Monday, October 27, 2014
I honestly can't believe I just made a delicious loaf of bread! Several weeks ago I bought some bread flour by accident. I tried it for regular flour for pancakes and it didn't work, so it's been sitting in my refrigerator since then. This morning I was getting something out of my food cabinet and a package of yeast fell out. I like to make what's called "Overnight Waffles" and they use yeast but you can't just buy one pack of yeast so that was shoved in the cabinet soon to be lost to my eyes, lol. Well, I looked on the package of King Arthur bread flour and I had all the ingredients. I added dried rosemary, fennel seeds, dill seeds and a course-ground sea-salt, and followed the instructions. It raised three times and I baked it at 375° for 40 minutes, and VOILA! I can't believe it looks as good as it does, and it tastes incredible. I'm very pleased with myself today!
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Flowers on this purple leafed Tradescanthia only last a day, but there are many buds to lengthen their blooming season.
This gorgeous dahlia has only had a few blooms but they've all been stunning.
Yellow lantana has done very well this year.
My favorite blue morning glories are doing very well this late October. We may get a frost tomorrow night which will be their end, so let's hope not!
Even with half in the shade a red rose is still as beautiful.
The purple tradescanthia and yellow lantana look great planted together in the Victorian cast iron pedestal planters. They were spectacular this year with geraniums, vinca, perilla, bright green sweet potato vine, and a few other annuals.
A nice row of glories!
"Banarama," the large yellow variety of dahlia in the garden has been a prolific bloomer.
Deep magenta rose changes to this gorgeous salmon-peach as it opens.
Blue morning glories bring the typical Autumn clear blue sky right down into the garden.
Tiny magenta Tea rose bloom is on its way out but it's still beautiful.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
October 15th is always bittersweet for me, my late aunt Hoohoo's birthday. We usually have a frost before mid-October, ending our growing season, but this year, we haven't. I was able to go into my cutting garden and pick this beautiful arrangement of dahlis, zinnias, and a geranium bloom. Above, shot with the flash, every detail is clear and shadows are obvious. The table runner was woven by my dad on a small New England Morgan inkle loom. I was so lucky to have creative people in my family to teach me and encourage me to find my own creative outlets.
The same arrangement, turned around to show the other side. This photo was shot without the flash, but with the exposure time lengthened. Dahlias and zinnias and geraniums, oh my!
On This Day in 1925
October 15, 1925 —Gloria Isabel Sanborn was born to Anita and Charles Sanborn. I called her Hoohoo from the day I met her when I was 3 years old, fresh from Germany where I'd been born at the American Army base in Stuttgart and my only home for the first few years of my life. The story goes when our car arrived in Leete's Island my grandmother called out to her younger daughter and her husband who lived with her in the family home, "Yoohoo, they're here!" Apparently I mistook that as the name of my mother's sister and we immediately "clicked" with her first hug. She was my Hoohoo from that day on.
She and her husband, my dad's brother Bill, never had any children. Yes, two sisters married two brothers and we had a very small family all told. Hoohoo and I were pretty much inseparable and in a few years I would really need that when things went south in my life.
She bought me a pair of silver candelabras for my 6th birthday as I had already been playing the piano for four years by then and we stayed up late weekend nights watching Liberace on TV. She taught me to mix wallpaper paste, to match paint colors to fabrics, to plant daffodil bulbs, to dance the Jitterbug to 78s, how to wrap presents and tie a festive curled bow all by myself. It was understood I would never tell my parents how high the speedometer in her '58 Thunderbird went on the long straightaway between our homes in Leete's Island and Mulberry Point. We laughed like no one else was in the world; when I cried she held me and told me I was her little artist and that we felt everything just a little bit deeper than other people but that everything was going to be alright. We explored every square inch of the 200+ year old family home and acreage around it. We dug for antique bottles and what-have-you in the old gardens. We traced the lines of the old tennis court, overgrown with trees, and pretended to volley balls over the long-gone nets. We found wooden wagon wheels and old family Ford and Buick artifacts in the barn destroyed in the great '38 hurricane. We were thick as honest thieves.
She saw me excel in grade school, stumble in junior high, and graduate from high school and Vassar. She gave me her last Tbird, the powder blue '64, but her hourglass was running down. Her last ten years were spent battling cancer in almost every part of her body. I still have every letter she wrote me, every card she drew for me, every gift she gave me, including the envelopes. I even still have all those thing I gave HER as I got my gift of "saving things" from her.
I'm now a year older than she was when she died in '82, taken way too soon from all of us. So many things would have been different in my life had she lived, so many paths would not have been taken, but in the past few years I've been slowly becoming again the person she knew and loved. My demons will always be there. My past will always haunt me. I will always feel everything just a little bit deeper, but I also have a feeling everything will be alright. Hoohoo's little artist will make her proud.
Happy Birthday Hoohoo. RIP
Monday, October 13, 2014
I've been perfecting my pasta making technique lately. I finally got an entire batch to run through my vintage pasta press! Above, my fresh linguini, I didn't dare try anything finer like spaghetti yet. I used a basic Semolina pasta flour and recipe but I halved the olive oil amount and substituted fresh basil pesto instead. They have a nice, flowery, basil aroma and I bet they'll be tasty. I'm drying them now and will cook them in a little bit. Fresh pasta only takes a few minutes to cook, if that. I'm so happy it wasn't a disaster! It's so easy to get the dough too dry or too wet and I've had it clog up the press more times than I want to say!
Most of my tomato plants are done for the year but this 6-foot tall Sun Gold bush is still producing its small and oh-so-sweet yellow cherry tomatoes. They almost melt in your mouth!
Not a food, but this tiny Tea rose, glistening with last night's rain, looks just like a sugar frosting rose to me up close. Growing up I always begged for the flower decorations on our cakes, lol.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
All In! Climbing into a white morning glory, this bee is going to get all the nectar. The bees are very slow at this time of the year and fly drunkenly when prodded.
Honeybees absolutely adore this particular variety of dahlia, the simple single-petaled version. They have their pick of about a dozen different dahlias now but they mostly stick to these.
I've seen as many as five bees on one flower! these two were still on the same flower the next day.
The centers of these simple dahlias are quite mathematical looking and ornate.
This little creature was hanging onto a goldenrod stem the other day. I pinch the plants back all summer and then they branch out and have more flowers now in the fall. They're pretty insect resistant so I was surprised to find this colorful but unidentified caterpillar on 'em. I left it. Nature's cycle of life is endlessly fascinating.
This little feathery creature turns out to be a large Tolype, veddaria species (look here for more information). They're large white moths that are very active at night but completely lethargic during the day. They find a sunny spot and just hang out. I walked around with this creature on this oak branch and acorn all around the yard showing the other neighbors and it barely moved. It slightly moved a leg a few times so I knew it was alive, lol. That night, sure enough, it was flittering outside my window which has a bright light in it and I haven't seen it since.
Roaming through a local thrift store today with June, I found this original watercolor tucked away in a corner. It was $1.75 and is signed. I did a quick search on the 'net but didn't find anything. The store's label on the back called it a self portrait so they may know more about it than I do. I think it's really well done. The condition of the artboard isn't great, and it's roughly cut in places. It may even have been used behind another piece for a while. But she'll have a place out in the open now.
June also bought me a cool little telescope there. The next clear night or celestial event and I'm going to try to see it, lol! At the least I bet I can get the moon in pretty good focus.