Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Trimming Topiaries
Above: The Shaggy Bush
I try to trim my cypress topiaries in the fall at the end of the growing season. These topiaries have been replanted into larger pots, rotated and loved on enough by me. I fear they are on their last legs as they are now only green on the front and have lots of dead matter.
Halloween of Yesteryear...

My Mom used to decorate the house with cardboard jack-o-lantern cutouts and a witch one, too. I had the classic orange molded pumpkin head candy container that I carried until I was 11 and my neighbor told me that was stupid and you should carrying a pillowcase was cooler 'cause you can get more stuff in one. He also told me about Santa Clause that same night and I was ruined for good! If you were a child of the 60's, them you will remember these simple cupcake decorations...that was about as magical as it got!





Autumn Yard Art on Slate Tiles
Today is too good to be true...47 this morning and now at noon, the sun is blazing and it's 72. Glorious! So, I've got my deck door open and letting in all that sweet air. It's time to get a project started.
I'll put out the Halloween decorations this weekend and have really wanted something to put in the flowerbed to go along with the season. I have a few scraps of leftover wood from previous projects and was about to spray paint them black when I remembered my slate! Last year, our church had to replace the old slate tiles after a bad hail storm and I asked the roofing company if I could have some of the tiles. It will be perfect!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
"Playing house" in my sister-in-law's kitchen...



Floral Therapy!
A Lifetime Achievement...
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Doodling while I recooperate...
The women on my right are my mother, Mary Ellen Rich Howley, her mother, Margaret Lucille Flanagan Rich, followed by her mother, Ellen Murphy Flanagan, and finally, her mother, my great, great grandmother, Mary Donovan Murphy. To the left of my picture is my father's mother, Anna Doran Howley, her mother, Ann McCann Doran and lastly, my great grandmother Maggie Fogarty (my father's paternal grandmother.) I swapped out my photo with my sisters faces and sent them a copy of them. For my mother, I put her three daughters along with her mother and grandmother. Sure wish I had some photos of my Italian great grandmothers for this project.
Then I unearthed this cute pie...my husband in his prime...age 11? Look at that hair and smile! Hubba, hubba! Here I am in my scratchy wool uniform from St. Judes Catholic School in Atlanta. It was taken in 1969...I was in the second grade and seven years old. I can still feel the slick coating of Aqua Net to keep my cowlic from kicking up!
