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sunday tune: matt pond pa - love to get used




My favorite local radio station WRUW is having their annual telethon; we made a donation because nothing beats music made and chosen by humans and because Chasing Infinity and The Cream of Broccoli Radio Hour have been the soundtrack for our Sunday mornings for more years than I care to tot up.

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It's snowing this morning, and we've already been outside once to check the bird feeder and rake the snow (the rake being Hugh's favorite yard tool). I imagine we'll be out again after nap and lunch.

I am wearing my new favorite sweater. It looks beige, but is actually flecked with all sorts of bright colors (when I was in New York, I saw a similar tweed at BDDW covering a settee and made into a coat; the sweater was a more affordable way to get a little of the multicolor magic).

Weekend plans:
And a few things worth reading (from The New Yorker, The Washington Post and The NYRB):
And just like that, nap time is over. Next week: a few more gift guides. Happy weekend.

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Little bits of seasonal cheer:
Happy weekend.


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Falling leaves and visits from friends. I made and froze a batch of homemade chicken stew (I leave out the cream and it is still plenty rich); in my efforts to be fancy, I used purple carrots, and now the gravy is lavender. Hopefully my guests won't mind.

Of note:
Happy weekend.

Paul Cézanne: Study of Trees, 1904. Oil on canvas. Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, The Lois Orswell Collection.

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More sunrises.

Most mornings, the baby starts calling between 6:00-6:30. The early start means we get to see the world wake up. This photo of a misty field is from our Wednesday walk, and Sean saw Venus and the crescent moon yesterday (I am hoping for clear skies this weekend so I can see it, too).

Weekend-wise, our plans are low key: mainly walks and naps. We have pizza dough rising on the stove and I may make another batch of grape jam, depending on sleeping/waking states. It is a bit time intensive, but the flavor is spoonable fall deliciousness. I suspect it would be great with fancy cheeses, though most of ours goes to PBJ.

Thinking about:
Happy weekend.

the dog house




It's hard to believe it's been a month since I've posted anything here. To tell the truth, I have been in a bit of a storybook state. Sean and I are expecting a baby. For three months, I was the dormouse from Alice in Wonderland, sleepy all the time. Now I am Rapunzel's mother, insatiably craving green leafy foods. We are only about half-way through, so there is plenty of time for more tales to unfold.

This weekend is Valentine's, so I think I will have to make something with pink frosting and sprinkles. Also:
Happy weekend.

Silver dog house with reverse-carved rock crystal intaglio by Thomas Johnson for Collingwood & Co., 1880, available from Alastir Wood Tait.

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I'm recovering from some medical poking and prodding and confined to the couch for the next day day or so. It's the perfect opportunity to break in a new sweater and re-read some holiday favorites, but I am looking forward to being up and about again. I'd like to:
And of course there are still presents to wrap and a few last-minute presents to find. Happy weekend.

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It's time for a party: we are celebrating my beloved grandpa's 90th birthday on Sunday with a big family jamboree, so we'll be hitting the road on Saturday to wend our way to the southern part of the state. 

Otherwise:
Happy weekend.

Trench watch, ca. 1916. In the collection of Sergei Gutnikov, discovered via Lapham's Quarterly.

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It's been a wonderful week. My mom came to stay and we've cooked, cleaned and weeded. I've heard hawks calling to each other across the valley, glimpsed a fox slipping into the tall grass along the side of the road, noticed the strange sunset light after a late-day rain shower, stopped short at murmurations of starlings wheeling across the sky, and admired the slimmest crescent moon. I checked on the bees, and re-watched an episode of Nature about crows — remarkable creatures. They recognize faces, make their own tools, and speak a language with two dialects.

There's not much in the way of adventures or excursions on our agenda, but we're keeping busy with chores and homely pastimes.

Happy weekend.

Vintage Staffordshire child's mug, ca. 1830.

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While randomly looking for medieval tree of life images, I came across this image of a man in a fig tree. I love the little basket, and the shadows of trees that bleed through from the reverse.

Aside from unpredictable dives into Google image search, my weekend plans are pretty simple:
Next week: pipe organs and monsters

And I am intrigued by the idea of a newsletter. Some sort of monthly compendium might be an interesting format to explore, especially since I can't shake the feeling that this blog has somehow passed its expiration date. 

Happy weekend.

Tree image found here.


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Golden days.

Looking ahead:
Happy weekend.

Photos from yesterday morning's walk. The trees get a little brighter and a little barer every day.

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Boxes, boxes and more boxes, but also cider, a bonfire and some stargazing.

And a very short list of NYC suggestions, based on a few things we managed to see right before we left: 

Happy weekend.

Vintage abalone awl and thread winder from The Old Crow Shop.

imaginary outfit: ACE book sale



Tomorrow, I am making a westward pilgrimage to the ACE book sale at Case Western Reserve University. Shelf space has been cleared, and I have started mentally reviewing all the books I've been wanting to add to my collection so that I am ready to spot them. Tracking them in a notebook is futile; there are just too many, and in the heat of book-browsing, lists go out the window and serendipity rules.

I usually follow a two-visit strategy: a Saturday sweep through to look for pristine copies of coveted titles and unexpected gems, and a more relaxed visit on Monday, when prices are reduced and I can pick up stacks of single-read paperbacks on the cheap. At a good sale, I come away with a year's worth of fresh-to-me books. It's glorious. And afterwards, there is usually a veggie burger and milkshake to look forward to.

Happy weekend.

imaginary outfit: knocking around cleveland



Tomorrow, we are hopping in the car and driving west to spend five days in northeast Ohio. Plans include:

I'm packing the next book club book to re-read, Barbara Comyn's Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead. We meet next Monday at Community Bookstore, 7 p.m. on the nose. It's a speedy 193 pages.

Happy 4th.

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I hope to have this dilemma (we are headed back to Cleveland for the Case Book Sale). And so:
Happy weekend.

Image: From Herbie at the Library by Virginia Lake Burroughs, Activity Records Inc., Freeport, NY, 1978. Found at stopping off place.