Stories from my molehill life.

The Room of One’s Own

There are two ways to see Monet’s garden at Giverny. You can see it from ground level…

..or you can climb a hill and see it from above. Either way…

…it’s quite a sight.

It’s been chilly here in Normandy, that is when the sun isn’t shining and warming you to your tootsies — those clouds can turn [...]

The Long and Winding Road Down the Garden Path

If at first you don’t succeed, or if at second, third, and fourth you don’t succeed (see above) then pour yourself a nice big gin and tonic and sit around listening to sad songs (I prefer old Motown, the Temptations Since I Lost My Baby and the like) and feel sorry for yourself and seriously [...]

Dancing in the Streets

In addition to painting a big ole New Orleans French Quarter vue this week we will also be catching up on important issues of the day which includes the recent appearance of a possible new member of our herd of backyard cats:

No, that’s not a new Wanderer, that’s just good ole house cat Penelope playing [...]

The road home from NOLA.

If you love the fleur-de-lis you’ll love New Orleans:

I don’t know if they put fleur-de-lis ornaments on their Christmas trees in France but I’m sure they do in New Orleans…

…because in New Orleans they put the fleur-de-lis on everything:

Neither the fleur-de-lis nor the famed New Orleans frame of mind (Laissez les bon temps [...]

I’m gumnut, thanks — How are you?

I’ll get to the part where I paint with a toothbrush in a moment, but first we have to discuss GUMNUT BABIES:

Thanks to our dear Australian readers Bev, Megan, Karen, and Marguerite, who kindly answered my question in last week’s post, we all now know what a Gumnut Baby is:

A gumnut is the [...]

A week in the life.

This is the painting-in-progress that I made to cheer myself up on a soul-killing icy snowy March day and we will get back to it later in this post.

But let’s start this week’s round-up with a picture of my Long Island backyard at the very instant that Winter became SPRING on March 20, 2013 at 7:02 [...]

Some days I’m more thirsty than others.

Last Friday there was a blizzard here on the shore of the Long Island Sound. Oooo, so pretty:

On Saturday the sun came out. Sill kind of attractive, in a good old Winter kind of way:

On Sunday the forecast called for warming weather. Winter is starting to look [...]

Why My Life Will Never Be On Reality TV.

Because instead of having rich friends who talk behind my back (which is why I LOVE The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, New York, Atlanta, OC, and NJ) I have cats who have no trouble getting in my face:

Also, I do not spend my days shopping or party planning. Instead, I spend my days sitting [...]

Eye of the storm!

Heeding all the dire warnings about the on-coming blizzard that would paralyze the entire northeastern corridor of the United States of America (last Friday), I set up the Champagne-o-Meter at dawn:

But the morning’s flurry did not last, and it mostly rained all day until around 3 o’clock in the afternoon:

Then the snow stated coming down, [...]

In the eye of the beholder.

The first thing that annoyed me about my visit to the Barnes Foundation museum in Philadelphia was the building.

The taxi dropped me off right in front of the place and, as I stood there staring at it on a cold Sunday morning in January, I could not tell where the entrance was. At first, I [...]

Categories

Archives

Search

Visitors