Sunday, April 28, 2013

Greenwich Village Snapshot

Still beautiful.

Thanks to @lsdop for thinking of me (and you) as she walked by the tulips and cherry blossoms.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

At The Nursery

Gasko's Family Farm out in Monroe Township is a magical land of plentiful plants for rock bottom prices. We joined the hordes of bickering married couples overwhelmed by the bargains, unwieldy carts, and clotted aisles, enduring it all in the name of a more beautiful lawn.

Baby SevPrez arrived asleep and woke up in her stroller ready to party. She ran all the aisles, and ultimately fell in love with some tiny blue perennials and loaded up 4 of them in the cart. We inspected all the shoots of hosta peeking their way out of the soil, and then packed ourselves into a car that felt like a jungle by the time the last door was closed: one 5' Southern Magnolia, 2 Leland Cypresses, 3 Snowball Spirea (bridal wreath, my favorite flowering bush of all time), 3 Rhodos, 1 Hydrangea, and a few of Pippa's perenials to boot. Couldn't have fit another thing!

Nota bene: Gasko's only accepts cash and checks. Smart, or else you might by the whole farm on plastic.

Monday, April 8, 2013


We were outside in the glorious Northeast spring weather weeding our garden beds and plotting our next moves, when I started pulling down the crazy vines that threaten to suffocate our 15 foot arbor vitaes. Baby SevPrez was pretty excited about this move, even more so when I started making a wreath out of the tamed vines in the yard. I kept telling her to show her daddy how impressive her mom's skills were. I believe I referred to myself as a modern day Betsy Ross... Bear Grylls?! Daniel Boone? Martha Stewart? Somewhere in that area.

Truthfully I was inspired by my mother, who once made a dozen small wreaths for use as the craft at my birthday party. Back in the day, we didn't go to Michaels, we went rogue. To the park! With our own bare hands.  From scratch! No wires, nada. They would end up being decorated by all my elementary school friends and transformed into holiday wreaths.

One of the best parts of motherhood is showing off mom-magic tricks that once blew your mind as a kid. Reliving the most special moments of your own life from the other side is just one of the gifts your child gives you -- true transcendence.

Thursday, April 4, 2013


I'm a crier. It's a thing I do. Weddings, funerals, all types of gatherings of people who are sharing themselves honestly.

Today I was in charge of a group of people. At the end of the day I was moved, and I cried sharing how much it meant to me. I regretted it immediately -- showing weakness when I should have shown strength.

Then I watched this video and felt that tears are one of the most beautiful things a human can produce.