Whoever is in charge of naming new paint colors: Bravo!
I stopped by Lowe’s (the building supply mega-store) the other day (to pick up more birdseed) and on my way out I passed by the Paint Dept. I dropped my 35-poung bag of bird food and spent a very pleasant half hour picking through the new paint brochures.
This is what our back patio looked like three snowstorms ago.:
That orange streak is Taffy, heading into the cat door on the side of our house, off the mud room.
Since then the snow has gotten deeper and icier and depressinger and I didn’t feel like taking pictures of it. It’s really ugly out there. 50% […]
Someone has to say it, so it might as well be me: Jeeze. I go away for a year and LOOK at the mess the world gets itself into. So I’m very happy to be baaaaaaack: Voice of Reason, thy name is Vivian.
Thank you all, Dear Readers, for all your notes last week, welcoming me back […]
We love Pumpkin Time here on the shores of the Long Island Sound.
I detect a slight flaw in the Pumpkin Placement Plan here.
Pumpkin Time is a good time to remember the most lonely word in the English language: Orange. The color gets a bad rap for being garish and unfriendly but some of my […]
This is why I am illustrating my Damn Garden Book instead of photographing it:
This (above) is the entrance to the Secret Garden belonging to my neighbor (and most excellent Chilled Wine Cocktail On The Patio Hostess). You have to walk through the wooden doorway to get to this:
Now, if I were a mere photographer I […]
So, it’s Friday evening and I’ve poured myself a nice cold of Pinot G., and I’ve met my deadlines for the week (yes, Dear Readers, sometimes people actually pay me to write.) and you and me can discuss the crucial issues of the day.
Namely, Summer is over. I watched it go, sitting in my backyard, […]
Last Sunday Top Cat took me into a magical woods on the southern shore of the Long Island Sound…
…otherwise known as The Gold Coast of Ye Olde Long Island…
…where Ye Olde Money of yore transplanted ancient yew trees from the Olde Worlde to make Instant Stately Homes (now gone to ruin)…
…and where the haunted forest […]
As a writer/illustrator who doesn’t want to bore my dear blog readers I tend to focus on the illustrating party of my work because if I wrote about writing all you’d see is a picture of me sitting at desk, pulling my hair out.
If I wanted to bore the dear readers of this blog, I would blog about […]
It is December, 1966. I am ten years old and in sixth grade at North Willow Grove Elementary School. In a parallel universe there is a girl my age with perfect hair walking to school with her little sister:
In this parallel universe this girl’s name is Elizabeth Terry (although it appears that we use the […]