which became multiple plants as it happily threw off shoots. I began forcing flowers
during the winter and more seriously puttering around my tiny front garden. But the day I knew I had arrived as a competent plant tender was when Lisa gave me a mostly dead fern, a type of plant that I have killed on a routine basis, and told me I could make it live. And I did.
Last year I added an asparagus fern, also nearly dead, to my indoor garden and its beautiful feathery fronds make me happy every time I see them. I also dug up my parking strip (the grass between the curb and the sidewalk) and added some herbs and iris to my landscape. Yeah, I got this.
Whether you struggle with gardening or have a natural green thumb, Botanic Studio
on River Street in Troy is bound to inspire. The space is gorgeous and tranquil and each eyeful of the shop is pleasing. Get yourself to Troy and bring some of that peace to your home.
After a day booked so full of errands and chores that the only thing I didn’t schedule was time to breath, I took a long run tonight. There were moments when I knew I needed to take a break and walk, but I didn’t. The route I took was a new one to me and I mentally dubbed it the “big girl route.”
The run was the perfect, late spring evening run – absolutely sublime. There were only good smells, and the moisture in the air which felt like dampness this morning, now only added to my glisten. My mind let go and provided a good example to my muscles which released as the miles ticked off. I began considering all the meanings of the word “light” and realized that I had been using it pretty exclusively as a measurement of illumination. But, didn’t it describe so many other actions?
I ran past gatherings of people on porches and decks and stoops. One group of second floor porch dwellers taunted their buddy in his convertible to “Light ‘em up!!” I hadn’t heard that particular phrase in so long that it caused me to remember another phrase of the same era – “Light up.” I smiled a bit broader.
I approached a corner and continued straight instead of making my usual left turn. I was unfamiliar with the traffic light I now faced – new territory, more exhilarating than scary. I saw a beautiful grassy lawn behind a romantic brick wall and the most meticulously maintained home I had never noticed.
I continued and thought about how important it is to lighten up sometimes. Stop carrying that which weighs us down. Or maybe share the burden with someone. Consciously release to something new.
You remember the steps – Stomp hard on the gas.
We have fragrant blooms, people!! It was seriously crazy how quickly these bulbs provided gratification, but what would you expect in a November in which the temperature exceeded the average daily high for 21 of 27 days?