The blue-ribbon days of summer!

Hydrangeas in blues and purples

A bush of blue hydrangeas

Garden art: blue plate in a garden gate

I love the blue stems of sea holly

Borage

Nothing but blue skies (Just kidding — this is Seattle, after all!)

Chihuly Garden and Glass sculpture brings this quote to life: “There is no blue without yellow and without orange.” (Vincent Van Gogh)

Blue window trim, Post Alley

Love-in-a-mist

Sweet blueberries, just picked

Sandra Cintro’s Encontro das Aguas (Encounters with Water) at the Olympic Sculpture Park in Seattle

“How wonderful yellow is.  It stands for the sun.”
— Vincent Van Gogh

The sunflower’s sunny face

Sunflower silhouette

Garden art: a sunflower plate on a garden gate

Orange-yellow squash blossom

Bed of yellow yarrow

Yarrow crowned with yellow

Yellow and orange blanket flowers

Yellow lily

Garden loosestrife

St. John’s wart, a popular ground cover in Seattle

Our yellow weed, the dandelion

Yellow chairs bolted to the pier overlooking Elliott Bay in downtown Seattle

Yellow chairs with ferry, Elliott Bay

Yellow chairs with ferris wheel, Seattle waterfront

Summer sweet corn on the cob

Lemons in a blue bowl

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of my sister's transferware turkey plates

Ceramic turkeys

Here’s wishing you a seat at a laden harvest table for your Thanksgiving feast this year.

Te Deum
by Charles Reznikoff

Not because of victories
I sing,
having none,
but for the common sunshine,
the breeze,
the largess of the spring.

Not for victory
but for the day’s work done
as well as I was able;
not for a seat upon the dais
but at the common table.

“Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.”
— William Shakespeare

 

From my sister's collection of turkey things for Thanksgiving

“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”
— Thornton Wilder

“Thanksgiving Day comes by statute once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.”
— Edward Sandford Martin

I’m working to hold gratitude in my heart, a daily practice, and especially so as we approach our Thanksgiving holiday.

Comfort in Old Things

January 28, 2011

Lunch served on Carol's great-grandmother's dishes

Old, hand-painted plate, lovingly used

“Comfort is born out of use.”
     — Mary Randolph Carter, A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of a Misspent Life

My definition of comfort: the warmth of lunch at a friend’s home on winter day. . . the table graced with lovely, hand-painted plates that once belonged to Carol’s great-grandmother . . . good food and good company.